“Yes. God, yes. Please—”
I pushed inside slowly, feeling her stretch around my cock, and we both made a sound. “Fuck,” I breathed. “You feel—”
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I pulled back and thrust again, deeper this time, and felt her body accept me completely.
This position was different from last night. Deeper. More intimate somehow, even though we’d already been as intimate as two people could be. My arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against me, and I set a slow, steady rhythm.
“Gabriel,” she gasped, her hand coming up to grip my forearm. “Oh God—”
I kissed her shoulder, her neck, the spot behind her ear that had made her shiver last night. “You’re so tight,” I murmured against her skin. “So perfect.”
“I—oh God—I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” I groaned, my hand sliding down to where we were joined, fingers finding her clit. “I want to feel you come around me again.”
She made a sound that was half-moan, half-whimper, and I felt her body start to tighten.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, my fingers circling, my hips maintaining that steady rhythm. “Let go.”
“Gabriel—I’m—I’m going to.”
“Come for me, Cate.”
And she did. Her body clenched around me, her back arching, and she cried out my name—muffled against the pillow but still audible, still perfect.
I followed her over the edge, my own orgasm hitting hard and fast, and I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in as I came.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, our bodies still connected. Then I carefully pulled out, disposed of the condom, and pulled her back against me.
“That was—” she started, then stopped.
“What?”
“I don’t know. I don’t have words. My brain isn’t working yet.”
I smiled against her shoulder. “Good.”
“Good?”
“I like you speechless.”
She laughed, the sound soft and genuine. “That’s rude.”
“But accurate.”
“Also rude.”
I kissed her neck, slow and deliberate. “I’m not sorry.”
She was quiet for a moment, and I felt her hand come up to cover mine where it rested on her stomach. “Gabriel?”
“Yeah?”
“What are we doing?”
There it was. The question I’d known was coming. The one I’d been asking myself since last night. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I meant what I said. I’m all in.”
