His hand slid under her dress and towards her center. She tensed but then relaxed and opened her legs wider as he dipped beneath her underwear and toyed with her.
“Liked those ideas I see. You’re wet for me already. Hmmm. Maybe you won’t wear clothes at all. You’ll walk around naked for only me to see.” He leaned down and gave her a bruising kiss. “Of course, maybe I’ll be naked too. And you’ll get to have me however and wherever you want too.”
She shifted against his fingers, two of which had slipped inside her. She reached up and grabbed his tie, pulling him down for a kiss.
When they broke apart, he smiled. “I see my lady really likes that idea.”
She blushed, not fully understanding why those ideas turned her on, only knowing that they did. What if he didn’t like her being so…bold? What if?—
He kissed her and she realized she’d tensed up without realizing it. She relaxed again and shifted on the bed.
“Are you all right?”
She nodded but also said, “Yes. I’m sorry.”
His fingers continued to tease her below. “Why are you apologizing?”
“Um, because I liked what you were saying?”
He chuckled. “Never apologize for your pleasure. Never. Every dirty, filthy thing you want to try, you only need to let me know. I’ll never judge you for it. I want to please you, my dear Vie. Don’t you want to please me too?”
She nodded.
“Then you only need to communicate what you want, and especially what you don’t want. If you don’t like something I’m doing, you must tell me immediately.”
“I will.”
His fingers paused. “Promise you will.”
She swallowed as a swell of emotion, of love for him, rolled through her. “I promise.”
“Good.”
He withdrew his fingers and brought them to her mouth. “Taste yourself.”
She gave his fingers a little lick and they tasted odd, unlike anything she’d tasted before. When he pushed his fingers into her mouth, she sucked.
“That’s a good little Vie.”
She was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. What was happening to her?
He slowly drew his fingers out, trailing them along her neck and to her cleavage. She was still wearing her borrowed black dress from the funeral, and Gabriel reached underneath her to unzip it, kissing her while he did.
He moaned as the dress loosened. “The taste of you, fuck I love it.”
He pulled the dress down, and she freed herself from the long sleeves and knee-length skirt. She rose off the bed slightly as he moved it past her waist.
He threw the dress to the side, removing her shoes in the process too. He took several long moments to merely look at her in her basic black bra, panties, and nylon stockings. “You’re beautiful, you know that? Absolutely fucking beautiful.”
Helen’s voice popped in her head, reminding her that her breasts were too big and that she was too pudgy and too short and her thighs were too thick. But she shoved that voice in a closet in her head and locked the damn door.
“Let’s get on even footing, shall we?” He smiled as he loosened and removed the tie, then his jacket. Next came the cuff links, then the shoes, and the belt. His crisp white shirt came next, then the tee he’d worn underneath it, and finally, his pants.
Though she’d seen him only in boxers when she’d last stayed over, it had been different. Now, there was something clearly in those boxers straining to get out.
He leaned forward and kissed the arch of her feet, then moved his way up to the top of her stockings, slowly peeling them down one at a time and kissing each inch of newly exposed skin.
Then he kissed up her stomach and to the tops of her breasts, then removed her bra. He tossed that aside and spent the nextminute worshipping her breasts, squeezing them, rolling and sucking the nipple.
