Page 14 of Keeping Winter

Taking my own bite, I have to agree. Not bad for a first attempt. We eat in peaceful silence for a few minutes as I think about how I want to tell Gabe about my new job. Nervous excitement wells up inside me as I recall what happened once again. After so many rejections, it feels like a major accomplishment.

“So,” I say casually as I finish another bite. “I got a job today.”

Gabriel’s chewing slows as he glances up at me. “Congratulations. What’s the gig?” he asks genuinely, though his tone doesn’t contain the excitement I would have expected.

“I’ll be working as a sales associate for a little clothing boutique downtown called Honey Bee’s.”

“That’s great, Winter.” But something in Gabe’s eyes tells me he’s still not fully on board with the idea of me having a job.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching across the table to take his hand. “You sound like you’re trying to force yourself to be happy for me.”

Gabriel’s eyes drop to our hands, indicating I’m right on the money. Then, hesitantly, he looks back up at me. “I am happy for you,” he says, squeezing my fingers reassuringly. “It’s just… I know you’re getting a job because money’s tight right now, and… well, what if this life isn’t enough for you? I mean, I know that it’s completely different from what you’re used to, and I want to provide. Ican,” he insists adamantly. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to get a job to make ends meet.”

My heart swells at his vulnerable confession, and I rise from my chair to come to his side of the table. He pushes back to allow me room to sit on his lap, and I do, sitting sideways so I can look him in the eye as I comb my fingers through the close-cut hair along his temple.

“I love you so much,” I murmur, looking deep into his stunning blue eyes. “And I love everything about this life we’re trying to create. It might not be like the life I used to have, but somehow, I think it just might make me happier than that life ever could. I’ll get better at all this stuff—cooking, working, keeping house, all the things I never did before. I want to. I want this life with you. I love our new house, our life,you, the family we’re going to have.”

Taking his face between my palms, I kiss him fiercely. “It might all be new to me, but so far, I’ve been happier learning this new life than I was doing my entire familiar routine.” A coy smile spreads across my face. “And there’s still one thing I know I’m good at that I can bring to our new life.”

Standing, I move in front of his chair and get on my knees. Gabriel’s eyes are questioning as I unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans.

“What are you…?” Gabriel starts as I pull his cock out of his jeans.

Leaning forward, I stroke the length of his cock as I palm his considerable girth. Immediately, he starts to swell and harden.

“Winter,” he objects as I take him fully in my mouth and circle his head with my tongue.

His groan vibrates through my core, warming me with a flicker of desire.

“Baby, you don’t need to do that,” Gabriel insists, his fingers gently wrapping around my wrists to stop me even as his cock continues to grow.

Slowly, tantalizingly, I run my lips along his length, sucking on his tip before releasing it from my mouth with a pop. It remains upright even after I let him go, revealing how much I turned him on. A smile curls my lips as I look up at him through my lashes. His eyes blaze with a new kind of hunger.

“Sometimes, I miss the way you used to talk dirty to me,” I confess. “The way you would handle me roughly like you couldn’t get enough of me. I liked it when you would fuck my mouth. Don’t you want me like that anymore?” Saying it out loud is harder than I expected, and I feel the sting of tears at the back of my eyes thinking about the possibility that Gabriel might not want to claim me the way he used to.

Gabriel’s expression softens, his eyes turning tender as he cups my chin with one strong, calloused hand. “I’ll always want you like that. ’Til the day I die, I’ll want you, Winter.” His cock twitches in time to the throb of my clit as his rasped confession sends a wave of arousal straight to my pussy.

Grasping the wrist of his hand holding my chin, I slowly draw back until I can take the tip of his finger in my mouth. I suck on it for a moment, mimicking what I plan to do to his cock, and Gabriel groans once again.

Then I shift to his cock once more, wrapping my lips around his considerable girth as I grip the base of his erection.

“Fffuuck,” Gabriel hisses as I ease his cockhead down the back of my throat.

Twining his fingers in my hair, Gabriel holds me there. A shiver of desire ripples through me as my throat convulses around his tip, and I fight the urge to gag as tears come to my eyes.

“You like that, baby?” Gabriel rasps, allowing me to withdraw just enough to stop me from choking. “You like it when I make you swallow my cock?”

My stomach tightens at his dirty words, and I feel my panties growing wet with anticipation. I moan around his cock and stroke it with my tongue to show my enthusiasm.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growls as he takes control of my head, guiding me up and down his considerable length as he slowly fucks my mouth.

Shifting his hips in rhythm with my motion, Gabriel starts to thrust into me, and I take all of him thirstily, relishing the sensation of his cockhead pressing against the back of my throat again and again. He hasn’t used me like this in so long, and it brings me back to the first time I went down on him at the clubhouse when he’d been so turned on, but I hadn’t wanted him to fuck me yet. I hadn’t been ready. He’d tried to show a semblance of discipline then, but when I’d taken him in my mouth, he’d completely lost control.

Gripping Gabriel’s thighs, I play mercilessly with his rock-hard cock, flicking the tip with my tongue every time he withdraws far enough.

“You feel so fucking good,” Gabriel grunts as his thrusts grow more forceful, his pace quickening.

I can tell he’s close to coming, and it makes my pussy clench deliciously. I want to taste his salty cum, and feel it trickle down the back of my throat. Reaching between his thighs, I massage his balls through his jeans as I suction around his cock more intensely.

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