Page 60 of Enticed
“Gabe,” I gasped, shoving my fingers in his hair as he flattened his tongue against my pussy and took a long, slow lick, stopping to swirl the tip around my clit. He drew circles over it, alternating with gentle flicks and sucks until he found a rhythm that had me clamping my thighs down on his head.
He chuckled darkly, and the vibration sent my rapidly building release into hyper drive. Then he was gone, and my orgasm ebbed.
“What are you—” I began, glancing down at him, the question dying on my tongue when my gaze clashed with the roguish twinkle in his eye then dropped to his lips that glistened with my arousal.
“I’m savoring you,” he replied, dragging a finger through my wetness. He coated first one finger, then the other in my juices before pushing the first one inside me. “Hmmm, you’re awfully tight; I’m not sure you can handle more than one finger.”
“I can,” I assured him, panting. I probably should’ve been ashamed of how needy and desperate I sounded, but I was too far gone to care. I wasn’t too proud to beg for his cock if I had to.
He tentatively added that second finger, stretching me until I was deliciously full. “I’m still not sure you can handle all of me. You’re squeezing my fingers so hard, I don’t think there’s room for anything else.”
“There is. Ah,” I cried out as he curled them both forward and slowly pumped in and out.
“I better make sure you’re good and ready. You need to be dripping wet.” I wasn’t sure I could get any wetter, but I wasn’t about to argue. As long he fucked me good and hard, I didn’t care how long it took him to get meready.
Gabe dropped his head to press kisses all around my clit, but didn’t touch it until I began to squirm and growl in frustration. Then he dove in, attacking it with a fervor so unlike the languid, unhurried strokes from before. His fingers dragged across my inner walls as he sucked my clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it like it was his favorite snack about to disappear off the shelves.
Pressure built in my core, and I clamped down on his fingers as my stomach tightened. My release mounted quickly, and I swore if he edged me again, I was going to finish myself off and make him watch just like last time.
My orgasm crested with that thought as images of his cum-soaked lap flashed in my mind. One more flick of his tongue sent me tumbling over the edge. I shouted his name, and my body trembled with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
I was completely wrung out when he climbed over me and cupped my jaw, rubbing his thumb over my lips. “I want you to see just how good you taste,” he said before kissing me hard. I opened to him, letting him sweep his tongue into my mouth. Pulling back, his eyes flashed with regret. “I don’t know why I waited so long to do this.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“Don’t wait any longer,” I said, spreading my legs wider until his hips settled in the cradle of my thighs.
“Be right back,” he said and dropped back on his haunches, preparing to climb out of bed. Then he froze and a curse hissed through his lips. Scrubbing a hand over his face in frustration, he shot me a regretful look. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“Oh,” I replied, blinking up at him. “I don’t either. But…” I began, and his gaze snapped to mine. “I have anIUD and haven’t been with anyone since my last checkup.”
His throat bobbed with a rough swallow, and his shoulders sagged with relief. He had worried I’d been with Elliot tonight, but I’d just put those fears to rest. When I’d refused to answer him earlier, it was out of sheer spite. I’d wanted to prove that if he wasn’t going to share my bed, then he didn’t get to know who was. I wasn’t proud of it, but if that was what got us here, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
“I got checked when Celeste filed for divorce. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, and my eyes widened in surprise. That had been over a year ago. I would be the first person he slept with since his divorce. That was huge, monumental even.
That revelation hit me square in the chest. I sat up and cupped his face, pouring every ounce of love I had for him into that touch. “That makes this moment even more special. I feel like you waited for me.”
“I did. I might not have realized it at the time, but I think this is exactly how it was meant to be; me and you finding each other.” He urged me onto my back and stretched out over me, his naked body colliding with mine. My pulse hummed, and my skin tingled everywhere we touched. Electric desire coursed through my veins.
He kissed me deeply before pulling back to look at me. His gaze roved over my face, searching for any hint of hesitancy. Finding none, he notched the head of his cock at my entrance, and my eyes fell closed.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and they fluttered open. “This moment is too important, too special to close your eyes. I want our first time together to be etched into your memory in technicolor.”
I held his stare as he pushed inside, fighting the urge to close my eyes at the heady sensation. He pulled out and pushed back in, a little further this time. A few more thrusts and he stilled.
“Fuck, I was right,” he groaned. “You are tight.” He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure. “I want to make this amazing for you, but you’re already about to milk my cock dry.”
“I’m not doing anything,” I replied innocently. He pressed forward again, this time burying himself all the way to the hilt, effectively silencing me. I squeezed around him, my walls fluttering involuntarily.
He dropped his face to my neck. “You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned against my throat, before trailing kisses up to my mouth. Gripping the back of my knee, he hooked my leg around his hip. “I couldn’t think of a better way to go,” he murmured against my mouth, driving his hips forward.
“Gabe,” I breathed, bracing my hands on his shoulders. The muscles flexed and bunched beneath my palms, and I reveled in the feel of him. Sliding them down his arms, I explored his body as he thrust in and out in slow, measured strokes. His gentleness and languid pace were driving me crazy. “More,” I demanded.
“More what?” he asked, pulling back to flash that crooked boyish grin at me.
“More everything. I need you to go harder, faster. I need more of your cock. I know you’re holding back, but I need all of you.”
The last word was barely out of my mouth when he finally let loose. He pounded into me, and I clung to him, my nails digging into his biceps. The bite of pain where my body had to stretch to accommodate him melted into mind numbing pleasure. He’dbeen justified in his concern of me being able to take him. He was much larger than my only previous partner and any toy I’d ever used. It took me a minute to acclimate to his size, but once I did, pure bliss raced through my veins.
