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It felt strange to know that they were going to have sex. All her previous dates had been countdowns that had hurtled faster and faster toward doubt and anxiety. But this time she calmly unlocked her apartment door and let him in. She didn’t wonder. She knew. And while she couldn’t help the nervousness that sizzled through her, she didn’t have any doubt.
She took off her heels and suddenly he was so much bigger than her. When he bent his head to meet her eyes, his face was shadowed. His hair fell forward. She felt as if she were the only person in his whole world as she rose up to kiss him.
She’d wanted to touch him all night and now she could. She stroked her fingers down his beard, down his throat, around to the back of his neck, into his hair. She dragged her mouth from his and followed the path of her hand, rubbing her lips along his soft beard and then breathing deeply as she kissed the crook of his neck.
“You smell so good, Gabe. Your skin smells like sex to me now.” Her fingers caught the top button of his shirt. “I want all of it.”
His head fell back when she licked his neck. She bit him, scraping her teeth over his skin, then laughed in triumph at the groan that vibrated against her mouth.
She went willingly when he backed her toward her bedroom, but she didn’t give up her quest for more of his skin. She plucked each button free, then sighed in relief when she could slide both her hands into his open shirt. Her nerves flamed with the warmth of him under her palms, the soft feel of his chest hair, the hard pebbles of his nipples.
He pulled his shirt free of his pants once they were next to the bed, but she stopped him. “I want to undress you.”
Nodding, he let his hands drop and watched as she freed the last button. His crisp shirt fell open and she slid her hands around his bare waist, marveling at how lean he was, how perfect. “You really are beautiful,” she breathed against his collarbone just before she licked it. She felt the texture roughen beneath her tongue as goose bumps chased over his skin. She pulled back to watch his nipples pebble with the sensation.
She circled one with her thumb, surprised when he shivered. “Does that feel good to you, too?”
“Yes.”
“Really?” She ducked her head and traced it with her tongue. That didn’t get the response she wanted, so she gently bit it. Gabe grunted.
“This is fun,” she breathed.
“You’re torturing me,” he rasped. When she laughed, he took her wrist in a hard grip and moved it down to the front of his pants. They both groaned when she curved her hand over the hard bulge of his cock.
“I love that I can do this to you, Gabe.”
“Just thinking about you gets me hard as a rock,” he said, the words so rough it felt as though she could feel them against her. “I jerked off to you this morning.”
“Did you?” she asked in shock, stroking up and down the fabric that covered him. “Really?”
“Yes. In the shower. I thought of you coming against my mouth again. And then I imagined coming in yours.”
She was breathing hard now, remembering his hand on his cock, remembering his belly covered in come. “Do you want to do that?”
“Yes. But not tonight. Tonight I want to fuck you.”
God, she felt dizzy with lust, as if all her blood had sunk deep inside her where her pulse beat hard between her legs. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it on the floor, then set to work on his belt. As soon as she’d unzipped him, she wanted to tug his boxer briefs down and watch his cock rise free, but she made her greedy hands wait. She slid her hands around him and eased his pants down his hips. Then she slipped her fingers beneath his briefs and spread her fingers over the hard muscles of his ass.
“Please,” he rasped. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” she teased.
In response, he pulled her tight against his hips and pushed against her with a groan. “Touch my cock. I want to feel your hand around it.”
She dug her nails into his ass as he rocked against her. “Okay,” she panted. “Yes.”
Pushing her hands farther down, she dragged his underwear off and his cock was free. He felt hard as steel in her hand, and so hot and silky and good. She squeezed him as he groaned in relief.
“God, yes,” he sighed as he ducked his head and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues rubbed together. His fingers closed over hers and he stroked himself with her hand, his cock pushing against her, fucking her fist. She took his tongue deeper, pressing up to his mouth, wanting everything.
She felt wild. Desperate. Dirty. Everything she’d always wanted to feel. She tipped her head back to draw a breath, but she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. “Fuck me,” she gasped.
“Yes.” He stripped the rest of the way down and then turned her around to face the bed.
Now, she thought at the sound of her zipper. His knuckles brushed her spine until they stopped at the top of her ass. Now.
Her dress fell and pooled around her feet. Then her bra. His hands framed her ribs; his mouth brushed her shoulder. He pulled her against him and his cock was a hot brand against her back.
