Parts 37-39

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When their kiss broke, she said to Gabriel “Good luck dealing with that, Sir.”

She sighed, composed herself and then she just walked away…

As she walked away, swinging her hips and somehow managing to make her butt jiggle, at least I think she was doing it on purpose.
She only turned back to make playfully defiant eye contact… the cheeky, jiggly bitch.

Gabriel just looked at me smiling, I am sure I was visibly still in shock.
He said, “Red, are you OK?” I just asked “Did that just happen? Did she do that on purpose? To make me jealous?”
He replied “She can be a bit of a handful at times... But how are you doing?” I said “Jealous, but not as bad as I would think.”

There was a part of me that thought that I should be more upset than I was, but I just wasn’t. Why?
Was it the moments we had?
Was it the shock?
Was it because she admitted that she was jealous too?
Was it because if I were in her shoes, I would do the exact same thing?

And then there was the part where she wished Gabriel good luck dealing with “THAT” … that insolent, jiggly bitch! She will pay for this.

Gabriel broke my moment and said “Red, are you sure you’re alright? It is ok if you’re not, we can work through it” and I replied “Sir, I am surprisingly well! I don’t know why, but I am good, I promise.”
He just looked at me, squinting his eyes with disbelief.
I guess given our previous experiences with jealousy, he was expecting me to react differently, and I couldn’t blame him. Even I didn’t believe that the only thing that was in my mind was getting even with Christina.

He said, “Ok beautiful, I am believing in your promise that you’re doing well, but you do understand that It is a bit unlike you to not get upset at times like this, right?” I replied, “Yes I do, I am shocked myself, but I am feeling fine.”
He said, “Ok beautiful, I am just making sure you’re OK.”
I considered letting him know that I was feeling a bit competitive with Chrissie, but I figured I would deal with her jiggly ass on my own… she will feel my wrath.

I simply said, “Sir, I am fine, I promise. But I do have a question.” and he replied, “What’s your question, beautiful?”
I said “It seems like every time we’re together, we have these heavy, emotional conversations and moments. I am not complaining, I like it… I am just curious if this is how it always will be?”
He smiled and said, “That’s my girl, I love how your brain works.” I loved getting his approval, I don’t know why, but I did.

He continued, “To answer your question: No, that’s not how it always will be, or even how it always is.
What happens is that, as I explained to you in the beginning, we’re getting the difficult parts out of the way now, so we don’t have to deal with them later on.
We’re paving the way for a more open, fun, loving environment in the future.
The more we deal with tough, uncomfortable issues, the more room we’re making for truly enjoying ourselves.

For example: If today is any indication, in the very near future, jealousy will be something we’ll look back on as a past and challenging stage in our relationship, because we faced it head-on.”

I just listened and nodded in agreement; I mean, he was right, a beautiful woman just fucking kissed MY BOYFRIEND in front of me and I sat there, hatching up a plan to get even with her. Prior to all of this, I would’ve felt defeated, angry and ran to my room to hide under the covers, swearing off men and probably making a Facebook post about how all men are pieces of shit.

Then I remembered, I wanted to talk about his jealousy, or insecurity, when he talked about Chrissie’s date and referred to him as “Monogamous Dude”.
The question was, should I bring it up?
Sure as fuck I should bring it up! They called me out on my shit, I should be able to do the same!

I said, “Gabriel, can I ask you a personal question?”
He just looked while drinking his tea and said “Of course you can.”
I explained that when we talked about Chrissie's date, he had a reaction and gave the guy a nickname.
I explained that being that I had experience with jealousy, I could tell.

He took a deep breath, and I just sat there, waiting to see what he was going to say.
He said, “I understand what you mean and how you got to that conclusion – great observation, by the way… I love your brain! – anyway, but what you saw is not jealousy, it is territorialism.”
I laughed and sarcastically said “Territorialism??? Oh please! That’s the same thing!”

