Fifty Shades of Gabriel

Fourty

>>>>Aaliyah's POV<<<

Walking into the living room, I plop down on my couch and start thinking about how much everything has changed. Today makes exactly three years, since I lost the love of my life. When Gabriel died, my entire world came crashing down within a matter of weeks. Although everything has changed, I'm doing really well now, besides the nightmares of Gabriel being killed and his casket being lowered into the ground. The worst part about his death was that once the police arrived to the scene, they didn't even let me say goodbye. They pushed me away from him and covered his body then the coroner came and took him away.

After crying for months, I finally decided to clean out our apartment and found a note saying "If anything ever happens to me, I want you to enjoy this money and live lavishly. The code to the safe is 01135890. I love you Aaliyah and I always will." I couldn't bare living in that apartment knowing Gabriel wasn't there so I begged the landlord to let me terminate my lease and used the money to move back home to Court Shore. I now have my own house and I'm working at "Cute Smiles and Giggles." It's a daycare full of sweet babies and toddlers.

"Baby, are you okay?" My fiancé, Devon, asks as he walks into the living room with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"I'm fine, why'd you ask?" I fake smile, walking over to him.

"You were crying. I know today will be hard for you but I'll try my best to make it better."

Ever since I told Devon about Gabriel and how he died, he has been so understanding. Normally I would lie and stay in the house but I opened up to him and he's been making everything better. Devon wipes the tears from my eyes then places a soft kiss on my lips. Pulling away, my eyes travel all over his muscular body causing me to feel a puddle in my underwear.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to get something to eat but the way you're looking at me, I think I'll eat you instead." He smirks, putting me on the counter then spreading my legs apart.

His wet tongue caresses my sensitive folds then plunges inside me without warning. Twisting his tongue around slowly, he then begins to suck on my clit; sending chills all over my body. Devon sticks two fingers inside me, curving them as he continues working his magical tongue. My legs begin to buckle as I tangle my fingers in his hair, pushing him closer to my vagina.

"Mhm don't stop baby. I need this!" I moan loud as hell.

He picks up the pace with his fingers while using his other hand to keep my folds open so that he can keep his mouth plastered to my clit. The pressure begins to build up at the pit of my stomach and I throw my head back as I moan Devon's name. I expect him to slow down but instead he picks up the pace, making me cum harder than before. An unfamiliar feeling erupts at the bottom of my stomach and I feel my vagina tighten, an intense orgasm rushes over me as a stream of liquid shoots from my vagina. Devon steps back and watches with a smile, proud of his work while I shake like an amateur stripper.

"What the fuck.. I've never done that before. Devon, I'm so sorry." I breathe out, getting off the counter.

"Damn, who have you been fucking with if you've never squirted? It's okay baby, daddy got you now. Don't ever apologize for squirting, I love it." He laughs, wiping my juices off his beard.

"I'm gonna clean the counter then lay down for a little while. You just made me tired."

"Okay baby, I have to get dressed and finish up some paperwork."

Devon walks upstairs while I disinfect the counter then I join him and get into bed, using the remote to change the channel while he sits at the desk and does his paperwork. Since Devon is a police officer, he's always doing paperwork and reports but I'm fine with it because he shows me attention whenever I need it.