releasing him from the
tight suction of her mouth. “What kind of surprises?”
“I’ll show you. Just . . . if
you keep doing that, I’m gonna come and then I’ll probably fall
asleep afterward.”
She stared up at him in disbelief. “I’ve never known
a guy to turn down oral sex before.”
“At least let me reciprocate.”
He wrapped both arms around her, pressing her bare
breasts firmly into his chest. The piercing in his nipple rubbed
against her areola, and she thought she’d explode with lust. That
forbidden piece of jewelry made her feel so naughty. So reckless. He made her feel that way. She loved all the unconventional
things about him. She was starting to see why Nikki was so
attracted to bad boys.
Belly-to-belly, Gabe walked her backward into the
large open living area of the suite. When she turned her head to
take in the lushly decorated room, he paused. She looked up at him
in question and he caught her mouth in a deep kiss. Melanie wrapped
her arms around his neck and kissed him in return, making no
protest when he pushed her jeans down over her hips. He grabbed her
ass in both large hands and pressed her more securely against him,
his thick cock prodding her in the belly.
He started moving her backward again. This time he
didn’t stop until her legs came in contact with the bed. He eased
her down onto the mattress, still kissing her. When he had her
where he wanted her, he lifted his weight onto his hands, tugged
his mouth free of her eager lips, and stared down at her.
“Your pants are in my way,” he murmured.
She tried to struggle out of them—they were in her
way as well—but their bellies were plastered together and he had
her jeans trapped against the edge of the bed with his lower
body.
“Don’t rush,” he said. “I want to look at you
first.”
He shifted away and climbed to his feet, leaving her
alone and disoriented with her legs dangling off the bed. He
grabbed her jeans and pulled them off in one tug. He left her
panties and her high-heeled sandals in place. She squirmed toward
the middle of the bed, using her elbows and heels to propel herself
across the mattress. He seized one ankle just above the strap of
her shoe, and she stopped.
“Show me how you like it,” he said.
“What?”
“I couldn’t tell if you like it gentle or rough, so
show me.”
“How am I supposed to show you?”
“Touch your breasts.”
“Gabe, I’d like anythi—”
The look he gave her threatened to melt her panties
right off her body. “Show me, Mel.”
She flopped onto her back and grabbed her breasts in
both hands. Wasn’t the entire purpose of having a partner to get
her off so she didn’t have to do it herself? She plucked at
her nipples until they were sufficiently hard and then dropped her
hands.
“Satisfied?”
He chuckled. “Not even. Take off your panties.”
“Gabe . . . ”
“Take them off.”
She huffed and reached for her panties, jerking them
off over her butt.
“Not like that.” He leaned across the bed and
covered her hands with his to slow her motions into a leisurely,
deliberate tease. “Look at me while you slip them off,” he said.
“So I can’t decide if I want to stare into your eyes or catch my
first glimpse of your swollen pussy. Is it wet?”
“Dripping.”
His gaze shifted down her body and he shuddered, his
teeth worrying his bottom lip as if he was restraining it from
seeking the heated flesh between her thighs.
How decidedly delicious that Gabe was telling her
what he liked, telling her in the same way he’d asked her to tell
him. She’d never been with a man who gave instructions, and she’d
never bluntly told a lover exactly what she wanted from him in bed,
but maybe with Gabe it wouldn’t be awkward. Maybe for once she
wouldn’t have to fake her orgasm.
“I understand,” she whispered. “I’ll follow your
instructions.”
Their eyes met, and she tried to hold his gaze as
she slowly worked her panties down her
tight suction of her mouth. “What kind of surprises?”
“I’ll show you. Just . . . if
you keep doing that, I’m gonna come and then I’ll probably fall
asleep afterward.”
She stared up at him in disbelief. “I’ve never known
a guy to turn down oral sex before.”
“At least let me reciprocate.”
He wrapped both arms around her, pressing her bare
breasts firmly into his chest. The piercing in his nipple rubbed
against her areola, and she thought she’d explode with lust. That
forbidden piece of jewelry made her feel so naughty. So reckless. He made her feel that way. She loved all the unconventional
things about him. She was starting to see why Nikki was so
attracted to bad boys.
Belly-to-belly, Gabe walked her backward into the
large open living area of the suite. When she turned her head to
take in the lushly decorated room, he paused. She looked up at him
in question and he caught her mouth in a deep kiss. Melanie wrapped
her arms around his neck and kissed him in return, making no
protest when he pushed her jeans down over her hips. He grabbed her
ass in both large hands and pressed her more securely against him,
his thick cock prodding her in the belly.
He started moving her backward again. This time he
didn’t stop until her legs came in contact with the bed. He eased
her down onto the mattress, still kissing her. When he had her
where he wanted her, he lifted his weight onto his hands, tugged
his mouth free of her eager lips, and stared down at her.
“Your pants are in my way,” he murmured.
She tried to struggle out of them—they were in her
way as well—but their bellies were plastered together and he had
her jeans trapped against the edge of the bed with his lower
body.
“Don’t rush,” he said. “I want to look at you
first.”
He shifted away and climbed to his feet, leaving her
alone and disoriented with her legs dangling off the bed. He
grabbed her jeans and pulled them off in one tug. He left her
panties and her high-heeled sandals in place. She squirmed toward
the middle of the bed, using her elbows and heels to propel herself
across the mattress. He seized one ankle just above the strap of
her shoe, and she stopped.
“Show me how you like it,” he said.
“What?”
“I couldn’t tell if you like it gentle or rough, so
show me.”
“How am I supposed to show you?”
“Touch your breasts.”
“Gabe, I’d like anythi—”
The look he gave her threatened to melt her panties
right off her body. “Show me, Mel.”
She flopped onto her back and grabbed her breasts in
both hands. Wasn’t the entire purpose of having a partner to get
her off so she didn’t have to do it herself? She plucked at
her nipples until they were sufficiently hard and then dropped her
hands.
“Satisfied?”
He chuckled. “Not even. Take off your panties.”
“Gabe . . . ”
“Take them off.”
She huffed and reached for her panties, jerking them
off over her butt.
“Not like that.” He leaned across the bed and
covered her hands with his to slow her motions into a leisurely,
deliberate tease. “Look at me while you slip them off,” he said.
“So I can’t decide if I want to stare into your eyes or catch my
first glimpse of your swollen pussy. Is it wet?”
“Dripping.”
His gaze shifted down her body and he shuddered, his
teeth worrying his bottom lip as if he was restraining it from
seeking the heated flesh between her thighs.
How decidedly delicious that Gabe was telling her
what he liked, telling her in the same way he’d asked her to tell
him. She’d never been with a man who gave instructions, and she’d
never bluntly told a lover exactly what she wanted from him in bed,
but maybe with Gabe it wouldn’t be awkward. Maybe for once she
wouldn’t have to fake her orgasm.
“I understand,” she whispered. “I’ll follow your
instructions.”
Their eyes met, and she tried to hold his gaze as
she slowly worked her panties down her
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