He sat there quietly, letting me finish getting my laughter out of the way and asked, “Are you done laughing?”
I, still kind of laughing, said “Yes sir, I am done.”

He took his customary breath and explained, “No, it’s not the same thing. Jealousy comes from insecurity and fear. It’s feeling threatened by someone else’s presence, or wanting to control the situation, like saying, ‘If she is with him, she can’t have me.’

Territorialism is about care, protection, and yes, a sense of ownership—but not in a controlling way.
It’s about protecting what’s important to me, making sure it’s respected.
It’s more like saying, ‘I value what we have, and I’m committed to protecting it.’”

I stared at him, trying to process what he was saying.
He added, “Think of it like this: If you plant an apple tree, you care for it, you water it and make sure it has everything it needs to flourish.
You don’t mind someone looking at it, you might even offer them an apple or two, but you will protect it by making sure they don’t harm the tree.
You’re ensuring that what you’ve created remains intact and respected.”

I nodded slowly, beginning to understand. “So, you’re not trying to stop Chrissie from seeing other people, you just want to make sure it doesn’t mess with what you two have?”

“Exactly,” he said. “I want her to be happy and fulfilled, even if that means it’s not with me—or with us, rather. But I’m also invested in what we’ve built.
I’m not trying to be in his place; I’m making sure that whatever she does respects the boundaries and values we’ve set.”

I nodded, feeling the clarity settle in. “Okay, I think I understand now. It’s not about fear, it’s about protecting and supporting.”

He said, “Exactly, it’s just like I told you when we first met:

You are mine—to love, protect, guide, and use as I see fit.

It’s the same with Chrissie.
And just like with her, I understand there may come a time when you’ll want to pursue needs that I can’t or won’t fulfill.

My needs, desires or insecurities should not, and WILL NOT, limit your human experience, or your happiness for that matter.”

Shit! That was profound and admirable. I mean, it’s one thing to say it, but an entirely different thing to actually live it.

How could he not feel cheated? Abandoned even?

I wondered what needs I could have that he wouldn’t be able or willing to fulfill. I mean, up until now, he’s been more than accommodating to my bullshit—dealing with my insecurity, my jealousy, and my request to wait until I was ready to jump into bed with him.

Speaking of needs, if I’m being honest, all this sounded great and I was enjoying every minute of it, but I was still plotting how to get back at Chrissie’s jiggly ass. Her deeds could not go unnoticed or unpunished… I NEEDED to do something. She’s going to learn—there’s a new sheriff in town.

I’VE GOT IT!
I had a brilliant idea… I had no clue how I was going to pull it off, but at least I had an idea.

I looked at Gabriel and said, “Oh yeah! I never finished telling you about my mom—she sent you a message.”
He looked at me, intrigued, and with half a smirk asked, “Is that right? What did she say?”

I felt a surge of shyness but pushed through it.
Focusing on a random spot on the table, I managed to say, “She said that if you want to make out with her daughter, you should do it in the backseat, not at her front door... like civilized people.”
My palms were sweaty, my heart racing—it was terrifyingly exhilarating!
The excitement made me start to feel a little warm and moist, if you know what I mean.

Gabriel grinned from ear to ear, and I could tell he enjoyed the moment.
He went on to say “Red, you do know you can say those things to me without getting nervous, right?”

Wait a fucking minute, focus on the message, not the messenger!
The important part here is not my shyness, it is the backseat!

I blushed and he said “Red, you’re so delightfully shy and adorable.”

No! Wait! Backseat, think backseat!
Dude, read the room!

Sigh… I guess not.

I just said, “I thought it was funny, so I wanted to share it with you.”
Then he looked in my eyes and said, “Make sure you let her know I said that soon, I will be making out... with you... naked... on my bed.”
FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!
So much to process!!! I started trying to hint at having a make out session in the backseat, but now I am sitting there trying to not focus on the thought of being on his bed, naked and making out.
Way to knock me out of my mission... well played, sir, well played.

