Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
God, so…freaking…good.
He licked and ate and sucked, and then he used two fingers to spread me open to lick and eat and suck some more.
I was squirming. Whimpering.
Unravelling.
I was also close.
For sure sensing it (he couldn’t miss it with my wiggling and moaning), he kissed the side of my inner thigh and moved up over me.
I had no idea what possessed me, since I knew he knew I was ready—and man, was I ready—and I felt how ready he was—and he was super ready—but instead of going where Gabe was taking me, I planted a foot in the bed and rolled him.
“Baby,” he murmured, curling up as if to roll us back, but I slid down, my mouth between his bulging pecs, down, my tongue dragging through the pelt on his chest, down, trailing the thick black arrow of hair that guided me to my ultimate goal…and down.
I wrapped my hand around his big, thick dick.
“Christ,” he grunted, immediately inviting me to take it further, spreading his legs and bringing up his knees.
I accepted his invitation, opened my mouth over his cock and wet the tip.
Up.
And down, I wet the tip and an inch below it.
Up.
And down.
I took all of him I could get.
“Christ,” he groaned, the thick sound of his voice egging me on, his fingers sifting into my hair and clenching.
I looked up at him as I bobbed.
Good Lord, this man—my man—was amazing.
He was resting back on one arm, the other hand in my hair, his legs wide, staring at me blowing him with so much heat in his eyes, I felt it burning me, so much hunger, I was trembling, ready to be devoured.
Yes.
This was my man.
Mine.
This was my dick.
Mine.
All of him was…
Mine.
On those glorious thoughts, I looked away and set about concentrating on my task of memorizing every inch of silken skin over engorged flesh, exploring every vein with the tip of my tongue.
I brought my hand into play to stroke as I paid special attention to sucking hard at the tip (and Gabe’s fist tightening in my hair told me he liked it).
Eventually, I used both, drawing up and going down with my mouth and pumping with my hand.
All through this, his fingers in my hair encouraged me. The deep, delicious noises he made invigorated me…
Until they were gone, both his hands were under my arms, I was dragged up, turned, and I was again on my back with Gabe on me.
Right.
Good.
We were on the same page because I was more than ready.
He reached for the nightstand.
I caught his forearm.
He looked at me.
“If you’re clean, I’m on the pill, and obviously I got tested after—”
He didn’t make me say Kevin’s name.
He brushed his lips against mine and whispered, “Always use protection, and we need to get annual physicals at work. I’m clean.”
“So can we…?” I trailed off.
“Sure?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Need the words, baby,” he said gently.
“I’m sure, Gabe.”
For a second, he just spanned my jaw with his hand.
Yeah, us going there like this, nothing between us, meant the same to him as it did to me.
And damn, I loved that.
Then he gave me another lip brush, and he wrapped one of my legs around his back.
With this indication of what goodness was to come, I shifted focus to the hot cock resting against my wet sex, mostly how bad I wanted it inside, not out.
He pulled my other leg around.
I ran both hands up his spine, clamping one around the back of his neck, and tracing his lat with the other.
He took his dick in his hand, and I felt it nudge my entrance.
“Hey,” he whispered.
I shifted mental focus from his cock to his eyes.
The instant I did, he opened me, sliding the head in.
Holy shit, this was happening.
I felt something bubbling up inside me, and I bit my lip.
Keeping my gaze captive, sharing this with me physically and emotionally, he slid in further.
I clenched him with everything I had.
His eyes grew lazy, and with a smooth glide, he buried himself to the root.
I felt myself adjusting to accommodate his length and girth at the same time I stared into his eyes.
Mine got wet.
He was perfect.
We were perfect.
Perfect.
God, Gabriel Stark was finally inside me, and I was crying.
“Yeah,” he murmured tenderly, tilted his head and kissed me.
The tears subsided as he started moving, slow and steady and sweet.
My hands again moved on him, loving, encouraging.
He kept moving, I kept encouraging.
And I loved it, every inch, every stroke, every touch, the smell of him, of us.
But I also felt like we were both teetering on the brink of a dive we wanted to take, and Gabe was holding back.
I got it, what he was doing.
I loved it, what he wanted to give me.
I revered it, that he was the kind of man who would want to give it.