Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“After you come,” I promise.
“Now,” she whispers, but I don’t give her that chance. This is where she’s at my mercy. I lift her leg to my shoulder and lick her clit.
She gasps and I lick again, suckling her and then sliding two fingers inside her. She moans and I’m all in. I want another moan. I want more of the salty sweetness of her on my tongue. I want her orgasm and I want to make damn sure she knows who gave it to her. Me. Gabe. I did. I own her right now. Her damn ex-husband does not and he won’t ever again. I’m going to make sure she knows that. I’m going to make sure she says my name.
Chapter eight
Abigail
I choose to be here.
I have that empowering thought, but I lose it with Gabe’s tongue. It’s been so long since any man has licked me this intimately. Even longer since it didn’t feel awkward and weird. And nothing about this man feels awkward. Nothing about his tongue and his hands make me feel anything but pleasure. He licks me and his fingers and tongue together send darts of pleasure radiating from my sex, through my entire body. That wave of ultimate release starts to slide through me and I’m not ready, but I can’t hold back. “Gabe,” I pant out, my grip tightening on the railing. “Gabe, I—”
And I do.
I shatter. I tremble. I lose everything but the quaking of my body and his tongue and fingers until I come back to the present and gasp out his name again, “Gabe,” I say and it’s a plea. I’m going to fall. I have no control over my body. He does. He has it all.
He lowers my leg from his shoulder, wraps his arm around my waist and then his lips are on my belly, kissing it, tender and somehow demanding. I can feel his need, his hunger for more, but he holds back. Why is he holding back? “Gabe,” I whisper again and now my hands are free, my fingers diving into his blond hair. “Gabe?”
He looks up at me and any thought I might have had that he was done, that something had happened to end this, fades with the smoldering heat in his eyes. “Say it again. Say my name.”
“Gabe,” I whisper, because the truth is, I like saying his name. I like reminding myself that there is nothing about this night that has anything to do with my past.
That simmering heat in his eyes ignites and he’s on his feet in an instant, cupping my face. “That’s right. Gabe. The man that has you on my tongue.” He closes his mouth over mine, and he kisses me, the taste of me on his lips, now on mine. I don’t expect it to be as arousing as it is, but it is. It so is. He is. I moan and my arms slide around his neck.
He replies to my urgency with a low, rough sound that turns me inside out in all the right ways. I want to be right here, in this moment. I don’t want to think about anything but this man. I press into him, on my toes to deepen the kiss. It’s then that I feel him just seem to snap. I feel his control because his need is mine. We aren’t just kissing anymore. We’re inhaling each other. We’re desperate for each other. We can’t stop touching each other. I don’t even know where I am anymore. I’m mindless, lost, and it’s everything and not enough.
Somehow I end up against the railing again, and Gabe’s still wearing his pants, but his cock is free and thick, and he’s produced a condom from somewhere. He rolls it down his erection and I watch, biting my lip right up until the moment that he’s pressing inside me, lifting me and suddenly I’m on the railing and on him, but that doesn’t last. He cups my backside and now he’s holding me, all of me. I’m clinging to him when he orders, “Lean back.”
“I’ll fall.”
“Trust me not to let you fall, Abbie.”
Abbie.
My father hated that name, so no one calls me that name, but I like it from him.
“Trust me,” he says again, his hand sliding to my back, between my shoulder blades, and I decide I will. I trust him.
I lean back and his hands hold me while his cock drives into me. He shifts and then he’s gripping my hips and pulling me against him even as he thrusts, his gaze raking over my breasts that sway between us. He repeats that move and I help him this time. I grind into him and we begin this wild dance of grind and thrust. Grind and thrust, until I’m right there again, incredibly, I’m there again. In that sweet spot that clenches my sex and then explodes into spasms around his cock.