release. She knew the feeling. A moan escaped, and she bit her lip, forcing herself to focus. She had plenty of experience in making herself orgasm. Now she wanted Gabriel to make her come.
His gaze darted to her mouth, his own lips parted as if he wanted to be the one doing the biting. Heat flushed her skin. Esmeralda trailed her hand from her breasts down along her abdomen, his eyes were fixated on her every move.
She parted her folds, placing a single finger at her heated entrance. It was too much. She needed to take the edge off. Just a little. Her pussy clenched as she sank a finger, then two in her soaked channel. She flung her head back, her core trembled and her knees grew weak. She slowly withdrew her fingers only to push them back in. She gasped. So good, but her body already ached for more. She wanted him.
She straightened, her vision still clouded with pleasure.
“Ahh…that will cost you, precious.” His gravely tone held a delicious and sinful promise she hoped he fulfilled.
Gabriel pushed up from his reclined position on the bed. With determination set in his features, he advanced on her.
His movements that of a predator. His muscles rippled with each step, his attention locked on her. Her eyes darted between the dangers of the molten fire of his eyes and the massive cock that bobbed against his abdomen.
Flutters of anticipation tickled the bottom of her stomach and worked up her chest. She withdrew her drenched fingers.
He took a final step, stopping just out of her reach. “Suck them clean, baby. Taste your sweet nectar and see why I can’t get enough of you on my tongue.”
Heat flushed her cheeks. She’d never actually done something so erotic as to taste her own juices. Hadn’t she wondered what they tasted like earlier? She cast her eyes downward at the thought. Could she do as he asked? Sure, she’d kissed him after he’d gone down on her, but she’d never taken a sip directly from the well, so to speak.
She looked up. His eyes darkened to a rich, golden brown, filled with something more than just lust and desire, challenging her to do as he commanded. “Let me help.” He stepped into her space and grasped her wrist in a firm but gentle hold.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he wrapped his warm lips around one finger then the next. The hot liquid of his mouth teasing her senses.
“Now it’s your turn, precious.” God, she hated pet names, but when he looked at her and uttered them with such gentleness…
Her heart melted.
With his fingers enclosed around her own, he guided them back to her opening.
Shockwaves rocked her core with the slightest brush of her fingers.
“Ahì, Dios.” She needed more. He pushed their joined fingers past her snug entrance and deeper into her cunt.
“Please, Gabriel.” She was so close.
“Not yet, precious. God, not yet.” His voice anchored her to the here and now, but all she wanted was to give into the lustful desires to come and fall over the edge.
“Soon,” he repeated, his voice pitched lower, tight with control.
He withdrew their fingers and brought them level with her mouth. “Drink.”
With hooded eyes, he watched as she leaned closer, easing her lips around a single digit of his while offering hers to him. He wasted no time in sucking her clean, his tongue doing a delicious wrap around her finger that made her think of how she wanted to wrap her tongue around another body part of his.
An ocean breeze broke past the half-closed curtain, cooling her overheated skin, but the tropical wind was a small relief from the fire that consumed her.
She’d been so enchanted by their foreplay she’d lost track of where they were. Waves crashed against the sand and echoed within their love nest.
Gabriel pulled her flush against him. Her more feminine body molded to his rock-hard body.
“You look beautiful in the moonlight, baby, but I love the way the strokes of sunlight kiss your smooth skin. You looked like a goddess in the golden light of
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