“Gabriel!” she gasps as I suck her clit into my mouth more fervently this time, flicking it with my tongue at the same time as I suction around it. I can feel it twitch between my lips as Winter’s fingers tug at the roots of my hair, pressing me firmly against her warm, wet pussy.
She cries out as her orgasm hits her, sending her juices down my chin and making her clit throb against my tongue. I love that I can make her orgasm without even putting a finger inside her. Now I’ll coat my cock with all her wetness and know I’m the one who turned her on. Even as the last of her aftershocks subside, Winter curls her fingers around my jaw, beckoning me up her body and toward her lips.
I kiss each inch of her on my way up, enjoying the satin feel of her skin and leaving a tiny mark in each spot. When I reach her lips, I consume them greedily, and Winter sighs, trying to keep up even as she’s still foggy from having just been woken up. Her tongue strokes mine, tasting her own arousal as she deepens the kiss. My cock twitches, bouncing against her slick entrance at the knowledge that she’s tasting her own cum.
Spreading her legs wider, Winter runs her hand down my chest, feeling along my abs until she grasps my hard cock. I groan, rocking into her grip with the fierce need to find release. She guides me to her entrance, pressing my thick cockhead into her wet folds, then she moves her hands to my hips, trying to pull me toward her. Even in her sleepy stupor, she’s impatient to have me inside her, and I fucking love it.
I don’t make her wait long as I press deep into her core, feeling the slick walls of her pussy tighten greedily around me. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good it feels to enter her raw with no condom. I wonder if that’s on Winter’s mind, too, because she didn’t say anything about using a condom. After coming inside her last night, I don’t see what the harm will be in doing it again, and the thought of filling her once more makes my cock swell even more.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Winter breathes, her eyes still closed as she tips her head back on her pillow and arches her hips into me, rocking with my motion.
I take the lobe of her ear between my teeth in response and nibble just hard enough to make her gasp and her pussy clench. The feel of her walls closing around my hard length nearly undoes me, and I slow my pace as I try to regain control of myself. I’m so turned on from eating her out before fucking her that I can hardly stand it.
Winter’s hands travel up my back, tracing along my spine as she wraps her legs around my hips, pressing me deeper inside her with her heels on my ass.
“My horny little princess,” I breathe against her ear, and she shivers beneath my weight. “This is my pussy, and I just couldn’t resist tasting it, being inside it first thing when I woke up.”
“I want you so bad,” Winter sighs, grinding against me to deepen my thrusts.
I comply readily, speeding up as I thrust into her deeper and harder. “You like it when I fill your pussy?” I rasp, loving the way she whimpers with each rocking motion.
“Yes!”
I can feel her start to clamp down on me once more, this time as her body begins to orgasm. Cupping her head in my hand, I tangle my fingers into her hair as I bring our lips together in a passionate kiss.
Winter’s legs tremble, twitching around me as she orgasms, her pussy pulsing as it squeezes my cock in a vise grip again and again. The pure feeling of ecstasy at burying myself inside her as she comes brings me to my own release. With a powerful thrust, I explode inside her, shooting cum into her pussy until it's dripping out around my cock and oozing down her slit.
I go still inside her, consumed by the deep sense of satisfaction that fills me as we gasp for air. Winter releases a gentle hum of contentment, her eyes drifting sleepily closed as a soft smile spreads across her lips.
“That was nice,” she sighs.
I can’t agree more. Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, I slide out of her pussy and roll onto the bed next to her. As if in search of a physical connection, Winter snuggles close to me again, resting her cheek on my chest as she lays an arm across my abs.
Gently, I stroke the soft skin of her forearm, soaking in the quiet peacefulness, and my mind wanders back to the way Winter let me come inside her. No questions, no hesitation. She seemed just as on board for it as I was. I don’t want to ask, whatever the reason. But maybe my little princess has decided to stop fighting me, challenging me on everything. Maybe she’s even starting to trust me. The thought fills my chest with warmth, and I pull her closer to my side.
We lie like that for several long moments, me gently caressing her skin, and Winter snuggled into my side, until her breathing slows and starts to even into the rhythmic sound of sleep. I let her use me as a pillow for a long moment. Not typically inclined toward snuggling, I can’t help but acknowledge that this moment feels incredibly right, almost as though we’re a normal couple spending a normal morning in bed together.
Sighing, I press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. Then I gently slide out from under her, replacing my shoulder with a pillow to avoid disturbing her. As tempting as it is to continue holding her, I can’t stay still much longer. I have too much on my mind, and my stomach is starting to rumble. Dressing as quietly as I can in a warm T-shirt, my leather jacket, and faded jeans, I slip out into the room, closing the door behind me so Winter can sleep to her heart’s content.
3
Gabriel
Enteringthe clubhouse through the double doors that separate it from the living area, I walk around the bar and plop into a barstool.
“Morning, Gabe,” Debbie greets, setting down my usual drink, a steaming black cup of coffee.
“Morning, Debbie.”
“What’ll it be today?”
I give her a devilish grin. “Better be chicken and waffles, I think.”
She chuckles and shakes her head as she heads back into the kitchen to whip up my order. Hardly anyone else orders it from her, but I know the secret. Debbie’s chicken and waffles are better than anything else she cooks, and she can whip up some mean pancakes.
Relaxing into my seat, I prop my elbows on the bar and sip my coffee, letting my mind drift back to Winter. After Christmas yesterday, followed by the wake-up sex we just had, I find a new kind of hope about our future together building inside me. She just might really be ready to stay with me. Up until now, she’s fought me tooth and nail, it seems, rejecting me simply because I’m not what her old self would settle for. I’ve seen the conflict raging in her eyes and the struggle through her outbursts and denial because I know it’s a big change. But she’smine, and from the way she’s letting me come inside her, I think she’s starting to see it too. We’re supposed to be together; social status be damned.
Of course, if I’m going to take a future with her seriously, I have to look at the facts. We can’t live at the clubhouse together, staying in my tiny room down the hall, sharing a bathroom with the other guys, and pretending like they can’t hear us fucking and fighting. Not that I mind them knowing how often I fuck her. But it’s no situation to keep her in indefinitely. Perhaps I can rent an apartment, and we can live there together. I make a decent wage with my work at the garage and all the odd-end jobs Mark gives me for the club. I’ve even saved up a humble amount. It’s nothing to brag about, but it would cover rent by the month with a small buffer.