Page 47 of Hat Trick
"Has anyone ever gone down on you, Emily?" My face heats with embarrassment at his dirty words. "Am I the first man who gets to lick your delicious pussy?" I cover my face and nod my head. He traces his thumb through my lips and an indecent moan escapes me. My previous partners would paw at me, rub my clit too hard and too fastand do the bare minimum until I reciprocated. He hums in appreciation, full of male pride.
I ache with need for him.
The first languid lick of his tongue has my heart leaping into my throat. I've never felt anything like it. It's dirty and sexy and so fucking good. I could live and die with this man's mouth on me. Slowly, decadently, he alternates between licking my pussy and rubbing sweet little circles around my aching clit. Pressure and pleasure boil up inside of me. I spear my fingers through his hair with both hands, not sure if I want to push him away because it's all too much or drag him closer to get more.
"You taste so fucking good, Emily." His low, gravelly voice says. His words add gasoline to the fire raging inside of me.
"Gabe!" I shout, my legs tingling and shaking.
"That's it, Princess, I got you. Come for me. Come all over my fucking face like a good girl." He spears thick fingers inside of me and rubs my G-spot until I explode. Every inch of my body seizes, my toes curl, and I feel like a star exploding into thousands of tiny pieces of matter. I have never come that hard in my entire life. I didn't know it was even possible to feel like this. Slowly, my breathing returns to normal and my soul reenters my body.
I peak an eye open to find a surprisingly quiet Gabe, sitting back on his heels and grinning wickedly at me. His lips are still shiny with my release, and I'm still spread open, bare to him.
"You're so fucking sexy when you come," he growls. I look down his broad frame and taught abs to find his bare cock, hanging proudly between his legs. I didn't get a good look at it from under the covers, but it's beautiful.
I bite my lip and make grabby hands at his waist. He crawls slowly over me, like a lion or a leopard, stalking their prey.
"Do you want this, baby? Do you want me to fuck that tight pussy of yours? Make you see stars?" I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him on top of me. I bite my lip and nod, unable to put words to my want. I'm satiated but hungry. Hot but cold. Tired but wired. And all I can think about is having him inside me.
"I need words, sweetheart. Use your words."
I look into his whiskey brown eyes and nod. "I want you Gabe. I need you. Please. Please fuck me." I beg shamelessly. I know I get off on his words, but I haven't offered him any of mine. If it makes him feel good to hear me beg wontly for his cock, I'm going to do it. His grin widens as he reaches down and slowly strokes his own cock.
He leans back over me, pressing the hard length of his thick cock against my thigh.
My fingers dance through the valleys of the muscles on his back, reveling at how they dance for me. He leans one elbow on either side of my head, bringing his face mere inches from my own. It feels too much. Too intimate. This is just sex. Just friends helping each other address our basic needs without complications or commitment. But the soft gaze in Gabe's eye is anything but uncomplicated or uncommitted.
"Alright goalie. Show me what all those hip thrusters can do." I say, digging my heels into his ass and trying to lighten the mood. Gabe chuckles at me before gently biting my shoulder.
"You brat." He says without any heat.
He kisses me slowly, sensually, his lips and tongue dancing, worshipping my own. I can taste myself on him and a new wave ofheat envelops me. It feels so wrong, but so sexy. There's nothing hard or demanding in this kiss. He laces his fingers behind my head, holding me to him.
So very slowly, the head of his cock taps at my entrance, running from the bottom to the top. I moan my approval. I dig my heels in harder.
"Greedy girl," Gabe says with a smile, before kissing and nipping and licking my neck and shoulder. I'm on fire for him and he's teasing me. Always.
Then, he takes pity on me and presses into my opening. He groans and rests his forehead against my shoulder.
"Jesus Fuck, Emily. You're so fucking tight. And wet for me." I shiver at his praise. He slides in, inch by painful inch, until his pubic bone hits mine and he's finally fully sheathed. I'm so full I can barely breathe. He's huge and hard and everything I didn't know I needed. He's filled a void I didn't know I had. It feels like I've been made for him. With him fully sheathed inside me, I'm made whole again.
It's a shocking feeling. He raises his head and looks down on me, a soft smile playing on his lips. He feels it too. A tear escapes and trails down my temple, but he kisses it away.
"Gabe." His name comes out in a broken sob.
"I know, Princess. I got you." And I know he does. He pulls out of me slowly, gently, reverently, before pushing home again. I raise my hips to meet him. And for the next thirty minutes, Gabe makes slow, agonizing love to me. He doesn't fuck me. He doesn't chase his own release. He doesn't scratch a primal itch. He makes love to me. And my heart breaks all over again.
When we finally come, it isn't an explosion, it's a forest fire of heat, strong, powerful, and life-altering. We come together, my arms around his neck, his face buried in my chest, hands still holding my head.
We lay there for a long time, silent. What's there to say? We fucked up and caught feelings? That what we just did complicates everything? That we both just felt something neither one of us is willing to put a word to yet?
His phone sounds with a text message and he sighs.
He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I sit up, finding my clothes and putting them on. The boys have the day off, but I still want to be around to help with Annie.
I want to cry, but I'm not even sure why. What we just did was the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me. And I have no clue how to react to it.
He pauses at the entrance of the bathroom before coming back to me, gripping me by the back of my neck, and pressing his forehead against mine.
