Gabe

When Eloise turned up, I fought to do what my brain was telling me to do. I tried to keep this simple for her, and not complicate her life with a man who will never be a big part of her family.

But the longer I looked at her, the less I was able to resist her.

I hadn’t planned on things happening this way. But now that her lips are on mine, I can taste how right she is.

Since the talk with her mother yesterday, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. My mother would want me to be happy, and Eloise is the only person who’s ever made me feel anything even close to happy.

Maybe her mother’s right, maybe there was no way for her to suspect cancer. She seemed genuine. That still doesn’t mean I want to hang out with her.

I pull Eloise out of the chair, and hold her tight against me. The tension and anger I’ve been carrying around all week vanish with her in my arms. Even the grief gets buried under the happiness.

Our tongues twirl as our kiss deepens. My dick aches to be in her, and strains against my shorts.

Seeing her on the other side of the glass confirmed everything I felt about her. Part of me thought she looked too good for a man like me, but the second she walked in the door I realized she’s all mine. We belong together.

We always have.

But I don’t want to think about any of that right now. I only want to think of Eloise, naked and screaming my name as I make her come.

“Mark me, please. I am yours, I will forever be yours,” Eloise says, her breath tickling my neck.

“I’m not inking you until I know for sure that it’s what you want.”

“It is what I want.”

“Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m going to do to you. But that has to wait, I need one last taste.”

“What do you mean last?” she says, pulling away, her eyes wide with worry.

I pick her up by the waist and she squeals. I set her on the padded table I use when people have to lay down to get their tattoos. Her hands tug at the bottom of my T-shirt, and I pull it over my head.

“God, I missed this body,” she says, running her hands over my muscles.

“Not as much as this body’s missed you,” I say, and push her hand against my rock-hard cock.

She moans, and slips her hand under the waistband of my shorts. Wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she starts stroking me. I throw back my head, and let the tingles rush over me.

I push my shorts and boxers down, and kick them off my feet. Eloise half moans and half laughs as she pushes her body off the table and sinks to her knees.

Just like on our first night in the park, she surprises me by her action, but I’m not complaining. She lightly cups my balls and licks up my shaft. When she reaches the tip, she closes her mouth over the head and runs her tongue around the ridge.

Eloise sucks my cock deep into her mouth, and I swear I’m halfway down her throat.

I grab onto the table to steady myself. She’s too good. She makes me feel too good.

“Enough, or I’ll blow,” I say, pulling her up by her armpits.

All four of our hands wrestle her top off, and I undo her bra. Her nipples are pearled, and I flick them with my tongue. I run my hands over her curves, and lift her back onto the table.

My dick is screaming at me to fuck her, to claim her as mine forever. But I want to take my time. I want to taste her while I still can.

My lips lock on hers again, and she whimpers under the intensity.

Eloise’s perched on the edge of the table, her knees apart. I push my body as close to her as I can. My hands run up her soft thighs, and push her skirt up as far as I can.

The pinky finger of my right hand brushes against her lips, and is immediately coated from her slick mound.

I break the kiss, and say, “You’re not wearing any panties.”

“I guess I forgot to put them on this morning.”

“You bad girl,” I say and grind my cock against her.

“I’m your bad girl.”

“I know,” I say chuckling, and pick her up.

She wraps her legs around my waist and holds onto my shoulders. Her skirt falls between us and I back into the barber-style chair, bringing Eloise with me. She straddles me, and I grab the hem of the skirt, and pull it out from in between us.

Her mound is drenched and all the blood in my body rushes to my dick. With my hands, I circle her body on me, coating myself in her wetness.

Lifting her a little, I place my tip at her entrance.

Our eyes meet, and I hold her gaze as she lowers herself onto me. Her slick walls, hugging me tight, are the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.

I cup the back of her head, and pull her close to me.

In a low voice, I say, “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Maybe I like it here. I want to be your bad girl right now.” Her voice is breathy, and makes my dick throb.

“Then ride me, the way you did at the lake house. I want to watch you on me. I want to see how you’re mine.”

“I am yours, but you have to be mine too.”

Eloise raises her arms, laces her fingers together behind her head and grinds herself on my cock. My eyes rake over her as she moves, her tits bouncing and her hands tousling her loose hair.

My dick has never been so fucking happy. Neither has my soul.

Eloise will be in my life forever, whatever it takes. Even if it means seeing her mother every day. I can’t be without her.

I sink deeper into the chair, shudders and tingles coat my skin. My cock throbs in her tight pussy. My sack draws tight against me, my balls are about to explode.

Fuck.

Not without tasting her pussy. One last taste to last me six months.

Wrapping my arms around her, I stand. My dick is still inside her, and she writhes on my cock. She’s making it very hard to do what I have to do.

I pull her off me, and lay her on the table.

“I was about to come. Why did you make me stop?” she moans.

“So was I. But I need to lick you.”

“I want you in me.”

Ignoring her, I push her back on the table and dive my head between her legs. Without bothering to kiss her thighs, I push my tongue through her folds and dip it into her entrance.

Her juices coat my tongue with the sweetest taste in the world. I close my eyes and focus on remembering it.

“Gabe,” Eloise moans.

She grinds herself against my face, covering me in her slickness as she comes. I don’t stop, I keep lapping at her folds.

Meshing her hands in my hair, she lifts her ass and moans. I ram my finger into her, and her walls clamp around it. She lets out a high-pitched scream as she comes again. My tongue doesn’t stop.

I could do this all day long.

After she calms, she says, “Oh my God, what are you doing to me?”

Lifting my head, I say, “I have to enjoy this, after I pierce you I won’t be able to lick you without a barrier until you’re healed.”

Eloise jolts up.

“You’re piercing me?”