I had to look down while I blushed and said “Sir, I am shyyyy!” and he started laughing. But I was not done yet, while still hiding my face, I said, “notice I said I am shy, but I didn't say 'no'.”
I could see he didn’t expect that one.
He simply smiled and said, “I am enjoying seeing you push yourself out of your shell… I am loving it so much.”
I smiled and coyly said “I told you I am a fast learner” and we both smiled, but Gabriel gave me that suggestive look I was growing familiar with, but still made me blush.

After a little while, Gabriel signaled the waiter to bring the check, took care of it and said, “Let’s get out of here beautiful, it is time to get going.”

Sigh… So much for a backseat of the car date.
This would be so much easier if I wasn’t so shy, I bet you Ms. Jiggly would probably just say “I want you to take me to the backseat and have your way with me.” And it would be done.

I was not defeated just yet though, I had to figure something out… the last word in tonight’s battle had not been said.

As we walked towards my car, Gabriel put out his arm for me to hold and it was still as magical as it was the first time. I loved being at his arm and just letting myself rest on him.
Eventually he noticed that I was particularly quiet and asked if I was alright, I responded that I was fine and that I was just thinking about tonight.

When we got to my car, Gabriel just looked in my eyes and said “Red, thank you so much for tonight. You were strong and brave.
I am so proud of you and more importantly, I am so grateful that you have decided to really put an effort into making this work, you are amazing, and you were fantastic tonight.”

His gaze and loving way of saying things to me made me feel so seen and that he understood that despite how good things were, it was still a lot of work for me.

I then said “You’re welcome, Sir. I am happy that you can have your cake and eat it too.”
We both laughed and he said, “The whole cake thing is not going away any time soon, is it?”
I simply said, “I don’t see that happening, but it is funny, you have to admit that much.” He took a deep breath and said “yeah, it is… I guess it is ok.”

He looked like he was about to wish me a good night and still no progress on the backseat thing… FUCK!!!
Think Red, THINK!!!

I lowered my eyes, so I was looking at his chest and said sheepishly “Sir, so do I tell my mom that we’re going go straight to making out on your bed? No backseat?” Gabriel let out an audible exhale, I knew he was smiling, I just did not want to look.
Then he said “Red, are you trying to tell me something?”

Shit! Shit! Shit! He is going to want me to say it, isn’t he? Fuck!

I said “well, I was hoping…” and he replied, “I will make you a deal, if you look into my into my eyes and tell me what you want, I will make it happen.”

FUCK!!! I knew he was going to do this!
I was still hyper focused on his chest; anyone looking would think his chest was the most interesting thing in the world.
I just whined a little “Sir, I am shyyyyy!!!” and he responded, “Do you want your shyness to define how tonight ends, or are YOU going to define it?”
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and thought about what he said… he was right.

C’mon Red, this is Gabriel we’re talking about… you can do it!

One last deep breath, I lifted my head, opened my eyes to meet his and there he was… the man that was making it his job to make me push past all my discomforts and boundaries. With my heart jumping out of my chest, I clenched my hands, knees wobbly and almost hyperventilating, I said “Sir, can we please go to the backseat?”

He silently processed what I had just asked of him and let my words just linger in the air.
Then a gentle and proud smile painted his face as he said “There she is, that’s my good girl. Thank you for pushing past your discomfort… and yes, I will take you to the backseat.”

I did it! I did it! I couldn’t believe I did it. I asked for it and he said yes!

I know this is not a lot for most people, but this was a lot for me. I felt relieved and proud of myself; I also felt so happy that I was able to push through it… not to mention his approval. There was a point while I was speaking that I felt like something enormous was coming out of me and speaking for me… and you can guess where it was coming out of.

He walked me to his car, opened his trunk and got a black banket-type-of-thing.
He took a minute to place it between the 2 front seats, moved both front seats forward, turned on the radio and instructed me to get in.
Holy shit! I was doing it!!!

