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He groaned. "Say it again."
"I want you," I repeated, the words coming out as a breathy moan.
Gabe moved his hand up my thigh, pushing the fabric of my dress ever higher until he cupped my mound. His thumb brushed my clit as he dipped into my knickers and slipped two fingers inside me, slick and wet and tight.
"Fuck, Tabatha," he said, his voice gruff as he pushed himself up against me, his hips grinding into mine.
He cursed against my nipple before releasing it with an audible pop. Gently, he stroked over my slit with sure fingers as he kissed his way back up my chest and then my neck. He kissed along my jaw line before taking my lips again.
"You are so bloody wet," he whispered.
And then his fingers met my clit again. Sparks of pleasure ricocheted through my body, his touch unleashing a blast of heat that rolled over me in waves. He moved his thumb in little circles as I writhed and shuddered in his arms.
I couldn't help but to arch my hips into him, pushing against his hand. One finger forged deeper, grazing and flicking against my clit then sliding inside... I bit my lip as I let out a low moan, rocked by the pleasure that was radiating through me.
"Tell me what you want, Tabatha."
I gasped, my brain foggy from anticipation. "For you to make me come," I whispered.
"Oh, butterfly, I think we can manage that." His fingertips drew circles around my clitoris, each touch sending sparks shooting through my body until I was arching my back in pleasure and my head was spinning. His thumb pressed down hard on my clit, stroking me in the right way until I was grunting and gripping his head for dear life.
"That's it, baby," he whispered as he continued to stroke me with his fingers.
He licked and sucked on my neck as he increased his tempo, his other hand joining in by lightly caressing my back. Every touch felt more intense than before, as if he was torturing me with pleasure.
"Yes," I whispered, my breathing coming in short, shallow bursts. "Gabe, please, don't stop."
His tongue skillfully explored every inch of my mouth as he gently pushed two fingers inside me, driving me wild with need.
His mouth moved to my neck, sending shudders throughout my body, and as he sucked hungrily at the soft spot beneath my ear, a wave of pleasure crashed over me and I gasped breathlessly.
His finger explored the soft folds of my lips, massaging and circling my clit until I thought I'd lose my mind from pleasure. The pressure in me built with every stroke of his hands and every whisper of his name.
He brushed his thumb against my clit in circles, sending sparks down my spine, then moved his hand to dip inside me again. His fingers sent tiny vibrations through my core.
The rhythm of our breathing maddened in its fierceness as I rocked my hips into him, begging for more. "More," I pleaded in desperation.
He complied, pushing deeper, harder with each thrust. His tongue danced around my nipples as he worked them into peaks, and his teeth grazed over my skin, sending straight heat rushing through me. He licked his lips as his fingers resumed tracing little circles around my aching clit. His thumb traced my soft flesh, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped me.
"You like this, don't you," he said, pushing his fingers deeper inside me, deeper into the warmth of my pussy.
"Yes," I whispered, my head falling back in pleasure as his fingers moved in and out of me faster and faster.
My hips rocked with every thrust, waves of pleasure engulfing my whole body as I neared the edge. Gabe pushed me over into an orgasm so intense I thought I'd never find my way back.
"Jesus, Tabatha," Gabe murmured against my neck as he held me close, like I was made of the finest glass. I felt him swell and pulse against my thigh, his cock hardening with every breath we took.
"I need more," he whispered. "This will never be enough.""
"Gabe, please," I pleaded as I waited in his arms.
"I know, baby. I know. Come for me again, butterfly," he commanded, his lips grazing against mine as he spoke.
The resulting wave of pleasure ripped through me, my body trembling and shaking as Gabe kept going, pushing me over the edge again and again.
Gabe's fingers moved faster, his thrusts stronger, as if he was trying to reach the depths of me with every stroke. With each touch, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the exquisite pleasure that was just out of reach.
Finally, I gasped out my final climax and Gabe wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, both of us gasping for air.
