I kissed her hard, my tongue sliding against hers as I stripped her shirt off and tossed it aside. My hand found the clasp at her back and flicked it open one-handed. She shrugged the straps down her arms and let it fall.
Then my hands were on her bare skin—full, soft breasts that fit perfectly in my palms, her nipples already tight little peaks against my thumbs. She moaned into my mouth, arching up, pressing herself closer.
I dropped to my knees between her spread thighs right there on the edge of the table. My hands grasped her shorts, and I dragged those and her underwear down her legs, letting them fall to the floor. She was glistening, pink and perfect, and the sight made my cock throb painfully against my pants.
“Fuck, Brenna,” I growled, voice rough. “Look at this pretty little pussy. So wet for me already.”
I leaned in and licked along her folds. She cried out, her hips jerking. I did it again, then sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked gently while my tongue flicked against her. She tasted sweet and musky, addictive. Her hands flew to my hair, gripping tight as she whimpered and moaned my name.
“Oh God—yes—right there?—”
I groaned against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble. I licked and sucked, devouring her, sliding one thick finger inside her tight heat and curling it just right. She was so fucking responsive, grinding against my face, her breath coming in sharp, broken sobs.
Then she tensed, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Wait—Gabriel—I need to tell you something,” she gasped, tugging me up just enough to meet my eyes.
I pulled back, lips shiny with her, chest heaving. “What, baby?”
Her cheeks were flushed deep red, eyes glassy with need, but she held my gaze. “I’m… I’m a virgin.”
I froze, stunned. The words hit me like a hose line to the chest. Virgin. This brave, careful woman had never let anyone else have her. Surprise rolled through me, followed by a fierce, possessive surge of heat that made my cock jerk.
“Fuck,” I breathed, staring at her. “You’re serious?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “I wanted it to be you.”
Something primal unlocked in my chest. I surged up and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “Then I’m going to make this so fucking good for you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
I dropped back down and attacked her with renewed hunger. Two fingers now, pumping slowly while I sucked her clit hard. She came with a loud, shattered cry, her thighs clamping around my head, back bowing off the table as she pulsed and flooded my mouth. I didn’t stop until she was shaking and whimpering, riding every wave.
I stood, unclipped the suspenders, and shoved the heavy canvas pants and my briefs down past my hips. My cock sprang free, heavy and aching, the head already slick. Her eyes widened at the sight of me, but she reached for me anyway.
I stepped between her thighs, rubbing the thick head of my cock up and down her soaked folds. “Gonna go slow, baby. Tell me if it hurts.”
I pushed in just the tip, and holy fuck—she was impossibly tight, hot velvet gripping me like a fist. I groaned loud and low, fighting the urge to thrust deep.
“Jesus Christ, Brenna. So fucking tight. Your little virgin pussy is strangling my cock.”
She moaned, nails digging into my shoulders. Inch by careful inch, I sank into her, watching her face for any sign of pain. She was breathing fast, lips parted, but her eyes stayed locked on mine, full of trust and heat.
“That’s it…taking me so well,” I rasped, voice wrecked. “Halfway in, baby. You feel that? Feel how deep I am?”
When I finally buried myself to the hilt, I had to stop and breathe. The sensation was overwhelming—her walls fluttering and squeezing around every inch of me. I stilled for a moment, both of us panting.
“Move,” she whispered. “Please, Gabriel.”
I started slow, rocking into her with long, careful strokes. The wet, obscene sound of me sliding in and out of her filled the kitchen, mixed with our moans and gasps. She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, heels digging into my ass.
“Harder,” she begged. “I can take it.”
“Greedy girl,” I growled, thrusting a little deeper. “This pussy was made for my cock. So fucking perfect.”
Then she did something that nearly ended me.
Her hand slid down between us. I watched, stunned, as her fingers found her clit and started rubbing tight, frantic circles. The sight of it—her touching herself while my thick cock stretched her open, sliding in and out of her—hit me harder than anything I’d ever seen. Her pussy clenched around me even tighter, slick sounds growing louder.
“Fuck—Brenna,” I groaned, the words torn from my throat. “Look at you. Playing with that pretty clit while I fuck you. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
She whimpered, fingers moving faster, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “You feel so good…so big inside me. Don’t stop—please?—”
