"Morning After Bliss"
Part 8
Sabrina slowly opened her eyes, wincing as she felt a soreness she hadn't experienced in a long time. She was still lying on Gavin's bed, his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. As she turned to face him, she noticed his gentle smile and the concern etched on his face. "Morning," he whispered, his voice husky from sleep. "How are you feeling?" Sabrina's cheeks flushed as she tried to process the events of the previous night. "A bit... sore," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Gavin's smile grew wider, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Let me take care of you," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. As he got out of bed, Sabrina couldn't help but notice his naked body, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. He walked to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth, which he used to gently clean her. Sabrina closed her eyes, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over her. But Gavin had other plans. He gently pushed her back onto the bed, his eyes locked on hers. "I want to make you feel better," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to eat you out, Sabrina. I want to taste you, to make you come on my tongue." Sabrina's cheeks flushed, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. Gavin settled between her legs, his hot breath on her skin making her quiver. As his tongue touched her, Sabrina gasped, her body responding to the stimulation. Gavin's mouth was gentle at first, but as he explored her, his touch became more confident. "You're so wet, Sabrina," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "I love how you taste, like honey and sunshine." Sabrina's eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan. Gavin's tongue probed deeper, his movements becoming more intense. "You're so tight, so responsive," he muttered, his voice husky with desire. "I love making you come, Sabrina. I love watching you lose control." As he continued to eat her out, Sabrina's body began to tremble. Gavin's dirty talk was like fuel to her fire, making her want to come harder, to surrender to the pleasure. She wrapped her hands in his hair, her fingers tugging on his scalp as she rode his tongue. "Come on, Sabrina," Gavin whispered, his voice urgent. "Come on my tongue, baby. I want to taste your orgasm." Sabrina's body responded, her muscles tensing as she reached the peak. As she came, her voice was muffled by a soft cry, her body trembling with pleasure. Gavin's tongue continued to probe her, milking her orgasm until she was spent. As she lay there, Gavin pulled back, his eyes locked on hers. "Better?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Sabrina nodded, her cheeks still flushed. "Much," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Gavin smiled, his eyes shining with adoration. "I'm glad," he said, pulling her close. "I want to take care of you, Sabrina. I want to make you happy." As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Sabrina knew that she was in trouble. She was falling for Gavin, hard. And she wasn't sure if she could ever go back.