42 Hours (Time for Love 3)

“I feel like I can be anyone when I’m with you,” I told her as I leaned over her and caressed her face. “I know that you won’t judge me. That there is no standard I have to uphold when I’m with you. You give me a freedom that no one ever has.”

Her eyes softened at my declaration, and she brought her hand up to run her thumb over my lips, as if she wanted to feel the words I spoke.

“That makes me so happy,” she whispered after a few moments. “I want you to be you. You’re a beautiful man, Scott.”

I’d never felt the desire to be sweet … reverent. But as I looked down at the only person in the world with the ability to make my life better, I knew I wanted to worship her in a way that I’d never worshiped a woman. I ran the tip of my nose along hers, closing my eyes and letting the sensation of caressing her fill me, then I proceeded to keep my promise and make love to her properly.

I started with her head. My fingers gently massaged her scalp as I feathered kisses along her forehead, eyelids, cheekbones, and jawline. I then licked the length of her throat from collarbone to the base of her ear with the tip of my tongue. I pulled her earlobe between my lips, nibbling lightly as I drew it out, then paused to whisper in her ear.

“I want to feel every inch of you with my hands. Lips. Tongue. I want to fill my senses with your taste, smell, and touch. Then I want to slide my cock inside of you, so deeply, that it’ll feel like we’re one. I want to love you until you come, my name on your lips, and then I want to do it all over again.”

Gaby whimpered at my words, and her hands came alive, running over any expanse of skin she could reach, and she turned her head to bring her lips to my neck.

I trailed my lips lower, until I reached her perfect breasts. I suckled the soft pillowy flesh into my mouth, and laved my tongue around her nipple. She arched her back and groaned, bringing her hands to fist in my hair, at once urging my face closer while pulling my hair back. My dick hardened and throbbed as she bucked against me, and the whimpers coming from her throat drove me to distraction.

I moved to pay homage to her other breast, nipping and licking as I explored the expanse of her flesh. Her legs came around me and I positioned myself in between them.

“More,” Gaby moaned out and I brought my head up quickly, eager to feel her lips against mine. I hovered above her, my dick jumping to reach the warmth of her, but I held myself just far enough above her to deny myself the pleasure.

“Greedy,” I murmured against her lips before I delved inside. “I fucking love it,” I said before I left her lips and began to kiss my way down her belly. I flicked my tongue inside her belly button, causing her to thrust up against me. When I felt her pussy hit my chest, I nearly lost my mind.

I held her hips in my hand and tilted them up so I could look at her exposed before me. Looking at her, I felt totally possessive. I wanted every other man in the universe know that this was mine. That she was mine.

My heated gaze met hers, and I kept it on her as I kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other. She bit her lip and moaned, head falling back as I brought my lips to the place she wanted them the most. I nuzzled her gently with my nose, then licked her seam, before focusing my tongue on her clit. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh gently, pushing one finger inside her wet, hot opening … then added another, while I flicked my tongue and kept my eyes on her … Watching.

Her head was back and her chest heaved as she pushed her hips against my hands. She became slick with sweat and she lifted her head to watch, her body quivering beneath me. I moved my tongue faster, and she braced up on one elbow, then brought the other hand to my hair and fisted in it once again. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out, but she kept her eyes on me as she came apart beneath my mouth and breathed my name.

As she lay there, boneless and trying to catch her breath, I came up on my knees, hands still at her hips, and drove myself into her. Gaby cried out as I filled her, and I growled slightly when the aftershocks of her orgasm clenched me from within.

Fuck … nothing had ever felt so good.

I lifted her hips up farther and tilted mine, so as I thrusted I could feel the head of my dick hitting her g-spot. I watched her face at the new sensation, and closed my eyes briefly to try and block out the image, before I lost all control and came before I was ready. But when I closed my eyes, Gaby’s face was the only image I saw, and the sounds coming from her seemed magnified. Every moan, groan, whimper … and her skin felt hot and slick beneath my hands. Every thrust and gyration was magnified. I felt Gaby’s body tighten beneath mine, and her breathing labored, so I moved my ass faster to give us both what we wanted. And when we both came, it was with her crystal-blue gaze locked on mine, and our name on each other’s lips.

Chapter 24 – Gaby

I sighed, stretched, and smiled when I felt mild soreness in my body. Last night’s lovemaking came back to me in flashes as my eyes fluttered open to reveal Scott sleeping next to me. He was turned on his side, facing me, with one arm thrown over my waist and the other tucked under his chin. I took the opportunity look him over. The blankets were draped down over his waist, leaving his chest bare. His body was long and lean, a little more muscular than it had been in our youth, but it was obvious that he had a runner’s build. The shadow on his jawline made him look ruggedly handsome, not like the clean-cut businessman image he usually projected.

I lay there and watched him sleep for a little while longer, then I started to feel like a creeper, so I decided to make him breakfast before I had to go to work. The last attempt hadn’t gone as planned, and I wanted to erase that memory with a new one.

I slid out of bed, searching the floor for my clothes and coming up empty. I grabbed Scott’s T-shirt off the chair and threw it over my head. It smelled of Scott, spicy, yet sweet. I indulged in a quick sniff, then turned my head to make sure that he was still asleep, and hadn’t caught me being even creepier.

Luckily, his eyes were still closed, so I eased myself quietly out of the room and headed to the kitchen to find the makings for breakfast.

Thirty minutes later I finished making his plate of biscuits and gravy, hash

browns, and a small fruit salad. The sun still wasn’t out yet, and I hoped he didn’t get upset at being woken up at such an ungodly hour. Such was the life of a baker.

I carried the plate and a cup of coffee to the bedroom and set it down on the end table next to his bed.

He was in the same position I’d left him in, so I lifted the blanket and slid in behind him. Aligning my body flush against his, I wrapped my arm around his waist and sighed against the warmth of his back.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” I returned with a smile, kissing his back softly as I spoke.

“Something smells good,” Scott added as he turned in my arm and pulled me closer to him.

I hugged him as tightly as I could with one arm, and burrowed my face in his neck. “Mmmmhmmm,” I murmured as I took a whiff. He smelled wonderful.