loves to

“good." He said and he went on his knees on the bed and laid me properly in a nice position.

“You know, I am not disabled, I can lay myself down."

“Hush." He said with a smirk that I had always admired from afar.

I raised my hand and touched his lips, he let me. I knew he loved it whenever I touched him, which wasn't all the time. He laid down and faced me, carefully so they my hand wouldn't leave his lips.

His hands didn't stay at his side, it went to my knees and then trailed upwards on my thighs and then in between.

I drew in sharply as he touched my folds, up and down his fingers massaged. Up and down, he expertly pulled me over the edge. I was gasping for oxygen like a fish out of water.

“You're going to squirt on my fingers." He said like a fortune teller.

“Oh Gabriel."

“Baby, I want you to squirt on my fingers because this feels so good, doesn't it?."

" It does, it feels so good."

“That's my good girl. Now, squirt for daddy."

And I did.

I shook and then stilled and all the whil