Page 51 of Devotion

I’ve given up trying to understand it. Instead, I lie in my window nook for nearly an hour, imagining how I’ll touch him today and how he’ll respond.

Absurdly, my mental visions end up turning me on.

When I finally check the clock, I realize I better get up so I can be showered before he returns. I don’t have to wash my hair, so I don’t take very long scrubbing up and rinsing off. Then I put my nightgown back on. I never put clothes on until afterward since Gabriel will want me to take everything off when he gets back.

I spend the rest of the time flossing my teeth and plucking some stray hairs around my eyebrows. When I hear Gabriel enter the room, I leave the bathroom immediately, smiling when I see his familiar face and wet hair.

He smells like salt. He smiles back at me. “I won’t be long in the shower.”

“There’s no hurry. You don’t have any meetings today, do you?”

“No. Thank God.”

He says that occasionally.Thank God. Even though he doesn’t act in any way like a religious person. I wonder if he actually believes in a god. Otherwise, why continually thank him?

I don’t know any personally since my grandmother died, but there are still some Christians around. Mostly older people. As well as small pockets of Muslims and Hindus. But most people under fifty have no interest in or patience for religion. That kind of devotion to deities died out with the old world.

I’m not quite sure what took its place.

I keep these thoughts to myself as Gabriel disappears into the bathroom. He comes out in seven minutes, wearing a pair of his sleep shorts like normal and smelling strongly of soap.

He’s not very talkative today. Sometimes he’s not. I make a gentle attempt to start conversation, and when it dies, I leave it alone. He doesn’t feel like talking—that’s fine. He’s still relaxing and enjoying the massage. He doesn’t always have to talk for me to recognize his pleasure.

I work my way down the back of his body like normal, but when he flips over, he doesn’t let me continue with the front of his legs. He pulls me higher up his body and places my hands on the front of his shorts.

He’s fully aroused. Already.

“I can’t wait any longer today, baby.” There’s a delicious texture in the soft murmur.

“Can’t you?” I’ve tucked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts so I can carefully pull them down over his prominently erect cock.

“I need your mouth on me right now.”

He must mean it because I’ve barely gotten his shorts off before he’s easing my head down to where he wants it. I love that he’s never even slightly hesitant about it anymore. He knows he’s allowed to take what he needs from me.

I’m smiling as I give the tip of his erection a few teasing sucks before I wrap my lips around my teeth and take him all the way in.

He curves up his spine and moans as he sinks farther into my mouth. “Yes. There it is. That’s what I need.”

I adjust my tongue around his hard shaft and make a silly sound of approval.

“You always give me what I need. Not too fast today.”

I temper my enthusiasm so I can establish a slow, steady rhythm of sucks and swallows. He moves my head at a tempo that matches my sucking, and he’s obviously enjoying it if the uninhibited sounds he’s making are any indication.

I’m having as good a time as he is when he says, “Turn your little ass up this way for me.”

It takes some effort and coordination for me to re-angle my body without breaking the rhythm of my sucking.

But I manage it pretty well. When my bottom is better pointed in the angle of his gaze, he lets go of my head with one hand and moves it so he can rub my ass.

I make a gurgling sound because I’m so aroused and his touch feels so good.

“You’re eager today,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers all the way between my legs so he can part my folds and find my clit.

“Mm-hmm.” It’s a real struggle to not let the hot stimulation distract me from giving him what he needs. I keep sucking even as my pussy flutters in expectation.

He teases me for a few minutes before he finally slides two fingers inside me.

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