TRY ME IX
1758 Words
“I’ll show you. Just . . . if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come and then I’ll probably fall asleep afterward.”
She stared up at him in disbelief. “I’ve never known a guy to turn down o******x before.”
“At least let me reciprocate.”
He wrapped both arms around her, pressing her bare breasts firmly into his chest. The piercing in his n****e rubbed against her areola, and she thought she’d explode with lust. That forbidden piece of jewelry made her feel so naughty. So reckless. He made her feel that way. She loved all the unconventional things about him. She was starting to see why Nikki was so attracted to bad boys.
Belly-to-belly, Gabe walked her backward into the large open living area of the suite. When she turned her head to take in the lushly decorated room, he paused. She looked up at him in question and he caught her mouth in a deep kiss. Melanie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him in return, making no protest when he pushed her jeans down over her hips. He grabbed her ass in both large hands and pressed her more securely against him, his thick c**k prodding her in the belly.
He started moving her backward again. This time he didn’t stop until her legs came in contact with the bed. He eased her down onto the mattress, still kissing her. When he had her where he wanted her, he lifted his weight onto his hands, tugged his mouth free of her eager lips, and stared down at her.
“Your pants are in my way,” he murmured.
She tried to struggle out of them—they were in her way as well—but their bellies were plastered together and he had her jeans trapped against the edge of the bed with his lower body.
“Don’t rush,” he said. “I want to look at you first.”
He shifted away and climbed to his feet, leaving her alone and disoriented with her legs dangling off the bed. He grabbed her jeans and pulled them off in one tug. He left her panties and her high-heeled sandals in place. She squirmed toward the middle of the bed, using her elbows and heels to propel herself across the mattress. He seized one ankle just above the strap of her shoe, and she stopped.
“Show me how you like it,” he said.
“What?”
“I couldn’t tell if you like it gentle or rough, so show me.”
“How am I supposed to show you?”
“Touch your breasts.”
“Gabe, I’d like anythi—”
The look he gave her threatened to melt her panties right off her body. “Show me, Mel.”
She flopped onto her back and grabbed her breasts in both hands. Wasn’t the entire purpose of having a partner to get her off so she didn’t have to do it herself? She plucked at her n*****s until they were sufficiently hard and then dropped her hands.
“Satisfied?”
He chuckled. “Not even. Take off your panties.”
“Gabe . . . ”
“Take them off.”
She huffed and reached for her panties, jerking them off over her butt.
“Not like that.” He leaned across the bed and covered her hands with his to slow her motions into a leisurely, deliberate tease. “Look at me while you slip them off,” he said. “So I can’t decide if I want to stare into your eyes or catch my first glimpse of your swollen p***y. Is it wet?”
“Dripping.”
His gaze shifted down her body and he shuddered, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as if he was restraining it from seeking the heated flesh between her thighs.
How decidedly delicious that Gabe was telling her what he liked, telling her in the same way he’d asked her to tell him. She’d never been with a man who gave instructions, and she’d never bluntly told a lover exactly what she wanted from him in bed, but maybe with Gabe it wouldn’t be awkward. Maybe for once she wouldn’t have to fake her o****m.
“I understand,” she whispered. “I’ll follow your instructions.”
Their eyes met, and she tried to hold his gaze as she slowly worked her panties down her legs. He glanced down to check her progress and took a stuttering breath before returning his gaze to her eyes.
“That’s sexy,” he whispered. “I want to look at your body, but denying myself makes me want you more.”
She tugged her panties past her knees and wriggled to open her thighs, to bathe her heated flesh in the cool room air.
He inhaled deeply and then grabbed his thick c**k in one hand. “f**k,” he said breathlessly, “your scent is driving me insane.” He stroked his length slowly from base to tip. “Tell me what you like, baby. I want to please you.”
Melanie closed her eyes. It made it easier to talk to him. “I liked it when you were gentle with one breast and rough with the other. It made me hot. Can you do it both ways at the same time?”
She cracked an eyelid open to see if he’d been paying attention. His gorgeous smile made an appearance.
“What else makes you hot?”
You asking what makes me hot makes me hot.
She slowly slipped her panties off one foot and spread her legs wide. Trembling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, she held herself open with one hand and traced the inner folds of her p***y with two fingers of her other hand. He watched her motion with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his breathing harsh and raged.
“I like a man to stroke my lips until I’m dripping wet and I feel I’m going to die if he doesn’t f**k me soon. Even if I’m begging for him, he just keeps teasing and teasing until I don’t think he’ll ever give me what I want. Then he slips a finger inside me.” She traced her opening with her fingertip. Dipped the tip of her finger inside. Her p***y clenched, trying to draw it deeper within. “He keeps it buried deep while he strokes my clit.” She slowly drew her finger to her c**t and then rubbed it in circles. Pulsations of pleasure radiated from her core, begging for a more rigorous touch. Faster strokes. She denied herself the relief of a quick o****m, keeping her motions deliberately slow and gentle. The mesmerized way Gabe watched her motions, while matching her pace as he stroked his length, spiked her lust into the stratosphere. She’d never been more turned on in her life and he’d scarcely touched her.
She didn’t know what excited her more: her fingers on herself or Gabe watching her as if hypnotized. But she was lying about what a man did to make her hot. That’s how she got herself off; she’d never had a man figure it out. But telling him. Showing him. There was no way he could get it wrong.
“Then,” she said, her voice low and husky, “when I start coming and my p***y is clenching, he pounds two fingers into me over and over again, as hard as he can. Driving me higher and higher.”
“I can smell how turned on you are, baby,” Gabe said. “I want to taste you. What do you want me to do with my tongue?”
She never expected to like this openness in the bedroom. She’d imagined it would be embarrassing. It wasn’t as hard to tell him what she enjoyed as she thought it would be. And showing him? It just made her even hotter.
“I want your tongue firm and writhing against my c**t until my juices are dripping down my ass, and then I want you to lap up the hot mess you created.” She captured her juices on the tips of her fingers and brought them to her mouth. “I want to taste myself on your lips when you kiss me afterwards.” She licked the c*m off her fingers. “Mmm. Dirty.”
He dove onto the bed with her, catching her thighs on his shoulders as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue brushed against her c**t, and she cried out. Talking was sexy, but doing it was so much better. He rubbed his tongue against her c**t and shifted so he could trace her inner folds with two fingers the way she’d showed him.
“Oh yes, Gabe.” she gasped. He pleasured her so much better than she pleasured herself. His lips latched onto her c**t and he sucked. “I love that,” she said. “No one’s ever done that . . . Oh God! Wait. I think . . . ”
He released her c**t, leaving her o****m just out of reach. “Don’t come yet,” he said. “You just told me you like to be teased.”
“Maybe I’m multi-orgasmic.”
“Are you?” His tongue brushed her c**t, and he continued to trace her aching opening with two fingers.
“I don’t know. No guy has ever made me come before.”
His eyes widened. “Never?”
“Not unless I help him out by touching myself.”
“You’re kidding.”
She shook her head. “I wish I were. I usually just fake it.” Why had she told him that? Her face heated with embarrassment.
“Don’t fake it with me, Mel. If what I’m doing isn’t working for you, tell me.”
“It’s working for me. That sucking thing really worked for me.” She hoped he took her hint without making her beg him to suck her c**t again.
“Do you like a finger in your ass when you come?” he asked before his tongue flicked her c**t again. Her entire body jerked in response.
“I don’t think so.”
“Have you ever tried it?”
“Well, no, but . . . ”
“I’ll do it. You tell me if you like it or not.”
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