When I got in, I noticed that the blanket blocked view from in between the 2 front seats, sort of a makeshift privacy screen… this was not his first rodeo!
I know I should’ve been turned off with his preparedness and him knowing exactly what to do, but I was not. I was glad one of us knew what to do.

Then he got in next to me and my heart was about to jump out of my chest.
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears not knowing what was about to happen…

The back seat was not as I imagined it—certainly nothing like my back seat. His seats were immaculately clean, the windows were darkly tinted, and it was so spacious! I could see why he moved the seats forward; this man thought of everything.
With the makeshift privacy screen, his dark windows, and the sultry music playing in the background… it felt cozy and private, like a private lounge that was only open for us.

The music was seductive, with a high-pitched singer singing some very sensual lyrics and soulful melodies. I can still hear the guy singing, “🎶Like a sweet note that lingers… from your toes to your fingers

Why do I not listen to this type of music?
Never mind, I’d end up playing with myself in the middle of traffic.

Side note: I actually started listening to the album while I was writing this part and wow! It took me back!
I might’ve had to take a few breaks while writing this to… recompose myself.

I sat there, anxiously waiting for what was coming. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I could not wait!

Gabriel was sitting on my left and moved in closer. I was entranced by the unequivocal pull of his presence as he placed his hand on my right leg and pulled it, instructing me to face him and straddle his legs. I happily obliged—he didn’t need to tell me twice—and I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, not even a “yes, Sir”, nothing.

I wish I could tell you that I graciously followed his direction, but I was too eager, and it became very apparent when my foot got stuck while trying to turn. Gabriel sat there, lovingly smiling while watching me fumble, but I finally got it right.

And then there I was, face to face with this man who had turned my whole world upside down in a very short amount of time.
His eyes, that gaze that drove me crazy and scared me, but at the same time I craved it and made me feel… Alive.

His hands were neatly placed on my waist, resting perfectly on my hips, as if my hips were made for him to rest his hands on.

His hands then moved up, slightly lifting my sweater and making contact with my skin, making me lightly gasp as I felt the warmth of his hands sending electric shocks up my back and down my legs.

Kiss me, Sir! I said in my head. What was he waiting for?

Yes, I was impatient for his kiss, but I was also lost in his eyes… the anticipation was driving me insane, but the intimacy of allowing him to see into the depths of my soul was incredibly intoxicating.

As he caressed my skin with his thumbs, his intense eye contact submerged me deeper into the moment. I understood… he wanted ME to kiss HIM… and he had no problem waiting for me to understand.

When I finally understood, I lost it and launched myself at his lips as if I had been parched for months and his lips were the only source of water in existence.

Finally, I was there, the place where I had been longing to be in since the last time I was there.

I felt myself engulfed in a delightful medley of his presence, his kiss, his hands on my skin, and his thumbs slowly caressing me… it was all sending all kinds of signals all over my body and I just wanted to push myself closer to him, into him, if I could.

I discerned a fruity taste in his kisses. It was sweet and delicious. It was also odd—he wasn’t chewing gum or candy, and neither was I.

And then it hit me, that jiggly bitch and her lip gloss!

No wonder she was so generous putting it on!

This bitch plays chess, not checkers, and she is going to learn! This meant war!

You would think I would’ve felt discouraged and even turned off by this, but I wasn’t. I felt it was my duty to get her taste off him, and if I had to suck it off his lips, so be it!

My kisses became more intense, deeper and hungrier, wetter even, trying to wash off any remnants of her presence on his lips. Gabriel responded in kind, matching my energy and desire as I was trying to suck her off his lips.

It felt a little hypocritical—he was devouring me with desire while I was trying to erase any trace of her—but it had to get done.

As the intensity increased, I felt Gabriel’s hand move quickly to my ass and use my own ass to pull me closer to him.
Our kisses became more and more intense with the added closeness. My hands held his face, caressing his beard. He firmly grabbed and caressed my butt while alternating with running his nails up and down my back—it was amazing.
Soon, I had almost forgotten that I was supposed to be on cleanup duty.

