Page 170 of The Path to Loving Him
Groaning because I want to spend longer snuggling—something I never thought I’d want—I check my phone for messages and see it’s just past eight now. After breakfast, we need to head back so I can spend some time with Mac.
I slip on my shorts and make my way into the kitchen, where Gabby’s removing to-go boxes from a bag. I walk up behind her, scratching my chest. “What did you get?”
“Pancakes of course,” she answers while I kiss her neck. “None of that. We need to replenish, and I’m sure you need to get back to MacKenzie.”
“I do.” I sigh as my hands fall to her waist. “How about we do this? I eat breakfast off you, so we have funandreplenish.”
“Why do you think I sucked your balls into my mouth?”
Jesus, she’s just going to say it like that?
“Uh, why?”
“So that you could have fun and then replenish. Now if you’re going to be greedy, then I’ll remember that for next time and won’t suck your balls into my mouth.”
“Christ, we can’t have that,” I say as I float my hand under her shirt to her bare stomach.
“Ryland,” she says as she leans against me, and I start playing with her breast. “We can’t.”
“Mm, I know,” I say, working my lips up her neck to behind her ear, loving the way her skin breaks out in goosebumps. “But fuck, just let me taste a little bit. I need a fucking appetizer.” I lower my hand and slide my finger over her wet clit. “Gabby.” I breathe out heavily. “You can’t be this wet and not let me do anything about it.”
“Then do something.”
She doesn’t have to say it twice. I pick her up, place her on the counter, bring her feet up to the edge, and then spread her right before I start lapping her up.
“Oh my God,” she says, her hands falling to my head. “I fucking love your mouth. God, you’re so good at this. So fucking good.”
The encouragement is all I need to flatten my tongue and slowly drag it over her clit, watching her flex and heave above me.
“No teasing. Make it fast. I want it fast.” She brings her hands to her breasts, lifting her shirt in the process, and starts playing with her nipples, twisting and tugging on them, making her wetter and wetter.
“I want you coming all over my face,” I say as I point my tongue and start making rapid flicks over her clit.
“Oh God, yes, yes . . . right there, oh my God, ahhhhh.” Her moan is wild as I move faster, harder, ensuring she feels the vibration of my tongue as I hum against her.
She claws at my head.
Pulls on my hair.
Cries out in ecstasy as she tips over the edge, shaking against me as her orgasm rides through her fast and hard.
I lap her up, enjoying my fucking feast, and when I lift and let her legs relax, I lick my lips. “Thanks for the appetizer, babe. Now feed me.”
“If you keep looking at me, we’re going to get in an accident,” Gabby says as she curls into my chest. She’s sitting in the middle seat of my truck because the passenger seat was way too fucking far for my liking.
Apparently, once I go in, I’m all in. Something within me has snapped, and my need to keep this woman close, to have my hands on her at all times, is damn near impossible to shake off.
“How do you know I’m looking at you?” I ask.
“I can feel it. Now focus on the road.”
I heavily sigh. “I am. You know I wouldn’t put you in harm.”
“I know,” she answers. “But still, focus.”
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. After breakfast, which she made me eat in the living room while she ate at the dining room table, we both took a shower. This, naturally, consisted of me bending her over and fucking her until I felt like I couldn’t breathe. After that, I called Mac, told her I was on my way home, and asked her what she wanted to do when I got home.
Play outside.
