“You’re about to come, Gabrielle. Look at me. Stare into my eyes as you release yourself all over my fingers. I want to see you come. I want to hear you come. I want you to say my name as you give me what I want.”

“What do you want?” I asked with bated breath.

“I want you to come so I can taste you.” His voice soft but commanding as his fingers played with me.

The ache that I’d felt between my legs every time I was near him was finally getting fulfilled. I was at my peak as I yelled his name and my body shook with intense pleasure as I released myself, giving him what he craved.

“That’s my girl.” He pulled his fingers out and went down on me, first lifting up my skirt and ripping off my panties. His tongue slid up and down my clit and around my wet folds, causing me to squirm at the lingering pulsating sensations. “You taste so good. So perfect, Gabrielle.”

When he finished, he brought his lips to mine and commanded that I lick them.

“Taste what I taste. Taste the pleasure I gave you.”

I did as he asked and, after a moment of feral kissing, he got up from the bed and smiled. “Go clean yourself up and we’ll go get some lunch.”

I lay there, exposed, as my skirt was still pushed all the way up to my stomach and my soaked panties were lying next to me. I was unable to move from what he had just done to me. He walked out of the room and into the other bathroom across the suite. I got up from the bed, cleaned myself up, and put on a new pair of panties. As I walked over to the closed door to the bathroom, I could hear the muted sounds of his moans. He was masturbating. But why? Why didn’t he let me take care of him? A thousand reasons were going through my mind. Maybe he felt I wouldn’t be able to pleasure him. Maybe when I told him how inexperienced I was, it made him think twice. I didn’t know, but I was upset. Just another blow to my self-esteem. I bent down on the floor and unzipped my suitcase that was still sitting in the middle of the room. As I took out another skirt, tank top, and a pair of panties, I heard the bathroom door open.

“What are you doing?” Simon asked as he walked over to me.

After closing my suitcase, I stood up and turned to face him. “I’m changing clothes.”

He smiled as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, holding my head firmly against his chest and softly stroking my hair.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine,” I replied.