Page 41 of Visions of You

Our faces remained inches apart as his hands roamed over my body, never stopping. As if he were familiarizing himself with the territory. Becoming acquainted so he could investigate further soon.

I reached up and kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.His mouth was hot, wet, and smoky. I’d never done anything like what had happened at the movie. I liked it. Gabe made me feel confident—more than I had ever been.

I wanted more.

He took a step back. “Lie down on the rug. On your stomach.” His voice was commanding, but there was nothing threatening in it. Nothing that made me uneasy.

Quite the opposite. And my arousal was only heightened when I dropped my eyes to see the effect I was having on him.

A very pronounced effect.

The warm, soft material caressed my breasts as I stretched out on top of it. Already, a deep rolling wave ran through me. From head to feet, then back up again. I closed my eyes and heard the soft sound of the whisky bottle being unscrewed.

Gabe swept my hair off my back, gently placing it to one side of my head. Then the liquid dripped onto my skin in a line from my shoulders, down my back, and over my ass. It was fiery hot and freezing cold at the same time. I gasped, shivering as it trickled into areas that took on a new heat of their own.

The air above my shoulders became warm as Gabe leaned over and blew gently across them. Then the base of my neck got wetter. The whisky trickled over my ribs as he ran his mouth down my spine. I shuddered and twitched, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I grabbed a handful of the rug, moaning softly. “Oh God, Gabe. That feels… incredible.”

He made a deep, appreciative rumbling noise in his chest as he ran his tongue back up. He repeated the maneuver on each hip, gently licking up the whisky as the rug around me became wet and fragrant with its smoky scent.

“Turn over.”

I flipped onto my back, hardly able to control my rapid breathing.

Gabe sat next to me on his knees. His eyes were smoky and mysterious as he held the Macallan bottle in his right hand. Agonizingly slowly, he poured a thin ribbon from the hollow of my neckdown to my navel. Then he stopped over my sex, circling his hand as he continued to pour. I tightened every muscle in my body to keep from arching as the fire spread into every crevice. I didn’t want to displace a single drop.

He met my eyes as he set the bottle down again. Settling over me on his hands and knees, he straddled me, then lowered and sucked a mouthful from the hollow of my neck.

With a deep moan, I tilted my head back, ruffling both hands through his short hair. Gabe moved downward, drinking and sucking until he stopped at my breasts. I cried out when he took one hard peak in his mouth. He stroked the other with one hand.

“Gabe. I’m not sure how much of this I can take.”

He smiled and glanced up at me. “I haven’t even started yet.”

That made me groan louder, and he must have gotten my hint because he lowered farther. He drank the whisky from my abdomen, sucking it out of my navel. Then he moved his tongue in slow circles around my belly.

By now I was panting and couldn’t keep from squirming.

Glancing at me, he pinned me with his eyes as he moved lower. Placing both hands between my thighs, he pressed my legs apart and settled between them. The movement sent whisky into new places, and I inhaled sharply. I was on fire, partly because of him and partly because of the Macallan.

He wrapped both hands around the outsides of my hips. Using the same confident, deliberate motion as when he’d first kissed me, Gabe lowered and took a long, sweeping taste of whisky.

And me.

I grabbed two handfuls of the thick rug, holding tight as I arched my back, nearly rising completely off the floor. Gabe gripped my hips tighter, moving with me.

Moving his tongue relentlessly.

Drawing me even closer, a tight, hot pressure building and building.

Until it swept over me, a thousand times stronger than at the movie.

Stronger than any climax I’d ever known.

Sounds tore from my throat I had no control over. It went on eternally yet ended too soon.

I had one arm thrown over my eyes, though I had no recollection of letting go of the rug. Gabe crawled back up my body. I took hold of his shaft, and the air rushed from his lungs.

“Flip over,” I said. “My turn.” I pushed hard against his shoulders, and he complied by rolling onto his back.

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