In the morning, everything was not fine. Desiree's mouth felt like she'd swallowed a handful of cotton balls, her eyes felt like they were expanding in her head, her shoulders were sore, and she could feel the start of a dull ache in her sex.
She rolled over and gazed at Gabriel as he slept. He had a cut under his eye and a fist sized bruise on his ribs. Despite the aching between her legs, she felt herself getting aroused just looking at him. It seemed ludicrous that she had slept with him -- twice.
Not wanting to wake him, Desiree removed the sheet covering his groin. She licked her lips in anticipation of what she was about to do. Moving quietly she grabbed his semi-erect cock and lifted it off his stomach. As if her touch made it come to life, it doubled in size. She felt its weight in her hand and played with the skin stretching over the head. She watched, enthralled as it began to twitch on its own.
Making an 'O' with her thumb and forefinger she squeezed and began to move her hand slowly up and down its length. In his sleep hushed moans were escaping his dreams. Desiree smiled. It seemed almost sinful the amount of power she could display over a man undoubtedly twice her size.
She climbed between his legs being careful not to wake him. She blew her hot breath on his swollen purple head. Her mouth watered at the thought of taking him deep in her mouth. He'd tasted her twice, and she had yet to sample his flavor.
Slowly she lowered her head to his cock. She snaked her tongue out of her mouth and tasted the head. Engulfing the entire head and sucking it like a lollipop she could faintly taste herself on him. She moaned deep in her throat as Gabriel's eyes flew open.
"Oh fuck," was all he could manage.
Desiree smiled around his cock and tried to take him deeper. She'd never had a cock in her mouth, but she'd read and heard enough from friends to know the moaning he was doing was a good thing. She took him as deep as she could without choking and used one hand to massage his balls.
"Oh yea, suck my cock." She could feel him grabbing onto her head as he fucked her mouth, thrusting his hips towards his face. Surprising for Desiree, her pussy was dripping too.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum Dessie," he shouted. Desiree increased the suction and began to pump harder. She couldn't wait for him to spew his hot cum against the back of her throat.
"Ungh," was the only intelligible sound coming from him as Desiree felt the cum rising from his balls.
"Fuckin swallow it Desiree! Swallow it all!" he shouted as he pumped rope after rope of cum down her throat. Desiree was surprised it didn't taste all that bad.
Gabriel's head fell against the pillow as Desiree continued to suck him. She sat up and smiled as she watched his chest heave.
"This whole smiling thing after sex isn't gonna work," he said.
"Works for me," she shrugged smiling.
"How bout I wipe that smile off your face," Gabriel taunted as he grabbed her and pulled her beneath him.
"No don't, I'm sore."
"No one said anything about fucking your pussy, little one."
"Oh no," she said wiggling beneath him. "You're not putting that monster in my ass."
"Maybe not today..." he said smiling. He leaned down and kissed her cheeks then moved to chew on her bottom lip.
She'd already been on edge when she sucked him off, so when he clamped on a hard nipple, and eased three fingers into her wet channel, she came almost immediately.
Gabriel kissed her glowing face and looked into her eyes. Six months ago, who would have imagined he'd be fucking Desiree and liking it?
"What now?"
"Now we get dressed and eat," he said rolling off her.
"But you ripped my underwear," Desire said an annoyed tone.
"You don't need them anyway."
~*~*~
They took turns showering and dressing, Desiree without underwear. When Desiree emerged from the bathroom, she caught sight of Gabriel standing over the kitchen sink munching on a piece of toast and smiled. As if sensing her gaze, he turned and returned her friendly smile.
"That shirt looks good on you." Desiree beamed. She hoped he wouldn't mind her taking one of his shirts.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she said as she neared him. Gabriel was standing in front of the sink freshly scrubbed in his favorite pair of jeans. His hair was still wet and standing on end, and he hadn't bothered to shave, and his stubble was alarmingly sexy. She stepped closer and breathed in his scent, and she was sure her knees buckled. She didn't know a smell could have this effect on a person.
He pushed the last of the toast in his mouth and brushed the crumbs off his chest. He stood looking at Desiree as if he wanted to say something but the sound of his cell phone chirping interrupted him. He looked at the display, and with a heavy sigh he answered the phone and walked into the living room.
Left standing in the kitchen, Desiree wasn't sure what to do. She grabbed a piece of bread out of the bag, balled it up and popped it into her mouth. She heard him say goodbye and hang up the phone.
"So..." she said as she entered the living room. "I don't have my truck -- "
"So you wanna go home?" he asked without looking up from the box he was rifling through.
"I didn't say that, I just wanna know what's on the agenda for today."
