“Your wish is granted,” I say, leaning back on the bed, supporting my weight with my hands. “Do with me as you wish.”
She gives me a devilish smile and her fingers move to the waistband of my shorts. She’s quick to get them unbuttoned and pull down the zipper. “Anything I want?” she asks, pretending to be pondering her next move.
“Vixen.” I huff the word when her hand slides under the band of my boxer briefs and she cups me in her hand.
“Wow,” she says, her eyes watching her hand inside my underwear.
“As much as your wow pleases me, we need to stop this.” I pull on her hands and they slide free.
“Hey, I wasn’t done.” She pouts, sticking out her bottom lip. Leaning in, I nip at it with my teeth.
“I know that, but damn it, Gabby. I’m not blowing in your hand.” I stand and she takes a step back. My shorts fall to the floor, and with a tug, my boxer briefs slide easily down my legs. “My turn.” I reach for her shorts and have them down her legs in no time. She stands before me in a pair of white cotton panties and a matching white cotton bra.
“I didn’t expect this,” she says as if she needs to explain something to me. “These are… comfortable,” she rushes to defend.
“They’re sexy as fuck.”
She rolls her eyes. “Come on, Chase. I know this isn’t what you’re used to.”
“Hey.” I pull her body close to mine, feeling her skin and the thin pieces of cotton rub against me. “We talked about this. It’s been a long-ass time since there’s been anyone. Believe me when I tell you these are sexy.” I run my hand over the globes of her ass as reassurance. “Gabs, you could be in a paper sack and my cock would still be hard as steel for you. It’s not what you’re wearing. It’s you.”
“Just me, huh?” She smiles. Reaching behind her back, she unfastens her bra. I watch every move as she slides one strap and then the other down her shoulders.
“Fuck,” I murmur when she drops the white cotton to the floor. Her breasts are perfect, just as I imagined them to be. My hand darts out to cup them in my palm, testing their weight. When my thumb caresses her pebbled nub, a throaty moan escapes her. Needing more of her, I stretch to pull a nipple into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue while fondling the other between my fingers. Gabby sags against me, and I drop my hands to wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer.
My lips trail across her chest, down her belly. When my hand slips under the waistband of her panties, she shuffles her feet. And when I find her wet for me, she sucks in a breath. I ache to feel her, all of her. I need her naked. Removing my hand, I smile as she grunts her complaint, but I continue on. Gripping the sides of the white cotton, I push them over her hips and down her thighs.
“This is torture,” she says, stepping out of her panties.
I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m not torturing. I’m savoring.”
“Can you savor a little faster?” she asks.
“Oh, baby, I’m just getting started.” With my hands on her hips, I lift her, stand, and then toss her gently on the bed. Reaching into the nightstand, I pull out the unopened box of condoms I bought the first night she stayed here. Call it wishful thinking. Grabbing a strip, I toss it near the pillow and walk to the end of the bed.
She’s sprawled out on the mattress, bare and inviting, and it’s all for me. Crawling on the bed, I don’t stop until I’m settled between her thighs. Immediately, I nibble her inner thigh.
“Chase.” My name is a breath from her lips.
“Hmm,” I say, but not before my mouth covers her clit. The vibration has her back arching off the bed.
“More.”
“More of what, Gabs?”
“You. Everything. Just… more.”
“Done,” I say, and fuse my mouth to her pussy like I’m a starving man. In a way, that’s exactly what I am. Starved of her, deprived of her taste for so long, I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to pull myself away from her. Her hands dig into my hair, and her legs clamp around my neck as she loses control.
“Yo-You’re trying to kill me,” she pants, loosening her legs from around my neck. I pull my mouth from her and wipe my face with the back of my hand.
“Never,” I say, reaching for the condoms and kneeling. With hooded eyes, she lifts her head and watches me roll the condom on. Without a word, I hover over her, resting my hand on either side of her head. She reaches between us and guides me inside. Gabby’s eyes flutter closed, her long lashes kissing her cheeks. “Open your eyes, Gabby.” I slowly pump my hips as I wait for her. When she finally forces her eyes open, what I see there hits me right in the chest.