"You didn't fake that did you?"
She chuckled weakly. "I wouldn't know how to fake that."
He smiled. "Well, now I know one thing you like."
"That only counted as one thing?" It had felt like ten blissful experiences in one.
"Mmm-hmm." He trailed gentle kisses along her jaw and throat. "Let's figure out what else you like."
"Let me catch my breath so I can figure out what you like."
"I'm not finished with you yet." He slid down her body and gently licked and suckled one nipple while he squeezed and tugged on the other. He continually stimulated her left breast with harsh, rough motions of his fingers and mouth until it was reddened, sore, and aroused, while her right breast was pampered with tender touches and kisses that left it yearning, achy, and excited. And her breasts weren't the only parts of her body that were throbbing with need. Her pussy was wet and swollen again already. She had no doubt that he could make her come a second time. This time she wanted him inside her when she came.
"Gabe," she pleaded, "I want you inside me. I want to wrap my arms and legs around you as you thrust deep and grind against me."
"We both want that, baby, but not yet. First, I want you to suck on my sac and tease my ass. Get me really worked up."
Suck on his whozit and tease his what? "I don't . . . know how."
"That's okay. I'll tell you how I like it."
Only fair, she supposed. He'd listened to how she liked it and hadn't hesitated in pleasing her. He rolled onto his back, and her pussy throbbed when she saw how hard and swollen his cock was. She needed to hurry up and get him worked up so he would fill her with that monster. She'd never seen a cock that big, much less had one inside her. Her vibrator would have felt inadequate in its presence.
Gabe propped a few pillows beneath his shoulders and head, lay back, and spread his legs. "Gentle," he said. "They're really sensitive."
She settled between his thighs and lowered her head to draw her tongue over the seam that ran between his nuts. His entire body jerked, and he clenched the covers beneath him in tight fists. She moved her head to suckle the skin over one ball and flick it with her tongue.
"Ah," he gasped. "I thought you said you didn't know how. That's perfect. I love it."
And she loved the way he was reacting to her unpracticed motions. She moved her mouth to the other side.
"Wet, um . . . wet your finger in your mouth and . . . "
When he didn't continue, she lifted her head and slipped her finger into her mouth. "Do what?"
"God, you're good," he whispered. "Don't stop. Wait. What was I . . . Um . . . " He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "Not sure if I can take much more. Just rub your wet finger against my ass. Don't put it in. Just . . . rub."
His ass? Unsettled by his request, she tentatively stroked his sensitive hole with her fingertip. He sucked in a startled breath and nearly leaped off the bed.
"Did I do it wrong?" she asked.
"No, baby. You almost made me explode. I can't wait any longer." He rolled off the bed and landed on his knees. He unzipped a suitcase and began searching through its contents. Clothes and toiletries went flying in all directions. "Need a condom. Where the fuck are they?"
Within seconds he'd found one, opened it, and unrolled it over his massive cock. He rejoined Melanie on the bed.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
She was tired of talking. She grabbed him by the arm, tossed him onto his back, and straddled his hips.
He grinned up at her, looking all dangerous and irresistible. Fuckable. "I'll take that as a yes."
Gabe grabbed his cock in one hand and directed it into her opening. She sank down with a relieved sigh, rising and falling over him in a slow, deliberate motion. Growing accustomed to his girth. His length. Oh God, how he filled her. Again. And again. And again.
His back arched off the bed. "Faster, Mel. Faster and harder."
When she didn't pick up her pace, he sat up, wrapped both arms around her, and flipped her onto her back. Still buried inside her, he began to move. She got a new perspective on his stage name. There was a hell of a lot of force behind each rhythmic thrust, and that was exactly what she needed: a rigorous, hard fuck.
Melanie wrapped her arms and legs around him, mindful to not gouge his thighs with her shoes, and hung on for the ride. A pressure built inside her. Pleasure. Need. Connection. Gabe lifted his head to stare into her eyes. He slowed his strokes, grinding his hips each time he plunged deep. Stimulating her clit. Bumping against her cervix deep inside. Rubbing her front wall in just the right spot. Her pleasure became bliss. Her need, desperation.