Then something happened inside me that I could not explain; the intensity of erasing Christina from his lips somehow transformed into excitement for kissing the same lips she had kissed not long before. The taste I had held in contempt moments before was now a source of pleasure and lust.

I don’t know if it was the taboo of it, or the sudden, unexpected closeness, or the fact that we are both crazy for the same man, but honestly, at that moment, I didn’t care. I craved her fruity taste, his kisses, his touch, and I couldn’t get enough of his nails trailing, exploring my back so abrasively, lovingly, and sensually.

This man was definitely aware of his nails and what he could do with them, no wonder they were always so meticulously cared for.

After a few moments, he was ready for more, I knew it because so was I… and I was happy to give him whatever he wanted… anything.

He broke the kiss, causing me to open my eyes, and there he was, looking at me, then sternly said, “Lift your sweater.”

So much authority—I had no choice but to obey and love it.

I broke eye contact to reach down for my sweater, but he stopped me, saying, “Don’t look away, look at me.
You are doing this for ME, and you should be fully present when you do it.
Now, look at me and present your beautiful breasts to me.”

HO-LEE-FUCK! If I misled you into thinking the previous order had authority, I lied.
This time, he meant business!

I obeyed and looked into his eyes while revealing myself to him. The intimacy of it all was intense and intimidating, but I loved it.

He said, “That’s my good girl, you are beautiful. Now, lift up your bra.”

I maintained eye contact while reaching back to undo my bra, and to my surprise, it was already undone!

When?
Ok, Gabriel the Magnificent!

I lifted it up and held it with my chin along with my sweater, my heart pounding, while never breaking eye contact. I felt overwhelmingly exposed and vulnerable, waiting for him to... I don’t know what—acknowledge, touch, or devour me whole. The anticipation was driving me insane.

He said, “That’s my good girl. Your breasts are more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined.”

Then he leaned in with his nose and started inhaling my scent, all over my chest, not missing an inch. His warm breath, along with the subtle and random brush of his beard, felt incredible against my skin.

Then his eyes went directly to my left nipple, and then he looked up, causing his chin to come in contact with it—it was amazing.

While making eye contact, with his beard poking little dots against my erect nipple, he said, “I am going to enjoy this. You stay up here; I will be right back.”

I couldn’t help but smile and whisper, “Yes, Sir.”

Then he went back to my left nipple and blew his warm breath on it, and I felt an immense desire to… I don’t know what, break free? It felt like I was a dam, and the walls were starting to crack, if that makes sense to you.

He lightly kissed my left nipple and then moved to the right one, blowing his breath on it and kissing it with the same tenderness as he did the other.

In that moment, I realized, even though I thought I knew my nipples, I did not know anything about my nipples.

He then licked it lightly, and I felt a surge of pleasure expand throughout my body. Then he did the same to the other nipple, with a similar effect, but more intense.

Both his hands were behind me, one stroking my back, alternating between nail-scratching and light caresses, creating a mixture of mild, delightful pain and warm pleasure. It was such a combination of two opposing sensations, but I wanted them both.

One second, I was bracing myself from the pain, and the next second, I was craving it.

His other hand was on my ass. One moment he was firmly caressing it, the next moment he was running his nails over it, then grabbing it firmly and with so much desire that I felt as though he wanted to rip my jeans off.

He then went for it; he started sucking my nipple, and I was in heaven. Each time his tongue brushed against it, it sent waves of warmth radiating from my chest, expanding throughout my body. Somehow, I could feel every little bit of texture from his tongue brushing against my nipple, each little vibration creating its own experience. It sent my head further back, while my hands—God knows what they were doing to his hair.

I don’t know how, when, or why, but my hips were grinding against him… well, I knew why, but how or when was a mystery.

