“You’re perfect,” he said, tipping his head down for a sweet kiss on my lips.
Sweet?
Yes, I thought, contradictorily sweet, and I arched up on my tiptoes for more.
He abruptly broke contact. “On the bed.”
I forced my heavy eyelids open and scrambled to do as he said. Never even questioned it.
“Back against the pillows, legs open, hands on the headboard.”
I narrowed my eyes.
A muscle ticked on one side of his jaw. “Trust me to give you what you need.”
I should’ve hesitated.
I told myself to take back some control.
Instead, I complied.
I scooted my butt backward and leaned against the pillows. Spreading my legs wide? Not so easy. I parted my thighs, feeling open and exposed. Silly. I focused on my other task, raising my hands to the slats on the headboard—until I realized the effect it had of thrusting my br**sts out for his view. Well, that took my mind off my lower half, and I dropped my elbows to lessen the feeling of being so exposed.
The loud clap of Gabe’s hands startled me. “Eyes,” he ordered, pointing to his own. “On me always. Legs wider.”
I managed a deep breath and exposed my wet self to his hot stare.
“And relax those arms, kitten, or you’ll be sore for no reason,” he said, his tone gentling as he stepped closer to the bed and eased himself beside me.
He clasped one hand at the top of my thigh. “So f**king perfect,” he murmured, and my heart swelled at the words.
Leaning in, he eased his lips over mine in a way I sensed meant he wouldn’t be parting from me anytime soon. He slid that beautiful mouth back and forth over mine, moisture we created together causing a delicious slip and glide between us. His hand slid higher up my leg, inch by inch, until his thumb began a steady sweep over my bare mound, a place so long denied a gentle, caring touch.
I moaned again. This time I didn’t care, arching my hips, seeking harder contact, more pressure. A light slap on my bare pu**y startled me.
“One, eyes on me,” Gabe said. “And two, I’ll give you what you need. You only need to trust me to know what … and when.”
“But—”
Another slap, this one slightly harder, the sting deeper. “Oh!” I gasped in outraged surprise only to be startled when the sting wore off and a pulsating warmth took its place. “Oohh,” I whispered in sudden understanding as arousal replaced confusion.
My hips twisted against his hand, and I immediately caught myself, stopping the movement, no matter how badly I wanted the contact and pressure his palm could provide.
“Now you’re getting the point,” he said, pleased. Leaning close, he settled his stubbled face against my cheek, and I breathed him in, taking the scent that was Gabe into my bones.
“Let me make you feel good.”
“Yes.” The word came without thought.
He was still dressed, and I didn’t care, my only thought centered on relief from the ache he’d caused and continued to stoke.
He lay between my legs and dipped his head, his warm breath flowing over the apex of my thighs. I wanted to arch up but didn’t dare.
Trust me, he’d said.
Nobody had taken care of me. Everyone else’s needs always came prior to my own. But this man seemed wholly focused on me and my needs, I thought, as his tongue slid over me and a long shudder shook through me. He licked and stroked, first one outer lip, then the other, teasing me with circular laps of his tongue, surrounding the one spot that begged for attention.
I gripped the headboard harder, holding on tightly, while he devoured every inch of me. Never had anyone lingered so long or groaned in such primal satisfaction at a job well done. He nibbled with his teeth, took long sweeps with his tongue, alternating them quickly and mercilessly until sensations collided, fighting for dominance. I climbed higher and higher still, his devoted attention to his task perfect, no place, no detail left out. My hips shook, and waves attacked me, rising but never peaking as Gabe kept me hanging, my climax so close yet just out of reach.