Page 80 of Gabriel
I knead her breasts in my palms, stroking my thumbs over her nipples. She whimpers so I do it again, paying close attention to how her body responds.
She makes these breathy, needy sounds as I play with her tits, and the sounds alone are enough to have precum leaking from my dick. Fuck. I’ll cum in my shorts if we keep going like this.
“What do you need?” I ask, needing her to advance this along, but I don’t want to push her. To take more than she’s willing to give. If I fuck this up, I’ll never forgive myself.
Cecilia pushes to her feet, and it takes everything in me to drop my hands to my sides instead of pulling her back. With a coy look on her face, she surprises me again as she lowers her pants, taking her underwear with them until she stands before me, completely bare.
Leaning forward, I brace my forearms on my knees. “Fuck me.” My words are hoarse and I fight to remain in my seat.
“I want you inside of me.”
Hallelujah. Hearing her words is heaven to my ears, but I still have to ask.
“Are you sure?”
She nods.
“Words, baby. I need words.”
“Yes. I’m sure.”
Taking her word that she’s ready for what comes next, I lift my hips and shove my shorts down, kicking them free as soon asthey hit the ground. My dick bobs to attention, proud and eager to be of use.
Cecilia’s eyes widen, gaze locked on my cock. Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, and I give her a moment to take me in.
Fisting myself, I lean back and stroke my length, watching her face for any sign of hesitancy. There is none.
“Come here.”
She climbs back onto my lap, her bare pussy brushing along my length. I hiss and release my dick to slide my hand between us. She’s like satin beneath my fingertips and my brain momentarily goes haywire.
“Look at you, wet and so fucking ready for me.”
She kisses my lips and moans against my mouth as I slip two fingers between her thighs to play with her clit. She shudders, grinding against my hand in short, jerky movements.
I tease her, building her orgasm gradually so I can watch every second as she slowly unravels.
She throws her head back, the tendons in her neck straining, and I know I’m getting close. “Please,” she begs. “I’m close.”
“Do you want to come on my fingers or my cock?” I wordlessly beg for her to say my cock. If she wants to come on my fingers, I’ll give her that, and after she comes, I’ll slap a smile on my face and tuck my raging hard on back into my shorts. Whatever she wants. But god, do I want to be inside her.
“Inside me.” She releases another breathy moan. Thank fuck. I move my hand out of my way and guide her over to me.
“Sink down on me,” I demand, not trusting myself to go slow. I’m wound too tight. Too desperate.
I drag my lips over her neck, her collarbone, and slowly, so fucking slowly, she sinks her pussy down on my cock.
Perfect fucking fit. My heart races in my chest and I watch her pupils dilate as she takes in every inch of me.
Her lips create a small O, and I lean forward to capture her mouth.
“Ride me.”
I’m not sure if it’s a demand or a plea, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t care, as long as she moves against me. She’s careful at first, giving herself time to adjust to my size, but after only a couple of minutes, she picks up the pace, her hips slamming against mine, and she once again chases her release.
“That’s it. Just like that. Take what you need.”
Her breasts bounce between us, drawing my attention to her nipples. I lean in, sucking one into my mouth. She moans, her hips thrusting faster.
