Page 63 of The Tip-Off
“Could start with getting naked.”
I left my shirt off after I showered so I’m most of the way there, but Gabby is wearing entirely too many clothes. I reach for the hem of her shirt and feel her stiffen. Shit, I completely forgot her hesitancy to take off her shirt. I’ve seen her scars, but I respect her desire to keep them covered during sex. As eager as she is to try it all, she’s a constant contradiction of reckless and afraid. Eager and reserved.
So, I skip the shirt and draw her to me. I take her mouth and kiss her until she relaxes in my arms. Gabby kisses with her entire body. She presses into me and pulls me closer all while drinking me in with such desire it stirs a feeling inside of me that I’ve never felt. I like kissing her, bringing out the passion in her and giving it right back in turn.
When kissing isn’t enough, I undo her shorts and she scoots off me so I can pull them down and then get rid of mine as well. I grab a condom from the nightstand and cover myself while she watches. When I’m done, she climbs back on me and lets out a little moan when my dick nudges at her pussy. She rises slightly and lines me up, sinking down before I’m sure she’s ready.
“This angle is kind of intense. Go slow.”
She nods once and rolls her bottom lip behind her teeth. Gradually she lowers herself onto me as I whisper encouragement and make sure she knows it’s okay to give her body time to adjust. When she’s taken me to the hilt, her body quivers.
“You’re squeezing me like a vise. So damn tight,” I mumble into the nape of her neck and kiss the sensitive spot just above her collarbone.
She lifts her hips slightly and then asks, “How am I supposed to move like this?”
I move my hands to her hips and lift her inch by inch to the tip and then start to bring her down just as slowly. “You’re not.”
“Oooh,” she says. “None of the work and all the enjoyment.”
“That’s right. Relax and let me make you feel good, sweetheart.”
The position and the control I have over her body brings me close faster than I’d like. When I can’t take it anymore, I lift her until my dick slips out and we both groan at the loss.
“Turn around,” I instruct and then help her maneuver so she’s facing away. “That’s it. Now same thing, but this time move your feet up so they’re underneath your knees and you can help set the tempo. If your legs get tired, then just lean back.”
At first, we’re out of sync, she’s trying to go fast and I’m forcing her slow, but we’re two ambitious people with a common goal and soon we’re moving together, and I can feel her trembling around me and her breaths coming faster, moans are the soundtrack of the moment.
The position lacks the intimacy I dig with her, so I lift her shirt in the back to access some skin. I’ve just gotten it to the middle of her back when I see the scars from her side and realize they spread around on her back, too. I gently kiss her spine and increase the speed in which I lift and thrust into her.
I don’t want it to be over. I want to be the guy who helps her discover every position, every sensation. “Ready to try standing?” I whisper in her ear.
She turns her head and looks at me, eyes wide. “Really?”
She scrambles off me and I stand and pull her from the bed. “How flexible are you?” I ask in a teasing voice, repeating the question she asked me earlier.
Instead of responding, she stands tall, sticks her butt as close to my crotch as she can and then bends over and grabs her ankles. Holy shit. My hands go to her ass and I squeeze. My dick twitches and begs for entry. I fist myself, position at her entrance and slide in, telling her how beautiful she is and how much I want her. Her responses come in the form of sighs and moans.
Her shirt gapes open in the front and I slide my hands underneath and cup her breasts over her bra. I’d give up a lot of things to feel her skin to skin right now.
As my thrusts grow harder, she has a hard time staying upright without toppling over so I quickly move us so she can lean onto the bed. Her face lays on the comforter, giving me a side view of every expression that crosses it. Pleasure. Excitement. Wonder. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“I-I think I’m close,” she rasps.
I increase the pace and sure enough, the walls of her pussy squeeze me and she calls out as the orgasm rips through her. My own release comes only seconds later, and I collapse onto the bed and pull her to me.
We lie like that until our breathing evens out.
“Thank God for porn,” I mumble into the top of her head and breathe her in.
She snuggles closer and I feel her body shake with laughter. “I have so many ideas. You have no idea.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea.”
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Gabby
Blair and Vanessamove their stuff from the sorority room they’ve shared for the past three years to our apartment. They don’t have much in the way of living or kitchen stuff, so aside from their rooms finally being used, the only difference is the excitement it brings to the place. It’s like the most epic slumber party ever that never has to end.
