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With a gentle pull, she helps me out of my shirt, her hands lingering on my chest for a moment before drifting down to the waistband of my sweats, her touch both confident and shy.
Her fingers are working their magic, sliding my sweats down with the kind of deliberate slowness that borders on torture but is oh-so addictive.
Soon enough, they pool around my ankles, and I step out, standing there stark naked.
The cool air of the room hits my skin, but all I can feel is the warmth radiating from where Gabi's fingers touch. My cock stands at full attention, pointing due north, eager and ready.
“Get on the bed,” I say, my voice huskier than usual. Gabi climbs onto the sheets, settling on her knees, and I can't help but chuckle.
“Remember that pink dildo I found in New York?” The words spill out with a teasing grin. “Who knew I’d be so jealous of a piece of silicone?”
Gabi lets out a laugh, glancing back at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “Well,” she teases right back, “I've got the real thing right here. Silicone doesn’t stand a chance.”
I step up behind her, my hands gliding over her smooth skin, positioning myself, feeling every inch of tension and anticipation coil between us.
“True,” I murmur, leaning in, positioning myself at her entrance. “I'll make sure the real thing is infinitely better."
With one smooth thrust, I slide into her, and it's like a rush of heat that fills both of us instantly.
Gabi lets out a moan that sends heat right to my groin. Letting out a low groan in response, my hands instinctively grip her hips, giving me the leverage I need to delve deeper.
The rhythm we find is instinctual—primal.
Each movement is a dance of give and take, a symphony of gasps, moans, and whispered names.
Gabi's skin is warm under my hands, my touch trailing up her back, memorizing every curve and dip. The look she gives me over her shoulder is enough to drive me wild—eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open in pleasure and anticipation.
“Faster,” she pants, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
The pace quickens, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with the soft hum of the air conditioner and our increasingly ragged breaths.
In this moment, all that matters is the connection between us, the electric current that seems to spark with every thrust, every whispered word.
It’s blissfully chaotic. Wonderfully intense. Deliciously agonizing.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“God, you're so perfect,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire. “Every part of you drives me wild.” I thrust deeper, feeling her tighten around me, and it’s like a jolt of electricity zipping up my spine. “You feel so good, Gabi. So fucking good,” I groan, my grip on her hips tightening.
Her breaths are coming quicker now, little gasps and whimpers that fuel the fire in my veins.
“Do you know what you do to me?” I murmur into her ear, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin. “Every time I see you, it’s like I have to have you. You’re mine, Gabi. Always.”
Her moans escalate, her back arching in response to my words.
I can tell she’s close, and I’m determined to push her over the edge. My wrist might be fractured, but I thank the heavens that my fingers still work.
Slipping a hand between her legs, I find her clit, circling it with my fingers.
“Come for me, baby. Let go. I want to feel you come around me,” I whisper, each word punctuated by a thrust, my body moving in perfect sync with hers.
The intensity is overwhelming, and I know I’m not going to last much longer either.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I grunt, feeling her walls clench around me, telling me she’s on the brink. The sight of her coming undone beneath me is almost too much to bear.
“Come for me, Gabi," I demand. "Now.”
The last word is a roar, and she shatters around me. Gabi's moans fill the room as her orgasm rips through her.
