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Sweat popped out on my brow as I slowly retreated a few inches and slid back again. I wanted to do nothing but fuck her for hours and hours and hours. The tight glove of her silken walls milked my cock, and I tried in vain to ward off the orgasm. Tabatha arched her back and moaned. Anxious to have her come with me, I secured her hips to me and reached under her to pluck the tip of one nipple and her clit. She shuddered and clamped down around me.
Jesus. I pinched one of her nipples again, and she swore. I kissed her shoulder blade and whispered, “Touch yourself for me, butterfly. Help me. Show me exactly how to touch you, love. Show me what to do to make you come.” She reached underneath herself, and I could feel her pussy quiver around me the moment her fingers joined mine and started circling her clit.
I bit into her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and she called out my name. “Oh, God, Gabe… Yes, God, there. Please there.” I drove into her with that same measured pace. I wanted to ride her hard, but I didn't want to hurt her. Gritting my teeth, I wet my thumb with more of her slick juices and circled it around her tight pucker once more.
I could feel the muscles around my finger contracting as I rubbed circles around her tight entrance before pushing against it gently and slipping inside just slightly before retreating back again. Her grip on the edge of the desk was so tight that she almost cracked it in two as each circle of strokes brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
My fingers worked faster in tandem with the thrusts of my hips as we both sped toward our climax.
I watched in wonder as the rosette quivered under my touch. I rubbed again and again, and each time, her whole body convulsed and she pushed back against my invading cock. Gently, I pushed my thumb, and she went perfectly still beneath me. I withdrew my thumb again before reinserting to the first knuckle. Beneath me, she gasped my name.
"Oh my God, Gabe. Please. More."
“That's it, baby. Take it. Feel how tight you are. Focus on the sensations. I can make you feel good if you let me. I’ve been dreaming of your ass since I first laid eyes on you.”
“Gabe, I… need more… please.”
I withdrew my thumb again, in time with my cock, then penetrated her once more in both tight holes. She moaned and pushed her hips back against me. As her breathing grew more rapid, the leash on my control waned. I increased my pace, and she met me thrust for thrust.
Her walls glided over every ridge of me as I drove into her and her ass tried to hold onto my thumb. I felt the spasms of the walls in her slick channel and knew she would come around me at any moment. Releasing her breast, I reached up and caressed her lower lip. “Come on, Tabatha. Let go for me. I’ll catch you.” With a scream, she bucked and shook.
Her violent orgasm trapped both my cock and my thumb inside her body. Her groan of ecstasy reverberated around us, bouncing off the walls. A gray haze filtered on the periphery of my vision as my balls tightened.
My orgasm started in my toes then worked up around my spine. Tingles snaked through my body until I was driving with no other thought except emptying myself inside her. Through the haze, I heard her whimpered moan of my name and I fell straight into oblivion.
The violent orgasm left us both breathless and shaking in its wake. I stayed inside her for a few more moments with me panting and bent over her back before slowly withdrawing my thumb, followed by my cock. We lay there for a few minutes afterwards until our breathing had returned to normal and our pulses had slowed down.
"It's official; you are trying to kill me," I whispered.
30
Tabatha
It wasn't that I was hiding from Saff exactly. It's just that I was completely hiding from Saff.
After what Gabe and I had just done in his office, I should be hiding. I throbbed just thinking about him, the way he'd watched as he'd slid inside me, his thumb on my clit, the concentration on his face. But my favorite part was the look on his face when I'd squeezed around him and he lost all ability to control himself.
This was dangerous. Not only could we get caught, but how was I supposed to keep from falling for him?
I headed straight down for the showers. I needed to get a training session in this evening anyway. But before I could even make it to the locker room, I heard her familiar voice. "Hey, where are you going?"
I whirled around, plastering a big smile on my face. "Hey, you."
"That’s it? Hey, you? Weren't we supposed to have drinks last night?"
I blinked slowly. Last night, last night. Oh, fuck. "I just had some things I had to do for the job. I was knackered. Passed out."
"I texted you."
"Sorry. Woke up and had to go back on a brunch date. Just got here. I want to wash off the slime of potential terrorist."
"Oh yeah, how is it going with him anyway?"
“Tate? Fine. He’s applying pressure to shag me, but nothing I can’t handle.”
“And my idiot brother is behaving himself?” she asked as she scooped up her braids with one hand then piled them on top of her head before securing them.
She followed me down toward the locker rooms, and I knew she was going to ask why I was showering now when I was about to go into a sparring session with some new recruits in a couple of hours. "I'm fine. He's just being Gabe, but then we knew that. Not a surprise."