It was as if my pussy had suddenly awakened and was trying to find her way home. She knew where home was, because she kept trying to rip through my jeans and his clothes and devour that warm, stiff thing in his pants that I felt pressing hard against me.

It was impossible for me to notice that his penis was leaning to the left, but my pussy knew it somehow because she led me to grind in the same direction.

It was amazing to me—I had never seen his dick, touched it, or even noticed the direction it was leaning, but my pussy knew… little slut.

As I was lost in my moment of bliss, Gabriel looked at me and instructed me to undo my jeans, and “FUCKING YES, SIR! LOOK, SIR, I DON’T NEED TO SEE, I WILL KEEP MY EYES ON YOU, SIR!”

I will confess, I was kind of expecting to find that my pants were already undone; the way he worked, I wouldn’t have been surprised… nevertheless, it got done!

Then he went back to his nipple feast, and I went back to arching my head back and grinding on him. With my jeans now undone, he had access to put his hand down my pants, and that he did. The touch of his warm hands against my cold ass felt amazing as he grabbed, caressed, and squeezed to his heart’s desire.

Apparently, I too am a back seat floozie… who knew? Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I guess.

While his mouth was performing miraculous wonders, his left hand made its way to my breast and started caressing my nipple… there’s that thumb! I’ve missed you!

His firm hold on my breast felt incredible, but his thumb had this thing that drove me crazy. I could feel each ridge on his fingerprint causing the tiniest, most delightful vibrations that sent little lightning bolts right through from the tip of my nipple to the center of my belly. I loved it!

While all this was happening, his right hand was busy treating my ass as its own personal amusement park! Squeezing here, caressing there, a nail scratch here and there.

I felt his hand just exploring my butt cheeks, and I loved it… Play with that ass, Sir!

Then I felt him pull his hand out and grab the waist of my pants from behind, slowly pulling them down. My hips instinctively lifted to help, offering as little resistance as possible. He pulled my pants down halfway, leaving my ass fully exposed to the night and, more importantly, to him.

He then pulled my head towards his, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. There was something incredibly intoxicating about kissing him while feeling so exposed—it was liberating in a way I hadn’t expected.

His hands roamed over my bare ass, and my hips couldn’t stop trying to grind closer to him, my pussy—Ms. Hungry Lips—leading the charge.

The way his hands grabbed, caressed, and spread my cheeks while he kissed me so hungrily made me feel incredibly desired. Apparently, he liked me.

There was something so intimate about the way he spread my cheeks, leaving me feeling completely exposed. He spread them so wide that it felt like my pussy—and everything else nearby—was on full display.

Then he kept lightly caressing my ass, just enough to tease, his touch almost imperceptible. And then, out of nowhere, his nails trailed mercilessly across each cheek, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. That delightful sting vanished as quickly as it came when he returned to gentle, circling caresses. I barely had time to relax into his touch when he spanked my left cheek, the sharp sting shocking my senses and making me gasp. He spanked the other cheek with even more intensity, and I couldn’t help but arch my back, as if offering my ass to him, silently asking for more.

As if reading my mind, he continued spanking me, each smack making my ass jiggle and sending tremors straight to my core. I squirmed, pressing closer to him, feeling the vibrations reverberate down to my pussy, igniting every nerve ending. I was caught between pain and pleasure, completely entranced.

The mixture of his tongue, lips, and occasional teeth on my nipples as he rhythmically switched from one to the other, the stinging on my ass, and the vibrations radiating down to my pussy had me willing to give him anything he desired. I was ready to lose myself in him completely.

After spanking me, he started gently caressing my ass. His soft touch felt incredible against the raw, still stinging surface of my skin. There was something intoxicating about the contrast between the sharp sting of his spanking and the soothing tenderness of his caress. I never knew these feelings could coexist, and I certainly never thought I would enjoy it this much.

