Diavolo Ch 05 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 05

... strolling in had him snapping to attention, worrying thoughts shoved to the back of his mind. She wore a dark blue maxi dress with a little white crocheted vest over it. Her feet peeped out from beneath the long hem of the dress in little silver strappy sandals. He smiled when he saw the familiar knot at the back of her neck, thinking how much fun it was going to be to unravel her gorgeous hair out of its tight restrictive bun by the end of the night. “Baby,” he growled, “come here.” Abigail walked up to the side of the bed, her big blue eyes blinking rapidly, something she did when she was nervous. Gabriel grinned, liking that he affected her enough to put her on edge. He sat upright in his bed and leaned over as his hand cupped the back of her skull, drawing her forward. Her eyes widened and he heard her sharp intake of breath. The pulse of her throat fluttered wildly and a beautiful rose flush bled up from her breasts to her hairline. Gabriel angled his mouth over hers. Sweeping his lips over the dulcet softness of Abigail’s plump lips. Her lashes fluttered closed and she sighed, mouth opening slightly in invitation. He closed his eyes too, and nipped at her lower lips. Blood flooded his groin when he felt her tongue touch his top lip shyly. He sucked in her upper lip and bit it gently before sweeping his tongue into her mouth to stroke her palate and tongue lazily. After kissing her senseless for a little more than a full minute, he released her. Her cheeks were reddened ...

... from his beard and lips swollen from his kiss. A more beautiful sight he’d never seen. Her bun was halfway undone. This time she’d stuck too many pins in it. No matter. He pulled her back in to taste the alluring expanse of her throat. She tasted divine. He ran his tongue after nipping her shoulder up the side of her graceful neck to bite her earlobe. She shivered against him, her hands braced against his chest. When he felt her wince and try to break free, he released her reluctantly. She was panting, her pupils wide, eyelids at half mast. He’d be willing to bet she was wet as fuck between her creamy thighs. His cock jerked, tenting the sheet. She noticed and gasped with a squeak. He shrugged and gave her an apologetic pout. “Haven’t had sex in a long while, baby. Can’t control that reaction, but you know it’s not like I can actually perform right now.” He gestured to his leg and then grinned at her, “unless, of course, if you mount me.” Abigail scowled at him and he chuckled. “Don’t get mad, baby. I’m sorry I’m being such sleaze bag, but I’m going a little stir crazy locked up in here, bored out of my mind.” “Well I don’t enjoy being your entertainment, Mr. Raven.” He caressed her cheek, smile fading. “Baby, you’re so much more than entertainment, I swear.” He patted the bed. “Come here. Sit here. Let’s talk.” She looked unsure, but he tugged gently on her hand until she complied. “When you were still seeing Daniel, what plans did you have for yourself? Were you just going ...