Page 39 of Blue Lines and Lullabies

Gabe pulls my hand away from his face, and his eyes grow hooded as he stares at the ring. “I’d really like you to get undressed first.”

“Not you?” I ask as I yank my tank top over my head.

“Not yet.” Dropping my shorts, I’m left in a thong and bra. Gabe takes a leisurely look down and up my body. “Everything off, Firecracker.”

“Can I do something first?” I ask hesitantly. He tilts his head to the side, one eyebrow cocked in question. Instead of giving him any more information, I drop to my knees.

“Baby, you don’t have to. I know you don’t like it,” he tells me hastily. I’ve never been a huge fan of blowjobs, but whenever I go down on Gabe, I can see how much he enjoys them. So, I’ve made it a mission to get better at it. While I may enjoy reading books about women with zero gag reflexes, I guess that means I have one hundred percent gag reflex.

“I want to. Let me try, okay? Please?” I ask, peering up at him. When he doesn’t immediately respond, I slowly unbuckle his belt. Gabe watches me intently, his gaze unwavering. I can tell he’s incredibly turned on by how blown out his pupils are and his nostrils flaring slightly.

I pull down Gabe’s shorts and boxer briefs, grabbing hold of his hard length and licking the tip. I hear his quick intake of breath as his hands find my hair, fisting the strands. I love how I’m at Gabe’s mercy here but know I’m still in control. He’s not forcing me onto his cock, or setting a fast pace. Other men might take advantage of me on my knees, but not Gabe. Right here, I know I’m in a protected space.

Swiveling my tongue around the head of his cock, Gabe lets out a loud groan. “God, baby. I love when you do that.”

I pop off his dick and peer up at him. “You do?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite thing,” Gabe mutters as I repeat the action. “There’s this spot on the underside of my cock that is really sensitive. You naturally focus on it every time. It’s fucking phenomenal.”

I suck on the tip, and I feel his hands tighten in my hair. Feeling emboldened, I push forward to take in another inch, focusing on breathing through my nose. I’ve been watching some online videos with tips for giving good head. I’m not embarrassed by it. I want to make things good for Gabe. No, I want to make them great. I want to blow his mind. Pun absolutely intended.

When I suck exceptionally hard, I hear a guttural moan. Gabe’s eyes are closed, his head thrown back, obviously in the throes of pleasure. But that won’t work.

“Gabe,” I say, my mouth still full of him. “Open your eyes. Watch me.”

I make a big motion with my left hand, squeezing the base of his cock, and his eyes zero in on the engagement ring. “God dammit, baby. Your mouth is a den of sin. Those pink lips wrapped around me, and your mascara starting to water? Fucking beautiful.”

I smile around him, but then I get a little too big for my britches. I decide to push forward with gusto, and Gabe’s dick hits the back of my throat. I immediately gag, my eyes fill with tears, and I push him away out of fear I might actually puke. Coughing, I fall to the side.

Gabe immediately drops to the floor in front of me. “Shit, did I do that? I’m so fucking sorry, Firecracker.”

I can’t help but laugh as I get my breath back. Full belly laughs as my new fiancé looks at me with concern, for fear he punctured the back of my throat with his dick. “I was doing so well!”

“You were,” he says hesitantly. “Not that you needed to. I certainly don’t need a blowjob to enjoy sex with you, Cass. They’re great, sure. But I’d rather get off inside you.”

“You enjoy going down on me, and I want to return the favor.”

“I really don’t want to be puked on,” Gabe blurts out, and then a look of horror crosses his face. “Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. It was rude, right? You were trying, and I about blew my load right when I hit the back of your throat, which probably would have really made you barf, and I don’t know how the hotel would view that kind of cleaning damage.”

I’m cackling as Gabe rattles off his worries. It never occurred to me that I might vomit, but I can understand his concern. “I was fine until that last second. I would appreciate a little warning should you ever think you … uh, might blow in my mouth.”

Gabe laughs as he leans his forehead against mine. “I’d like to continue our evening, but do you need a break? Some water? A snack? Tylenol for your throat?”

“No,” I giggle. “Just you naked, please.”

He gives me a sheepish smile. “That I can do.”

Grabbing my hands, he pulls me up to stand and then pushes me back onto the bed. I’m surrounded by flowers, and the aroma blankets the room. It’s perfection. Gabe quickly pulls his shirt off, then pushes his shorts and boxer briefs down to the floor. He yanks my thong down my legs and chucks it behind him. Crawling over me, he takes my lips in a deep kiss. I wrap my legs around his hips, nestling his cock perfectly against my core. He easily slides in, and we groan simultaneously.

“I’ll never get over how perfect you feel,” he grunts as he slowly slides out. I brace for a quick penetration where I see stars, but when nothing happens, I open my eyes to find Gabe staring at me. “That’s better. Eyes on me, baby.”

It’s excruciating how slow Gabe takes me. Every synapse in my body is screaming for release, but Gabe is going at this leisurely. I flex my calves and attempt to force him into a faster pace, but I feel him tighten against me.

“Slow,” he grits out.

“Faster,” I whine, and he shakes his head emphatically.

“I only get to make love to my fiancée for the first time once. I want this to last forever,” he whispers, sliding both hands up to grab mine. Gabe intertwines our fingers tightly, placing them next to my head, his eyes never leaving mine.

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