Page 56 of Ours to Lose
A groan tore from his chest, and he emptied into my mouth with pulsing spurts, the taste of his precum but stronger landing on my tongue.
I swallowed it down, mesmerized by the feel of him, by the pained look of pleasure on his face, and the way, after a few seconds, his muscles unlocked all at once and seemed to sink into the mat.
I eased him from my mouth and wiped around my lips while he heaved in breaths. His hands made a scooping motion as he tried to speak.
“What?” I giggled.
He lurched forward with a grunt and pulled me on top of him. His lips landed on my cheek, then my nose, possibly looking for my mouth, but his eyes had fallen shut. I helped him out and pressed a kiss to his lips.
His tongue stroked mine as he squeezed my ass. I tried not to squirm over the sensitive skin of his cock trapped between us.
He fumbled with the waistband of my jeans. “Take,” he mumbled between kisses. “These off.”
“Why?” I breathed before licking into his mouth. He didn’t seem to mind the taste of himself on my tongue.
“Because you’re going to sit on my face and ride me until you come.”
Chapter Thirteen
Gabe
“What?”she said with a surprised laugh.
“Now, Aubrey.” I wasn’t messing around. She wasn’t walking out of here without having at least two orgasms. Preferably ten, and preferably on my face. The only way it wasn’t happening was if she told me she didn’t want it, but from the way her breath had gone shallow and her tongue thrust into my mouth, I knew that wasn’t the case.
She rose to her knees to unbutton her jeans, meeting my eyes with a self-satisfied grin she tried and failed to hide.
“All the way off,” I ordered when she shimmied them down her round hips. “Underwear too.”
Her gaze dropped as she obeyed, but she didn’t hesitate. No, she was eager. The shy thing who had been nervous to sit next to me on her couch two nights ago had long since left the building. There certainly was nothing shy about the woman who’d just choked on my dick and gone back for more.
Jesus, I was already hard again.
When she was in only her white V-neck tee, I reached for her hands and guided her to her knees on either side of my head.
Her body was a work of art, figuratively and literally. Bright floral tattoos followed the curves of her hips and over her soft thighs. Roses and lilies bloomed across her chest with different flowers cascading down her arms, woven between other snapshots of nature. Blackberries on her forearm. A bee above her elbow. Honeycomb along the inside of her bicep.
She was a living garden for me to explore, and I was dying to get a taste of her.
Our eyes locked as she rested her weight on my chest, and a hint of shyness sneaked in behind her excitement.
It was a different kind of shyness than before. One with an undercurrent of hunger that had her shifting to get closer to my mouth. More like a reflex than true embarrassment.
That had been replaced with trust.
The honor of that trust burned in my chest. Out of all the men she could have chosen for this little experiment, all she could have turned to for comfort tonight, I was the one lying beneath her, receiving her warm gaze.
Holding that gaze, I gave her clit a playful lick. My chest was already wet with her arousal, the scent of her filling my nose, making me feral.
Her lips fell open, and I licked again, letting her become acquainted with the sensation. When her gasp turned into a full-body shiver, I planted my hands on her ass and dragged her to my mouth.
The second my tongue entered her pussy, a groan rocked my chest. I wanted my mouth on her forever, to spend the next thousand years lapping up her arousal as she got hotter and wetter and more helpless from how good I made her feel.
I could tell the exact moment she realized it because the last of her reserve melted away, and her hips kicked into gear, grinding on my face as instinctually as she had my lap two nights ago.
“Oh myGod,” she whispered as if tasting chocolate for the first time. I kept my hands on her ass, squeezing the fullness I loved and pressing her to my face.
A moment later, she tipped forward onto one hand while her other went for the short strands of my hair. She yanked my head to the angle she wanted and ground her clit against my nose.
