Sugar, Spice & Secrets

47

Falling for a man with a crazy age gap.

I was crazy.

At twenty-six, I was well aware of the age gap between us, with Gabriele being forty, but in that moment, none of it mattered.

I knew it might be considered unconventional, even crazy by some, but love had a way of defying logic. In his arms, age was just a number, and the world outside was a distant concern.

My body ached for him, and with a passionate urgency, I spread my legs that I'd been squeezing shut due to its throbbing for him to lay in between. It was a physical manifestation of the intense desire that pulsed through every fibre of my being. Gabriele, with a hunger that mirrored my own longing, moved to join me in that intimate space.

Steadying himself on one arm, he trailed the other down my stomach to the hem of my thong. My breath caught in my throat as he teasingly traced the delicate fabric. It had my toes curling and my breath catching in my throat, unable to kiss him back with the same intensity.

His fingers danced along the edges of the delicate fabric, teasing and tantalizing. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I couldn't help but arch my back, silently begging for his touch.

Pulling back to look at me, he whispered against my swollen lips, "Can I touch you?"

My breath hitched, and I met his gaze with a mixture of desire and longing. With a simple nod and a quick "yes," I gave him my consent, knowing that in that choice, I was about to surrender everything I had to his mere fingers.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, and a gasp escaped my lips as he ran his fingers over. It was a moment of awakening, a first time that held an intensity and significance beyond words. For so long, I had held to the principle of keeping my virginity until marriage, but with him, I couldn't hold back.

His touch was an exploration of pleasures I had never experienced before. And with each circular motion he made, I felt myself unravelling. It was as if he held the key to a world of sensations I had never known existed.

My fingers clutched the sheets beneath me as I let out soft, gasping moans, my body responding to his every caress with an intensity that was both electrifying and overwhelming. The sensations coursing through me were like a symphony of pleasure, each note building upon the last, creating a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume me.

As if circling wasn't enough for him, he slipped a finger in, and I almost shut my legs from the intrusion. It wasn't painful, but there was a slight pinch, a delicious discomfort that made my heart race even faster. It was a foreign sensation, one that felt different from when I tried touching myself. It felt so right, so achingly perfect.

His finger moved inside me, slowly and sensually, his thumb still expertly teasing my clit. I gasped and moaned, shamelessly. This was uncharted territory, a world of sensations that I had never known existed, and it was as if every nerve in my body had awakened to the pleasure he was bestowing upon me.

"Oh God," I moaned.

He began moving faster, still keeping that one finger. Perhaps he was taking this slow. I could feel his thumb continue to tease my clit, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. It was as if he was conducting a symphony of ecstasy, and I was the willing and eager audience.

"Oh,"

Scratch that.

He surprised me, dispelling any notion that he was taking this slow. He dipped his index finger, joining the middle one that was already torturing me. The sensation was intense, a perfect combination of pressure and friction.