Page 23 of Devotion

“I don’t think so. I’ve already written today off as a no-work day, and it’s almost more frustrating to get into things and then have to abruptly stop to go to a meeting.”

“That makes sense. I’m almost done.”

“Don’t rush. We have plenty of time.” He’s reached over to the platter for another piece of waffle and the remaining strawberries.

I finish my meal in a few minutes and then go to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. As I’m washing my hands, I check out my appearance in the mirror. I’ve put my hair in my normal bun because we’ll be in public all day. The smooth updo highlights the heart shape of my face and the size of my brown eyes. My dimples are only visible when I smile—one in each cheek and another in my chin—and my skin is only slightly rosy this morning. My dress is sleek with mid-length sleeves and a square, not-very-low neckline. It’s fitted in the bodice and falls in soft drapes to the floor, following the lines of my figure but not putting everything on display.

I look elegant, almost sophisticated, and it surprises me. Like I might actually belong at the palace instead of the humble home of city laborers.

Because I don’t want to waste the time I’ve been given with Gabriel this morning, I don’t spend any extra minutes primping. When I come out of the bathroom, he’s moved to his desk chair.

He’s still wearing the bathrobe.

He’s watching me fixedly as I approach and smile at him. Since we have more than forty minutes until we need to leave for the first meeting, I step around him to rub his back and shoulders first.

The bathrobe is thick, and it gets in the way. I push it partway down his arms so I can massage his bare skin instead. I work onhis shoulders and neck for a while, pleased when he loosens up easily, sighing and closing his eyes. I spend longer than normal massaging him, sliding my hands down inside his robe so I can reach to the middle of his back.

It’s such an odd, intimate, possessive feeling, working on him like this. Like he’s mine to make feel better. Like his body responds this way only to me.

As I continue, an achy clench tightens below my belly. It’s not lust as I understand it, but it’s something similar. Deep and entitled. Powerful and needy both.

I’m enjoying it so much that I would have extended the massage even longer had Gabriel not murmured thickly, “Come around now, Jess, and take me in your mouth.”

The words—even as brief as they are—intensify my feelings. Everything inside me clamps down greedily. I move around quickly and let him pull me to my knees in front of him.

I draw the sides of his robe apart to expose his groin. He’s already mostly erect, and that excites me unduly. I rub his bare thighs, amazed at the strength of the muscles there, as Gabriel takes hold of my head and moves it toward his cock.

I moan in very real pleasure as I slide my lips down the length of him.

“That’s it,” he breathes out. “That’s what I need.”

Now my pussy is pulsing as intensely as everything else inside me. I use my tongue to tease the tip of his shaft and then slide him out and then back into my mouth, deeper this time.

“Fuck yes.” His hands are moving on my head, repositioning restlessly. He leans farther back in his chair although his face is tilted downward, his eyes focused on me through half-closed lids. “Start sucking now. Let me really feel you. Yes. That’s so good. That’s what I want. Just like that.”

I can’t stop moaning around him as I work my mouth and my head and my throat. It’s making me feel so good. Like I craveit. Like I need it down deep in my bones. The muffled sounds I’m making are almost hungry. I try to stop since they’re so undignified, but I can’t.

I’m so urgent that my rhythm accelerates faster than normal. I want him deeper. I want him all the way inside me.

“Oh fuck, Jess, you’re so eager today. Slow down. Not so fast.” He’s gripping my head, guiding my motion more firmly to slow me down. “There you go. That’s better. Now you’re doing good. You don’t have to rush it. It’s perfect just like this.”

It’s harder than it should be to restrain my enthusiasm, but even the restraint feels good. Necessary. I want to give him exactly what he needs, and there’s something so special about obeying his instructions in this.

I’ve been holding on to his thighs, but now I slide my hands farther back. Since he’s not wearing pants, I can feel the tight skin of his hips and the top of his ass. I hold on to him there as I bob and suck and swallow at the tempo his hands are demanding.

“That’s right.” His voice is as soft as always, but it’s hoarse and sensuous. It turns me on so much. “You’re doing so good now. It doesn’t have to be over so soon. Give me what I need. Just like that.”

I’m still moaning greedily around his cock, and my pussy is hot and wet and aching deliciously. The rhythm he’s set isn’t only slowing me down. It’s slowing him down too. He’s lasting a lot longer than normal, and I’m feeling it in my jaws and my throat.

But I want to feel it. I want to feel even more.

He keeps one firm hand on the back of my head, but the other slides down past my bun to stroke my throat, wrap around the side of my neck. He must be able to feel my throat muscles clenching because he murmurs, “Fuck, Jess, you’re working me so hard. You’re doing so good.”

The acknowledgment makes me whimper loudly.

It catches his attention, but he misinterprets it. His hands gentle. “Are you okay? Is this too much for you to take? You have to tell me if it’s too much.”

“Uh-uh,” I grunt, giving my head a quick shake as I take him a little deeper.

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