YM778.TV Chapter 207 - His Best Meal
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Gael looked up as if checking on her and the absence of his mouth made her whimper. She met his questioning eyes and glistening lips. And in the next second, he moved up and hovered over her, kissing her and making her taste herself on him. Then he said, "I should have asked your permission before I did that. I want to make sure you\'re okay with this… You drank."
Angela\'s heart swelled that he was so considerate. She had indeed drunk at the club, but she was sober enough to think she wouldn\'t regret this. She was all for feeling butterflies in her stomach, but she wanted those butterflies in her groin right now. Slowly running her hands up and down his chest and abdomen, she pushed the hoodie off him until he was completely topless, his muscle rippling under the soft lighting. "I\'m sober enough. And I was okay until you stopped."
Gael chuckled, kissing her neck and clavicle. "Let\'s get this out of the way. I want to see all of you." He removed her dress and tossed it on the floor. "Fûck. I miss this." He ran his hands up and down her body, squeezing her breasts and giving them each a suck and a lick. Then he made open-mouthed kisses going down towards her apex, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Kneeling back on the floor, he spread her legs apart and planted her feet on the edge of the bed as he roughly pulled her towards him. He licked his lips as he stared at her sex, his eyes looking hungry like he had been starving for weeks. Angela should feel shy for being too open before him, but Gael\'s hungry look made her feel like she was the sexiest woman alive. "So beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing up and down her folds. She was already panting.
Anticipation kept building higher when he placed her right leg over his shoulder. He then kissed her inner thigh up to her groin. And when his tongue made contact with her clit once again, her eyes rolled back, letting ecstasy take over her. She hadn\'t felt like this in a long time. Gael worshipped her like she was the best meal ever served, like she was the only thing on the menu in a three-star Michelin.
You know that moment when you\'re on a fast car, and the road has a sudden downward slope, so your car ends up sort of flying for a few seconds before it touches the ground again? That giddy sensation you feel in your stomach at that very moment? That\'s what Angela felt when Gael\'s lips and tongue took ownership of her body—except take that and multiply it by ten—and it kept going while he lapped her up.
Angela felt high. She melted in his hot mouth. And as if that wasn\'t enough, two fingers stretched her opening, sliding in out all while he was eating her heated core. "Oh, god." Moans that she couldn\'t believe came out of her filled the bedroom. He had started at a slow pace and was now building up faster. The sensation of just everything going on with her body at the moment made her feel hot all over. "What... are you doing...to me?"
"You\'re so fûcking delicious." Gael curled his fingers inside her, hitting her sweet spot. Then he reached up, cupping her breast.
She was so close to the edge; she could already taste heaven. "Just like that," she breathed, and so he kept his rhythm.
"Let go," he commanded.
Angela\'s high was as tall as the airplane\'s height above the ground. When he groaned, it created the tastiest vibrations on his mouth that brought her to orgasm. And then she let go, screaming his name until white spots appeared in her closed eyes.
Angela was delirious. Could one die from such a mindblowing orgasm?
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Gael didn\'t stop yet, letting her rub her pussy against his lips as she liked it, making her ride out her orgasm until she was finally coming down from her high—he drank all of her. She looked so fûcking hot with her back arching off the bed, her legs spasming, her fingers clawing the sheets tightly, and her mouth forming into an \'O\'—the sight alone already made him want to combust.
\'Oh, how those lips would look so beautiful wrapped around my cock,\' he thought.
Angela was breathless. He got up, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he stared at her all spent. She hadn\'t opened her eyes. A small hint of a smile cast on his face. Had she fallen asleep?
Leaning down and hovering over her, he kissed her neck, her cheek, and the corner of her lips. She stirred a little, and a soft moan came out of her, but her eyes remained closed. Then she reached up to touch him—or at least she tried, but her hands fell back down on the mattress, making him chuckle. He disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds, and when he came back, he brought a warm wet hand towel to clean her off.
Gael scooped her up and placed her in the middle of the bed and under the sheets. She tried to pull him to her, but he carefully placed her hands back down. "I\'ll be right back." He was so rock hard, he\'d have to rub one out in the bathroom, or he might pass out from not being able to release.
It didn\'t take him too long. He surprised himself. Angela just had so much of an effect on him that when he touched himself, he came soon after—the image of her and the sounds she made were still so fresh in his head. It was enough to make him come so hard.
Would it have been better if she were the one to touch him? Yes. Would it have been amazing if he were inside her? Abso-fûcking-lutely.
But that would have to wait. He\'d already pushed her enough today. He didn\'t regret what happened three years ago. But they were both drunk at that party, and decisions made while intoxicated would always come to bite them back in the ass when they least expect it.
What he had with Angela right now was sweet and made him feel really good, but he\'d never want to take advantage of the fact that he knew she wanted him. Taking advantage of a woman while she\'s intoxicated would be a mistake. There was no denying that he badly wanted her, just like how she seemed to want him back. And then she reminded him to use protection, so she was still clearly in control of herself. But the look in her eyes told him she wasn\'t ready to do it unsheathed.
A part of him was thankful that she\'s responsible for thinking like so. Gael was clean too, as he always used protection. But if he were to choose, he definitely wouldn\'t mind taking her raw. Just the thought of it already made his dick hard again.
"That\'s enough for now," he whispered as if the soldier in his pants would listen to his commander—most of the time, it didn\'t. The fûcker had a mind of its own.
When he came out of the bathroom, Angela was still asleep. All of a sudden, he wondered, \'Who knows what would happen when we land?\'
What if Angela wakes up and regrets it? What if she wanted to forget what happened? What if what happened in New York stays in New York? Or what happened on the plane, stays on the fûcking plane thousands of feet above the ground?
\'What the hell are you thinking? More than that, you still have a problem that you need to take care of. Fix that first before anything else,\' he scolded himself in his head. Whatever. He\'d have to think about that later. Right now, Angela was all that mattered.
He climbed in bed, and before he could even settle comfortably, she\'d already curled into him, nuzzling against his neck. She wrapped an arm around him, and he slightly flinched when her cold hand touched his bare back. The movement caused her nipples to rub against his chest. Hugging her naked wasn\'t the smartest choice when he was still semi-hard. But he refused to let her go. Having her vulnerable like this made him want to protect her at all cost. He pulled the blanket up to their shoulders.
Pushing her hair out of her face, he whispered, "Angel…"
However, she didn\'t respond. He wanted her to change into something warm. She must have been exhausted. After all, she didn\'t have much sleep the night before, then she woke up early, took a flight, and spent the day with him in New York until the last hour before their flight back home. He didn\'t want to wake her, so he decided he\'d let her sleep. He\'d just have to embrace her tightly so she wouldn\'t get cold—not that he\'d mind—not at all.
They still had about an hour before arriving in Esmea. And while Gael was also dead tired, part of him didn\'t want to sleep. Wanting to savor this moment with her, he pulled her impossibly closer and shut his eyes, wishing tonight didn\'t have to end.