I gasp when he pushes the elastic of my panties aside and draws a finger over my slit.
He bends over me and hums his approval against my lips. “So wet.”
When he parts me with one digit, I cry out harder.
“Is this what you want?” He works his finger inside up to the second joint.
“Yes, oh, God.”
“I’m going to give you what you came for.”
The promise is more beautiful than erotic, because what I really came for is him. He doesn’t give me more time to think, because he starts moving his finger at a maddening slow pace. I push up on my elbows to look down at the sight, and he eases the pressure of his palm on my throat to let me. I want to see him claim me. As if sensing my need, he rips off the panties and drops them on the floor, staring intently at the wicked work of his finger.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
My clit tingles when he presses the pad of his thumb on the bundle of nerves. Gathering my wetness, he starts a slow and gentle massage that has my toes curl.
“Stop.” I grab his wrist. “I’m going to come.”
His smile is calculated. “That’s the idea, beautiful.”
“I want you inside me when I come.”
His eyes widen a fraction. His jaw flexes the way Gabriel’s used to when he fought for control. “You will.”
Using the V of his fingers of one hand to open me wider, he adds a second finger to the first. My muscles clench around him.
“Fuck, yes.”
His thumb goes back to my clit while his fingers prepares my channel for his cock. Gabriel is long and thick. This is something he’d do. A few hard thrusts combined with the relentless, circular movements of his thumb and I come with a fierce orgasm, crying out my pleasure. I’m still riding the wave when his mouth is on my pussy, his tongue taking over from his fingers. He feels so good. He knows exactly how I like it. He alternates gentle licks and sucks with nips of his teeth. Like Gabriel trained me, I come again quickly, this time in his mouth. He sucks me through the shockwaves until my body is a quivering mess.
“Good girl,” he praises, planting a kiss on my mound.
I turn even wetter when his hands go for his belt. At the same time my heart throbs in my throat. This is about more than lust. This is about a gamble. The belt falls away. The button of his slacks pops. Thank God for the hasty way he pulls down the zipper, because my nerves can’t handle the suspense. Taking my hands, he pulls me into a sitting position before gripping my hips and lowering me to the ground. He doesn’t have to ask. I go down on my knees, like I did countless times with Gabriel, bringing the elastic of his briefs with me. When his cock jumps free, I sit back on my heels. He’s thick and long with manly veins, the head broad and smooth. I almost cry with relief and thankfulness. He’s exactly like I remember.
He’s Gabriel.
Whether he knows that I know isn’t clear. The moment is too consumed with his need. His desire is the sole focus of his attention as he drags his fingers through my hair and waits. Knowing my history of abuse, Gabriel never pushed himself into my mouth. My soul soars as I cup his balls and pull him closer. When my lips fold around him, I get back the pieces of myself I left in the debris of the explosion. Flicking my tongue over the slit, I lap up the pre-cum he spilled for me, reveling in the taste that is uniquely Gabriel. My heart flutters with joy too powerful to contain as I take him deep. Sucking Gabriel off has always been one of my biggest turn-ons. I love the way he groans when my tongue swirls around his thickness and traces the vein on the underside to his balls. I revel in the way his knees buckle and his hips jerk, knowing I’m the cause of his pleasure. Having him in my mouth is like a homecoming. It’s the truth, the only truth I know. He lets me take him how deep I want, and he doesn’t hold back. He comes quickly and hard, spilling his seed down my throat. I savor every drop, feeling the same interconnectedness I felt during oral sex with Gabriel.
He’s Gabriel.
I stare at him, my soul bursting in wonder, as he rides his pleasure to the end. When his body goes still, he pulls his cock from the suction of my mouth. Without breaking our frantic chase for each other’s pleasure, he grips my arms and drags me to my feet, crushing our mouths together briefly before bending me over the counter.