Page 86 of Angels & Whiskey
“Trust me, angel. Stay relaxed and focus on the feel of how good my fingers are working your tight pussy.”
“I—”
He shushed me again. “Trust me.”
His fingers continued to pump, hitting the spot that did things to my insides and caused me to moan. I forgot about his hand on my stomach, focusing on his fingers and how good they felt inside me. I faintly registered that I might need to pee, but this wasn’t the time. I wanted to feel the orgasm run through my body again.
It was as if Gabe had a special touch. He knew which buttons to hit and he was sure enough hitting them each time his fingers went inside and curled slightly. I knew within seconds I was going to come again. This time it didn’t sneak up on me. Instead, it was intense as it started from my head and continued down my body. It felt as if I was going to explode from the inside out.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Faster, I need to come now.”
His fingers increased and so did the pressure on my stomach. My legs started to shake. Ineededto come. It felt as if at any moment I would, but I didn’t. His fingers continued their pleasure and I started to squirm, needing more friction and thinking that would send me over the edge.
“Relax,” he whispered.
I tried. I really did. My hands were all over my breasts, squeezing them, playing with my nipples. My legs were still shaking. Just as I was sure I was going to come, Gabe removed his fingers and rubbed on my clit. My pussy was throbbing, aching with the need to …
“Fuck!” I moaned as a rush of arousal gushed from my pussy, instantly filling the air with my scent. My body was on fire, I was shaking,and fuck, that was more intense than the first one.
“That’s my girl.”
“Holy shit,” I exhaled. “Did I just—”
“All over my hand and the towel I laid out.”
I hadn’t even realized he’d gotten a towel while he was in the bathroom. “That’s so embarrass—”
“Fuck no, it’s not. Do you know what it does to a man’s ego if he can make a girl gush like that?”
My face flamed. I was thankful we were in the dark because I was already embarrassed.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s the hottest thing, and I wish we weren’t in the dark because I want to see it, not just feel it.”
I was thankful we were in the dark, yet Gabe wanted to have a spotlight on me as I came. What do you say to that? I’d never squirted before and I wasn’t certain I could ever do it again, but holy fuck did it feel awesome. I felt as if I could fly if I wanted to. As if I had all these magical powers because the pleasure was so intense that I was certain that since I had a taste of what Gabe could do to me, I wasn’t going to stop wanting it.
“One more time, angel, and then we sleep.”
Again? Oh right … three times.
My body was in pure bliss. I’d never experienced anything that intense and I felt limp, wanting to simply roll over and sleep the night away. At the same time, I was still aching with the need to feel Gabe inside of me.
He left the bed again, this time I noticed the towel as he took it and threw it in the bathroom. He returned, standing next to the side of the bed, his boxers gone and his hard length sticking straight out at me.
Taking my eyes off of his cock, I brought my gaze up to his abs and sure enough, there were eight sets of them. The sight instantly turned me on again. I didn’t think it was possible, but I was once again aroused and aching for his dick.
He slid a condom on and then climbed into bed again, my legs parting to allow him access.
“I’m going to try to make this slow, but I’m so ready to come, you have no idea.”
I smiled. “It’s okay. I’ve imagined you’d fuck my brains out before tonight even happened.”
He smiled as he slowly inched inside me.
“Well then, angel, hang onto the bars in the headboard because I’m going to do just that.”
And he did.
