He smirks, pulling off his clothes. “Naked, Plum. Now.”
If he’s going to do what I hope he is, it’s the perfect chair. I can grip the back, have cushioning for my knees, and he can adjust the height to the perfect… height for taking me hard or slow and all the ways in between.
I strip.
He chuckles at my enthusiasm as he circles me, assessing my nakedness. I’m no longer self-conscious being naked around him. The love in his eyes and his rock-hard cock show me he likes what he sees.
Ditto.
I could stare at my husband’s naked form for eternity and never tire. Some would say we’re nearing middle age. But I’ve never felt so young and alive as I am with him.
He wants more babies.
I’ve never been able to say no to this man. Actually, I’ve neverwantedto.
He pats the chair. “Forearms on the seat, leaning forward.”
I do as requested as he continues to circle. On the next pass, he runs the flat of his palm along my backside from one hip to the other. “Beautiful.”
He makes one more circuit before stopping behind me, so close but not touching. “You wet for me, Plum?”
Yes. “You better check.” I’m feeling sassy and highly aroused. He loves to build me up, make me wait.
The anticipation is the worst… and thebest.
His chuckle sends goosebumps along my flesh. “Happily.”
Surprising me, he lowers to his knees, spreads my cheeks and dives in, tongue first.
“Oh, my g—” I curl forward, his warm tongue, talented and devious, sending spasms and moisture to my core as he laps at the center of my sugarplum.
He grips the back of my neck. “Watch, Cher.” He directs me to the mirror as he lifts my foot. “Place your knee on the chair.” He helps, holding it in place. “That’s it. Now watch me love on your beautiful pussy. No closing your eyes.”
I’m shaking, ready to go off. The sight of me spread for his enjoyment is nearly too much. “I won’t last.”
He kisses the inside of my thigh then runs his nose along my seam. “Don’t hold back. Give me all of those orgasms, Plum.”
He gave me my first. He’ll have my last and every one in between until our last breaths.
Which might be sooner than I think as he steals my breath with each stroke of his tongue and hungry groans as he feasts upon me like I’m his Christmas dinner.
CHAPTER12
GABRIEL AND FRANKIE
Gabriel spoons me from behind, sliding in and out of me with lazy strokes. I’ve already come more times than I can count, and still he’s holding out, going too slow to get him there. He has the control of a god—or an avenging angel.
It’s early Christmas morning, too early to be awake, but he wanted to get a start on breakfast. Which he did, then slipped back into bed and into me, waking me up in the best of ways. “Love you, Big Man. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.” He rises to his knees, straddles my bottom leg, pushing my top leg up, and thrusts, hard, making me shudder. He leans over, kissing a slow trail to my breast before catching my eyes in a heated embrace. “Love you, baby. Love our kids. Love the life we’ve made together. Thank you for loving me, my Frankie Angel.”
“Don’t make me cry, Gabriel.” I scowl.
He nudges my nose and kisses my jawline to my mouth. “Call my name.”
After all these years, he still loves to hear me say his name as I come, like I could mistake the orgasms he gives me for anyone else’s.
There has only ever been one other encounter, and he’s not even worth mentioning.