Page 71 of It's Always Been You
Shit. My mouth waters with the need to taste him and I go to slide off his lap, but he holds me in place for another second. I see the question in his eyes. He wants to make sure that this is all okay with me, that I still want now what I wanted then. The way he asks without words, knowing I’ll know what he means, makes me want him more, if such a thing were even possible. I respond to him in exactly the way he would expect.
“Oh, no,” I drawl, grinning at him, leaning forward to kiss his neck this time, loving the taste of his skin, his pulse under my lips. “Please don’t make me put your amazing cock in my mouth. Don’t make me lick it and suck it and swallow it down until you’re moaning my name.”
He grins back at me and lets me slip to the floor, unbuttoning his pants and dragging his zipper down, before leaning back onthe chair like a fucking king, his unbuttoned shirt showcasing his muscled chest and abs.
He is a motherfucking wet dream. And mine. All mine.
“Take me out, Rory baby. Get your mouth on me and show me what a greedy whore you are for my cock. Show me you know how badly I want you.”
I do exactly that. I tug his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock, and fucking hell. It’s just as big and perfect as I remember, and absolutely, completely mine. I lean forward and lick the bead of precum off his head, moaning a little as his taste explodes on my tongue. Then, without warning and with no hesitation, I dive onto his cock, swallowing him down until he hits the back of my throat. I gag a little, my throat constricting over his head.
Gabe lets out a string of unintelligible words and leans forward in the chair, gathering my hair in a ponytail and wrapping it around his fist. With his other hand, he cups the side of my face and keeps his eyes locked on mine as I bob my head up and down, gliding my tongue along the underside of his cock. He moans every time I notch my tongue into the groove just below his tip, and the need to touch myself, to relieve the ache between my legs, is overwhelming. The only thing stopping me from doing it is the knowledge that Gabe is a champion edger. As much as I like him to make me beg, I also need him to make me come with every single part of his body.
Like, immediately.
Sliding my mouth back down, I take him as far as I can before coming back up, grazing the underside of his dick with my teeth. I know exactly how Gabe will respond, and he doesn’t disappoint. In two seconds flat, he’s on his feet and pulling me to mine. He steps out of his pants that fall in a puddle at his feet, and lifts me into his arms, stalking to the bed. He drops me ontoit and climbs over me on all fours, bracketing my face with his forearms. He dips his head, kissing me deeply.
“I fucking love your mouth on me. It’s better than I remember, and I remember quite a lot. I fucked my fist so many times over the last ten years thinking about your mouth, and I already can’t wait to feel it again. But I’m so fucking lucky to have you back in my bed and I’m not coming anywhere except inside of you tonight. Time to make you beg for my cum, Rory baby.”
I pulsate with need, my clit throbbing at his words as Gabe sits up on his knees, sweeping his gaze over me. He pushes his shirt off and throws it on the floor, leaving him in boxer briefs tugged down under his cock that bobs up, huge and hard and leaking onto his abs. It’s sexy as fuck. Everything about Gabe lights me on fire.
Gabe drops his hands to my lace bustier and slowly flicks the front hooks open, one by one. When he opens the last one, he pushes it off my chest and slides it out from underneath me, tossing it to the floor.
His heated gaze sweeps over me. “Fuck, you are so gorgeous,” he says, as he glides a hand down the valley between my breasts and over my stomach, tracing a finger just under the waistband of my underwear. Then he dips his head, circling his tongue over one nipple, then the other. When he lifts his head and rolls both between his fingers at the same time, I bow off the bed, a moan tearing from my throat.
“Let me hear you, Rory. Let me hear how much you love my mouth on you.”
As if I had a choice. Gabe’s mouth dips lower, kissing along my stomach. He hooks his hands in my thong and slowly peels it off and drops it to the floor. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he pushes my legs apart and stares down at me.
“Look at you, so gorgeous and perfect for me. Spread those amazing legs wider. Let me see all of you.”
I do as he asks, dropping both my knees down to the bed, feeling my arousal drip out of me. I know Gabe sees it because he groans and slides two fingers through my soaked pussy, gathering my arousal and using it to circle my clit, making my legs shake and a whimper fall from my throat.
“You’re so needy for me, Rory. You want my mouth on you, baby?”
“Yes, please,” I moan out, lifting my hips, chasing his fingers as he continues to circle my clit with the perfect pressure.
He smirks at me. “You’re in luck. I didn’t eat tonight and I’m fucking starving.”
Gabe slides off the bed and onto his knees, grabbing my hips and yanking me closer to him. He dips his head and gives me a long lick, circling his tongue around my clit and gliding a finger over my entrance but not pushing inside. The light touch and the circles he’s making with his tongue are driving me wild, and I already feel an orgasm building.
My legs shake, and my pleasure builds to a fever pitch.
“I’m going to come—oh, my god, Gabe.”
“Then come, Rory. Now.” Gabe sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes a finger inside me, and I clench around him, coming hard and fast. Gabe groans against me, and the vibration on my clit has my orgasm rolling through me, wave after wave of pleasure pummeling my body. Gabe sticks with me through it, pumping his finger in and out of me and sweeping his tongue along my pussy, lapping up every bit of my release.
I’m just coming down when Gabe latches back onto my clit, sucking gently and adding a second finger. I’m so sensitive I try to scramble back, to get away from the onslaught of his mouth, but Gabe just chuckles against me, laying an arm over my hips to hold me in place.
“You taste so goddamn amazing, Rory. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
I can’t respond. I can barely make sounds as Gabe continues his assault on my clit. He fucks his fingers in and out of me and pushes them so deep, curls them into that perfect spot. He sucks hard, and my hips fly up off the bed before Gabe tightens his arm to keep me in place, his tongue flicking my clit in the same rhythm as his fingers pumping in and out of me.
It’s too much. The pleasure. The sensation. The deep, desperate need.
“Fuck, Gabe,” I moan out, my head spinning. “I’m coming again.”
“I know, baby. I can feel it. Give it to me, Rory.”
