Page 11 of The Path to Loving Him
And Gabby is no exception.
Her tits are sexy as fuck.
Round, more than a handful, with responsive nipples that seem to beg to be played with, so I bring the pebbled nub into my mouth and suck . . . hard.
I nibble.
I lick.
I suck again and again.
She writhes beneath me, her pelvis seeking out release by thrusting up into me. I let go of her breast and press my hand to her pelvis, keeping her still.
“My time,” I say as I kiss my way across to her other breast. “I will do this on my fucking time.”
Then I work her other nipple, causing her to moan.
To grunt in desperation.
To beg for more.
Her reaction fuels me to play with her longer, to edge her, because she’s so responsive.
She’s so soft.
So fucking warm.
And she smells amazing.
Tastes amazing.
Fuck, why have I waited so long to enjoy this?
I lap at her nipple, loving how her fingers thread through my hair and tug on the strands. Her heels dig into my back as they wrap around me. Her pelvis lifts, barely grazing my cock. It’s just enough that a fire ignites within me, reminding me there is so much fucking more to do with her.
So I kiss between her breasts, down her stomach, and lower myself between her legs.
Without hesitation, she spreads and then pulls her knees toward her chest.
Jesus Christ.
I fucking love that.
Not a shy bone in her body.
I take in her bare, wet pussy, and with two fingers, I spread her before lowering my mouth. I press a kiss right to her arousal, and she sucks in a harsh breath before I languidly run my tongue along her slit. It’s slow and methodic, letting the flat of my tongue do all the work.
“Oh fuck . . .” she groans as her tense body melts into the mattress. “Yes, Ryland.”
The sound of my name coming from her husky voice makes me feel like a fucking king.
I bring my other hand to her pussy, and with two fingers, I press inside her while I continue to lap at her arousal.
“Yes . . . oh my God, yes. Play with me, Ryland. Fucking play with me.”
Jesus.
Sweat breaks over my back from her pleas.