I felt one of his hands leave its place on my left cheek and trail its nails across my skin. The unmistakable sensation of his touch moved up my back, over my side, and then found its way to my breast, gently squeezing and playing with my nipple for one blissful moment before tracing back down. His nails lightly scratched down my belly, briefly pausing at my belly button, and then continued their descent.

The anticipation of what was coming was driving me mad. Get there faster!

As if he knew exactly what I was craving but didn’t want to give it to me right away, he took his time. Even so, I savored his slow descent, his hand exploring and caressing every inch of skin along its path.

When he finally reached my clit and lightly brushed it, a surge of electricity shot through me, and I gasped as I desperately kissed his lips.

Despite my need for more, he moved on, and I thought, No, no, no! Go back! Then he pressed his finger against my entrance through my soaked panties, and I felt a wave of relief I didn’t even realize I needed.

He broke the kiss and said, “You’re so wet, I can’t wait to be inside you, Red.” The way he said it, with such raw desire, made me want to scream, Come inside me, NOW! I was so close to saying it—I didn’t know if I was ready, but I was more than willing to find out.

Before I knew it, he moved swiftly back to devouring my nipples, and I rested my head on his as he worked his way back to my clit, slowly rubbing it over my panties.

As he rubbed, his fingers performed a skillful pirouette, effortlessly moving my panties aside. Finally, I felt his touch directly on my clit, and I thought I was going to cum instantly. I had been craving this moment for what felt like an eternity, and it was even better than I had ever dreamed.

He teased and played with my clit, doing God knows what, but I never wanted it to end. He alternated between light teasing and firm pressure, with a rhythm I couldn’t quite grasp—but I knew it was there.

Then I felt him move the hand that had been caressing my ass, bringing it to my mouth and slipping two fingers inside.

Now, I have to be honest, I had seen this in movies and read about it, but I had no idea what to do.

Do I suck it?
Kiss it?
Lick it?
Let it rest in my mouth like a fishhook?
Gnaw on it? Num num num…
What’s the etiquette here?

Fuck it! Kamikaze-Red. I decided to just suck it and see where things went, so I did.

Gabriel said, “mmm good girl, get them very wet for me.”
Not a problem! I never thought that being a saliva-making machine would come in handy at some point in my life… and yet here we are.

I made eye contact and did as he wished—sucking, licking, any way I could deliver saliva to his fingers, I was doing it! If my Sir wants wet fingers, wet fingers he shall have!

After a little while and a LOT of saliva, he took his fingers back, looked at them, and said, “That’s my good girl, you have no idea how lucky I am,” before returning to my tits, which had been missing his attention by now.

His hand then made its way back to my butt, under my panties, which were a puddly mess by now. I felt his hand glide over my ass, and I was ecstatic with anticipation—his fingers were about to be inside me!

I thought to myself, “Sir, you didn't need my saliva for that; you'll find plenty of juices down there!”

I felt his fingers lightly caress my pussy, the sensation electrifying as he gently glided around my wet entrance.

Then I felt his hand start to move back towards my butt, and I was a little disappointed but thought, “You'll be back, Sir.”

I imagined he was going back to playing with my butt cheeks, maybe delivering some very welcomed spanks. I was in heaven.

However, his fingers never stopped making contact and soon were heading towards my… you know… anus.

NO! NO! NO!
Sir! What are you doing?
NO! NO! Stop!
Where are you going?
What are you doing?

And then I felt his wet fingers along with a sensation I had never experienced before. With an involuntary exhale, I sank right into his fingers, sighing in relief as I realized, “ooooohhhh, so that’s what you were doing…”

He didn’t penetrate, rather he just massaged it, gently circling, pressing just enough to send a strange but intense pleasure shooting up my spine.

I never, in a million years, thought I’d be doing this, let alone fucking loving it!

With his tongue on my nipples, his fingers on my clit, and his other hand gently massaging my butt... I was entranced, unable to move. I was bound by his spell of pleasure.

Every flick of his tongue sent a beam of electricity straight to my butt. I never knew this was possible.

