She looked away, but he tilted her chin back to face him. “Be honest. I won’t get upset.”
She pursed her lips, smudging her lipstick slightly. “Truthfully? I’ve never been happier in my life than I have these last eight months with you. But?—”
He cupped her face. “Then that’s all that matters. We’ll figure the rest out. I want you. You and no one else. You’ve bewitched me, Genevieve. Completely.” He took her in his arms again, kissing her with everything he had. “I don’t need an answer from you now.”
She was panting and clutching tightly to him. “I don’t recall being asked a question.”
He touched his forehead to hers. “That’s a fair point. I will ask you, and soon. Just think about it. But now, I don’t want you to think. I only want you to feel.”
His lips took hers again before moving to her neck and down to her chest. He kissed the top of her breasts before turning her around and moving her a few steps. Now her back was to his chest and they faced a mirror on the wall over a desk. “Now, you’re going to watch me fuck you.”
“Gabriel…”
“Is that a no? I know you love it.”
She moaned. “I do. I do love it.” She locked eyes with his in the mirror. “I love you.”
His entire body filled with a sweet warmth, then a burning fire. “Vie.”
“Gabriel.”
He unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, and she stepped out of it. He carefully picked it up and laid it over a chair, then took off his military uniform and shoes and did the same, pulling out a condom from his pocket as he did.
Standing only in their underwear—he in boxers, she in panties, a bustier, and sexy heels—they rushed towards each other.
Their mouths clashed first and he knew without a shadow of a doubt, that he would never tire of kissing her, not ever.
His hands pushed down her panties, and hers pushed down his boxers. His hands undid her bustier and tossed it aside, andthen they were both naked, bodies pressed against each other, hands roaming and lips taking.
He turned her in his arms to face the mirror again and watched his reflection as his hands teased her nipples and toyed with her folds below. He watched as her body tensed against him, as her body rode his fingers and strained for more.
He stepped back only long enough to put on a condom, and she braced her hands on the desk. He entered her in one swift thrust and she cried out.
His voice was gruff and low. “Are you okay?”
“Fuck yes. Don’t stop.”
“Never.” He pulled out to thrust again. “I’ll never stop when it comes to you.”
“Gabriel.”
He leaned over her, one hand twining with hers against the desk, the other roaming and teasing her nipples then clit, all while he continued thrusting. Over and over and over and over again.
“Surrender yourself to me.”
She shook her head, lost in the moment, lost in the sensations.
“You’re mine. Give yourself to me.”
“Gabriel…please!”
“Surrender,” he whispered low and deep. “Surrender yourself to me.”
“Oh. Oh!”
He felt her release building and he thrust faster and faster and faster until her pussy clenched around him.
She let out a long moan and he followed with his own release. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to take her bare, to fill her and claim her completely.
