Page 15 of Keeping Winter

“Fuck, I’m coming!” he groans, and he shoves his cock down my throat moments before hot, wet viscous coats the back of my tongue.

My throat muscles constrict instinctually, tightening around his cockhead and demanding a second burst of cum. Gabriel’s hips jerk with the intensity of his orgasm, and I absolutely drench my panties.

Gently, Gabriel releases his grip on my hair as his muscles relax, and I ease his cock out of my mouth.

“Holy fuck, you are so fucking hot,” he growls as I lick my lips, demonstrating just how tasty I find him.

Then, leaning forward, he scoops me up off the floor as he kisses me passionately. Not bothering to buckle his pants, Gabriel sets me on the edge of our new dining table. He shoves his plate to the far end before he grabs the hem of my shirt and drags it up over my breasts, shoulders, and then head.

Kissing me passionately, Gabriel explores my body with his hands, his fingers gently kneading and massaging me. Then he places a palm on my chest and slowly pushes me back onto the table.

“Lie still,” he commands, and hot anticipation courses through me.

Deftly undoing my jeans, Gabriel pulls them down over my hips and off my legs, tossing them and my panties haphazardly to the floor. Then he kneels between my thighs, his strong hands gripping my knees and spreading me wide.

I gasp as his tongue strokes between my folds for the first time, and Gabriel groans.

“Fuck, Winter, you’re soaking.” Then his lips close around my clit as he starts to suck on the sensitive nub.

My legs tremble against his palms as he forces me to keep them open wide, and the overload of electric arousal sends me flying toward my release.

“Oh, God!” I gasp, raking my finger through Gabe’s hair.

His tongue flicks my clit mercilessly before stroking between my folds once more, edging me closer and closer to the edge. My back arches as my muscles tense with the impending ecstasy. And then Gabriel grazes my clit with his teeth, adding just enough pressure that it sends me toppling over the edge.

Crying out, I let my head fall back against the hardwood of the table as my pussy spasms forcefully. My clit throbs with each wave of the powerful orgasm consuming me. And Gabriel doesn’t even pause when I limply collapse onto the table.

Zinging jolts of pleasure make my hips twitch as Gabriel continues to suck and lick after the last of my aftershocks subside. And then he presses two fingers inside me. I tremble as my body comes to life once more at his touch.

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss as my walls tighten around his fingers.

He curls them in response, the pads of his fingers brushing against that spot that drives me wild.

“Fuck!” I cry louder as my skin lights on fire.How can I possibly be so close to a second orgasm already?

Keeping his lips suctioned to my clit, Gabriel starts to finger fuck me, slowly sliding in and out of my pussy and gradually picking up the pace. Gasping with the intensity of my excitement, I spread my legs wide for him, lifting my hips up off of the table to grind against his full lips and coarse stubble. The sandpaper feel of his chin against my sensitive skin only intensifies my arousal.

His free hand cups my ass, holding my hips suspended in the air as he lavishes me with attention, never slowing for an instant. I can barely stand how good it feels. My nerves feel as though they’re on fire; they’re so sensitive, and yet I can feel a second orgasm barreling toward me.

“Holy fuck!” I gasp as my pussy grips Gabriel’s fingers in a stranglehold. My clit pulses once again as tingles of euphoria ripple through me. My body feels as though it might go numb with the intensity of my release.

Gasping for air, I collapse back onto the table again, my limbs suddenly useless to support me. Only after the final waves or my orgasm subside does Gabriel release me. Slowly easing his fingers out of my pussy, he brings them to his nose.

“I fucking love the smell of your pussy,” he growls.

“Mmm,” I hum euphorically. I feel as though I haven’t quite come down from my high, and I sprawl languorously across our new dining table, unable to care about a thing right now.

I catch the motion of Gabriel shucking his clothes through my half-lidded eyes, and a tingle of excitement awakens my core.Will he fuck me right here on the table?A lazy smile spreads across my lips.

“What?” Gabriel growls as he grips my hips and pulls me closer to the edge of the table, wrapping my legs around him.

“You’re taking this list of yours very seriously, aren’t you?” I tease. Then I moan as Gabriel’s thick cock presses inside of me.

“Very,” he agrees.

Arching up off the table, I reach up to grab the back of Gabriel’s neck, anchoring myself in that position as I pull him closer to me. Gabriel seems to know exactly what I want, and he leans in to capture my lips in a scintillating kiss, his hands shifting so one arm wraps around my hips as the other braces against the table.

Locking my feet together around Gabriel’s back, I start to rock with his motion as he rocks in and out of me. His considerable girth and length continue to stretch and fill me even as my slick arousal makes the movement feel silky.

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