Gabe wasn’t doing that, not now. He might not be sharing with words, but he was demonstrating with feelings now.

There was no guard up. There was nothing but pure, raw need.

He dispensed with her bra next, setting her back on the ground for a moment while he helped her shed her jeans and underwear, before setting her back up on the desk.

The wood was cold against her ass, and it felt pretty weird to be sitting naked on a piece of furniture like that, but any sense of strangeness was quickly taken from her as he returned to her, kissing her, her bare breasts brushing against his fully clothed chest. The denim of his jeans was rough against her tender skin, but she didn’t mind.

He undid the buckle on his belt, unsnapped his jeans and drew the zipper down, and she pushed the fabric out of the way, exposing him to her hungry gaze.

She wrapped her fingers around him, squeezing him tightly.

His body had become more familiar to her over the past week and a half of being his lover. But there was still something she hadn’t tried yet that she really wanted to.

But she had a sense that this was the right time. That this was what he needed.

She wanted to... The way he had come to her, with those walls down, she wanted to give back to him in that same way. They’d been naked together, but she was always protecting pieces of herself. Not wanting to get things wrong or look inexperienced. And that was what had held her back from this. But it wasn’t about her right now. She shifted, sliding gingerly from the desk and onto the wooden floor, totally naked, while he remained clothed, with only his erection exposed. She leaned in, sliding her tongue over his length before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. He groaned, moving his hand to her ponytail and wrapping his fist around it, holding on to her tightly as she moved forward, experimenting with just the right way to tease him with her tongue and slide of her lips.

He didn’t protest, ever. His hold on her was firm, and he directed her, with her hair, and with his hand held around the base of himself, guiding her in how to please him.

And pretty soon, she forgot that there was anything to it other than want.

Other than giving.

Her own heart was hammering hard, an echoing pulse between her legs as she allowed herself to be consumed with the experience of pleasuring him.

His scent, his taste. And pretty soon, he was shaking, his hold on her no longer so firm, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

“Not like that,” he said, wrenching her away from him and lifting her back up to the desk. “I have to have you.”

He reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet, pulling out a condom and chucking the billfold on his desk before tearing the packet open and protecting them both. He hooked her legs up over his hips and slammed himself inside her.