Page 10 of Valentine's Kisses
The Taste of Him
Every new experience I have with him is more special because it’s him that I’m enjoying it with. He makes everything better. -Gabrielle
Gabrielle
My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him. I run my finger along the smooth skin of his penis again. It’s so smooth, yet so hard. My pussy is wet and aching at the thought of him inside of me.
“Lick it, Gabrielle. Like a lollipop. Just a taste and then take it in, baby. Let me fuck your mouth, sweet girl.” His husky voice sends me into a tailspin of want and desire.
I do as he says, this type of obedience feeling like second nature to me. His hand tightens around strands of my hair as I lick the tip of his cock. I taste his precum. It’s salty and sweet and fucking delicious. The taste of him makes me ravenous. I take him deeper and hear him grunt above me. He tries to pull back as I strive to pull him deeper into the warm depths of my mouth.
“Easy, sweet girl. Easy,” he says in a soft voice.
This time I don’t obey. I take him deeper, and he moans. I try not to smile around his cock as his moan echoes around theroom. It’s such a wonderful feeling to be able to pleasure this strong man.
I should be worried that someone will walk in. I should be worried that someone will see me like this, down on my knees for this spectacular man. But I don’t care. In fact, I feel freer than I ever have before.
My pussy aches and I place my hand over it, trying to gain some satisfaction. My jeans don’t provide the friction I’m desperately seeking, but I gyrate my hips anyway to try to find relief. I love the ache, the burn, the need for fulfillment, but this complete desperation is new to me.
I take his cock in and out of my mouth and use one of my hands to hold his girth. I peek up at him from underneath my lashes and see a look of intense pleasure on Flynn’s face. The fact that I made him feel this way, that my mouth is giving him so much complete satisfaction feels me with feminine power. I grind my other hand against my pussy harder.
“I’m going to come, babe. I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going to fill your mouth up. Can you swallow it, sweet girl?” His voice is strained, and I watch the cords in his neck as they strain with his effort to keep from coming.
I nod meekly. I want to feel his warm seed going down my throat. I want to know that I’ve brought him to the precipice, and then completely sent him over. The heady feeling of power brings my orgasm to the forefront. I want to come, badly. My finger rubs furiously over the nub underneath my jeans. I can feel tingling starting from that nub of pleasure.
He continues to rut into my mouth. When he gives a final grunt, he surges into my mouth so deep that my eyes fill with tears. As the splash of his seed hits the roof of my mouth, I feel my own body break apart. My orgasm rolls through me just as I swallow down spurt after spurt of his release.
He gives a roar that the whole building can probably hear as his orgasm reaches its peak. When his body finally relaxes, I give the head of his cock one last lick and then he pulls out of my mouth slowly. His hands give my hair one last tug.
“Fuuuck, I feel like my knees are about to give out.” Flynn stumbles over to the nearest stool and sits, bare assed on the wooden surface.
I flush as I stand up on unsteady feet. My jeans are wet from my own release and now they feel gross. My knees are suddenly sore from the linoleum floor. I feel weird, like a stranger waking up from an out of body experience. I reach for my bra and my shirt, putting them on and feeling awkward and shy the whole time I’m dressing. Flynn is quiet, but he stands and pulls his jeans and underwear up to cover his now softened cock.
“Hey, come here,” Flynn says in a commanding voice.
I walk over, still feeling aftershocks flooding my body. I also feel a combination of shame and satisfaction.
He reaches up and caresses my cheek. His blue eyes are shining with adoration and concern. “Gabrielle, that was beautiful. What we just did…” he trails off as I cast my eyes downward, “what we just did was wonderful and special. I didn’t use you, Gabrielle. I want you now. I want you forever. I don’t want this to be just a one-time thing.” He sounds so sincere that I lift my head up to meet his gaze.
“Y…you mean that? You really want me? And not just for this?” I ask tentatively. After so many years of not being wanted by anyone, including my own family, the thought of someone really choosing me to be in their life is a wondrous thing.
He trails a finger down my cheek. “Yes, I mean that, Gabrielle. I really mean that.”
He leans forward and I let him give me a lingering kiss.
I hear Hanna’s voice calling me and I pull away. “I should go.”
He grabs my hand to pull me back. “This isn’t over, Gabrielle. This isn’t over at all.”
His words ring through my head as I walk away and even as I lay in bed, listening to Hanna’s loud snoring.What if I let this man become my everything? What if I give myself to him?I turn over and lay my hand under my head.What if I do all that and then he decides I’m not good enough?
Chapter Twelve
Threats and Intimidation
I was never the strong one. My sister was. -Gabrielle
Gabrielle
