silverlaker

When I met Gabriel in the park next, something had changed. Real, sublime, faint. His touch seemed thicker, morethere. The grass was damp and the air in Paris was cold. But I barely noticed. I was wearing next to nothing and I barely noticed. The stars watched as I unzipped his pants and took him out. I licked the length of his dick. I stroked him and brought him to the edge. I didn't take long. I could have stayed down there forever, my mouth engorged with his sex. I look around. Dead silence and stars. Gabriel raised my salty tongue to his lips. Our mouths succumbed. His cock quivered in my grip. Hands slid under then up and over my garters. He smiled devilishly as the tip of his erection penetrated. I was dripping and although he tried to tease me at the gate, my wetness betrayed his efforts. His cock slid into me hard. He hit my wall. The echo of our moans was eternal.

We fucked and fucked and fucked. We were melting when he spoke:

- You never have to leave now.

I was completely certain of this moment:

- You are everything I've ever wanted.

I worked his cock into me, deeper, harder. Damn.

- Fina, don't move

Gabriel implored me to stop grinding and squeezing. It was too good. He exploded into me and our bodies rose above the stars.

- I love you.

Heaven didn't burn a bit.