Rachel was lying stretched out on the cool cotton sheets of her bed. Both she and Gabe were fresh from the shower and smelling of the vanilla-scented shower gel she used. Gabe was kneeling between her outspread thighs, hands pressing her hips into the mattress. He moved his mouth over the insides of her thighs with light butterfly kisses while his big hands stroked over her cunt.
"So beautiful," his whispered. "So gorgeous. I dream about your p***y all the time, Rachel. How it looks. How it tastes. How it feels when it grips my c**k like a hot, wet fist."
A tiny thrilled raced through her body. He actually thought about her when they were apart. How many times she'd wondered about that. If she could ever get her brain working again, maybe tonight she would have the courage to insist he t