He had a rhythm that connected my butt with my nipple, and I couldn’t comprehend it… I could only feel it.

Every movement caused my head to sink further into him until it couldn’t go any further, every time it got faster and more intense.

I felt his mouth leave my nipple as he stopped sucking it; His hand stopped massaging my butt and found its way to the back of my head. I felt the familiar, yet anticipated hair pull, as he guided my head forward to meet his gaze and commanded, “Look at me, you are mine, your orgasms belong to me, and don’t you dare cum until I say you can.”

I whimpered an erratic “Yes, Sir” as he went back to expertly sucking my nipple and massaging my butt.

The moment caused me to bite my lip, and there it was again… the taste of Chrissie’s lip gloss.

Holy shit, it was like she was there, taunting me, her fruity sweetness lingering on my tongue, daring me to compete. It drove me wild.

Every flick of his tongue on my nipple created a sensation that radiated from my chest, building delicious pressure that only intensified with each new flick.

My breath was becoming shallower, and my heart was racing. Something was swelling with each breath and flick of his tongue.

My desire to close my eyes was only overridden by my need to follow his command and keep my eyes on him, but I felt them try to roll back as he masterfully used his hands.

I felt every part of my body coming alive at once—I was his instrument, each note layered on the last. My nipples were burning with pleasure, each touch sending sparks straight to my core, making my back arch and my breath hitch. And my clit—every swirl, every stroke felt like fire, like he was drawing out every last ounce of desire I had. It was maddeningly good, and I wanted more, needed more.

Then there was my butt, which I never thought I’d like this much. Every time he touched it, it was like a direct line to the deepest part of me. I could feel myself tightening, pulsing there, the sensation radiating out like waves. It was weird and intense, but in the best way possible—an exquisite, almost unbearable pressure that I could not get enough of.

His gaze, the way he looked at me, his words, the way he called me his good girl, how he took control of me, leading me through every single sensation.

And in the middle of it all, the taste of Chrissie’s lip gloss lingered on my tongue, sweet and fruity, like she was there with us, teasing, watching. It was so twisted, but it fueled me—our shared obsession with him, her taste mixed with his, it all made me crave him even more. It was like she was daring me, taunting me with her eyes, saying, “What are you going to do about it?”

And then he said, “That’s my good girl, cum for me, do not hold anything back.”
I whimpered, “Yes, Sir,” and it happened. I let go… every little thing that had happened culminated in an explosion that was all-consuming.

I felt a wave of pleasure bathing me from top to bottom, and at the same time, I was becoming incredibly aware of my butt, which was becoming more and more sensitive as his fingers massaged it.

A sense of fullness and exhilaration that melded perfectly with the sensation radiating from my chest.

Each movement from him intensified the sensations, all of them.

My nipples, my clit, my butt, my mind—they all merged in this incredible explosion. Every nerve in my body was screaming his name. My nipples tightened, my clit throbbed, my ass pulsed, and my mind exploded all at once, each sensation layered on the others, building and building until I couldn’t take it.

My body shook, my mind imploded, and I came—harder than I ever imagined possible. I was breaking apart, shattering into a million pieces, but at the same time, I was also more whole than I’d ever been. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ride those waves as they crashed over me, over and over.

And every wave carried the taste of Chrissie’s lip gloss, her sweet, taunting presence mixed with Gabriel’s intensity, swirling through my mind, amplifying everything. It was like she was there, in my mouth, in my head, with her sultry smile, watching me cum.

My body trembled, every nerve sparking, and I felt like I was floating, weightless, suspended in this never-ending climax. Each wave felt like it would be the last, but then another would crash over me, even stronger, carrying me higher, deeper into this incredible abyss of pleasure.

My nipples tingled, my clit pulsed, my butt tightened with every breath, and my mind spun in this delicious, dizzying dance of sensations, all tied together by his voice, his touch, his command.

Trembling and breathless, there I was, riding waves of pleasure that seemed like they would never end.

to be continued...