“Do you love when I do this? Do you love when I suck your clit into my mouth?” He taps my clit lightly with his tongue before pressing a loud kiss to the slick flesh. “Because I love when you come. I love your taste. Your scent. I love putting my mouth…” he drags a finger through my slit, “here.”

“Yes yes yes,” I chant. “I love it. I love when you put your cock there too,” I whisper as I pull him up so that we’re face to face. I wrap my legs around him and lock my ankles behind him, pushing his hard cock inside of me. I can feel every ridge of his dick as he slides into me agonizingly slow. “Fuck. How are you so fucking good at…everything?” I chuckle. “Seriously, I used to think there was nothing you couldn’t do,” I whisper. He stares down at me, stroking my cheeks before he presses his lips to mine. “Still think that.”

“You’ve always loved me so much, Gab. What did I do to deserve you? To deserve this—the thing I’ve wanted for so long even though it’s so fucking wrong. Even though people will condemn me or us for it.” He plants a slow kiss on my lips, sliding his tongue between my lips to dance with mine. You know I’ll protect you right, Gabrielle? I’ll protect you from anyone or anything that tries to fuck with you, ever.” He pulls out and slides back in harder, swirling his hips in a circle, going deeper with each stroke. “I’ll never let anything tear us apart.”

“Promise?”

His hand reaches up to grab my jaw and he squeezes hard. “You haven’t been paying attention if you think I don’t mean that with everything I am.” His eyes bore into mine and I can feel the intensity radiating from them all the while he’s inside me and the combination of the two takes my breath away. I’m about to respond when the sound of his phone interrupts us. It’s nearing almost two in the morning, so I have no idea who’d be calling this late. I turn my head towards the sound when his hand finds my face again, turning me back to look at him. “Ignore it.”

I nod, and he presses his lips back to mine as he continues to move in and out of me. The ringing stops only to start up again and I pull away from his lips. “Okay, baby, it might be important.”

“It’s not, trust me.”

“Why? Who is it?”

“I have a guess and it’s not something I want to talk about while I’m balls deep inside the love of my life; can we just ignore it so I can make you come?”

Realization dawns on me when I figure it’s another woman. Wanting to come over.