On The Rocks

I look up at her to gauge her reaction. Rather than apprehension, I see challenge as her lips curl upward at me. “Do your worst,” she whispers, and I can’t help but grin back at her.

“Oh, I will,” I tell her as I bring my hands up over the tops of her thighs and spread her apart for my pleasure… and hers.

The next lick I have against her… I’ll never forget. She jerks so violently that I have to grip onto her legs hard to keep her from falling.

“Stop moving,” I warn her as I nuzzle my lips in between her legs. “Or I won’t be able to finish you off.”

“Asshole,” she mutters and I chuckle against her, causing her to thrust her hips forward from the vibrations emanating from my mouth onto her tender flesh.

“You won’t be calling me that when I’m done,” I assure her, and then I let her have it.

It’s the best fucking head I’ve ever given in my life, if I don’t say so myself, but then again… it’s Gabby. I want to give her the best of everything. And she tastes better than anything I’ve ever had in my mouth before.

The effort I have to exert to keep her still and pushed against the wall is a constant battle because she won’t stop moving, but it makes me even more determined.

My efforts pay off because it doesn’t take long before she stiffens, clamping her legs against my head and screaming out.

“Fuck yeah,” I murmur against her, licking and sucking gently as she comes down off what I’m betting is the mother lode of all orgasms.

She’s still shuddering when I release my hold on her and bring her legs off my shoulders, causing her to sag like a bowl of Jell-O to the floor. But I don’t have time for weak limbs. I stand up, lifting her along with me, and quickly untie the belt from around her wrists, shoving the robe off her.

I’m so fucking hard and horny right now, I’m not sure I’ll make the short trek down the hall to my bedroom. Lifting her quickly up in my arms, I make my way back there.

She’s limp and sated, barely able to cling onto me. I like her like this… at my mercy. Laying her on the bed, I make a mad grab for the condoms in my nightstand, fumbling to open the packet. My hands are shaking as I roll it on and when I turn to look at her, she’s staring at me with longing.

“Hurry,” she whispers, and I think I might just perish right there from the emotion that courses through me. She’s completely wrecked and yet still wanting. What does that say about the level of desire that she feels for me? It makes me humble and thankful, and makes me want to prostrate myself at her temple again.

Shaking my head slightly, I kneel on the bed and crawl in between her legs, which open wider for me as I pull my way up her body.

I press myself against her, my dick coming right up against the heat that is begging me to come inside. I lay a soft kiss on her lips, and she gives me a sigh that warms me through and through.

“Hi,” I tell her.

She gives me a slight smile and says, “Hi.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’ve been better,” she says softly, and my protective instincts rear up violently.

“What’s wrong?” I ask urgently, moving my hands up to frame her face.

“I felt better about two minutes ago. I want to feel like that again,” she says with a tart smile.

Relief courses through me, and I give her a resounding kiss. “You’re rotten, but I think I can remedy that.”

Before I can give her a chance to respond, I push into her without much effort because she is so wet and ready for me. We both give out identical groans from the exquisiteness of the feeling, and I drop my forehead against hers to get my bearings.

“That feels good,” she says. I pull back and sink back in, causing her to groan again.