Page 107 of Fierce-Gabe

“It takes the spontaneity away to break and go get one,” she said, tapping her chin. “Let me think of something while you do that.”

He looked at her oddly but went upstairs while she walked around his living room in the back to figure out what they could do that was somewhat different.

Just the thought of coming up with something was turning her on.

The kitchen was out of the question. She wasn’t into getting naked around food. Or where food was prepared.

Hmmm.

She did walk into the kitchen to get the last piece of pie that Gabe wanted saved and brought it to the living room. He had leather furniture. It’d clean up good enough if need be.

“What are you doing?” he asked when she took the lid off the container.

“I’m going to let you eat your last piece of pie...off of me. Unless you aren’t hungry.”

His shirt lifted up and over his head in a hurry. He was quickly undoing his jeans at the same time and hopping around to get them off.

“Don’t just stand there,” he said. “Get undressed. You can’t tease a man that way and not follow through.”

She laughed and pulled her shirt off as fast as he was undressing.

The condom was tossed on the coffee table and Gabe was helping her with her jeans.

It didn’t take long before she was as naked as him and he was lifting her onto the leather sectional.

One side was a lounge and when her bare ass hit it she screeched.

“That’s a little cooler than I thought it’d be.”

He moved and grabbed a blanket, rolled her like she was some ball, covered the leather and rolled her back.

She was laughing so hard at the way he was throwing her around in his haste.

“Sorry,” he said. “Just in a hurry to get my mouth on you. Is that better?”

“It is,” she said. “Then we can wash the blanket if it gets stained with berries.”

“I don’t give two shits about stains,” he said.

She slid so she was on her back and he reached for the pie. His fingers went into the gooey filling and the next thing she felt was the cool stickiness of it against her nipples.

“Oh man. Didn’t think this through well.”

“Want me to stop?” he asked.

She looked into his eyes and saw the desire there.

No way. Every woman wanted to know she could bring a man to this point.

“Nope,” she said. “You already started and now you need to clean me up.”

He didn’t hesitate to drop his mouth down and lick the fruit and syrup off of her.

The sensations of the cool pie and his warm mouth were sending her to a place she hadn’t known she could travel.

When he started to make slurping noises she looked down, not even realizing her eyes had been shut. He was watching her and there was humor in his eyes this time. Like he did that so she’d pay closer attention.

What she saw was bright blue eyes dancing her way, his big hand squeezing her breast, plumping it up so that her nipple waspointed right at him, the remains of a little crust on the edge that he licked off.

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