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“Hell, no, I love it…I love everything about you,” he murmured against her lips, grinding his erection over her throbbing sex. He groaned as her deft fingers caressed him, tracing every inch of muscle on his chest until she paused to lightly fondle his nipples.
“Off with this,” he said, tugging her shirt off. “And the pants go, too.”
Stella was happy to oblige, unfastening her slacks to shove them down and step out of them eagerly.
“I have a lot of making up to do.” Gabriel fell silent as soon as she was fully naked.
She watched him draw in a shaky breath, and then shudder with desire as his eyes came to rest on the glossy curls between her legs.
“Open up for me,” he told her as he parted her curls and the dewy petals beneath with a single finger.
She gasped, trembled as his fingers began to play with her, his thumb stroking over her clit as his longest finger slowly traced her moistened slit.
She swayed, and as he sat her down over the chest, bending over her to continue his caresses, her eyes fluttered closed, her need echoing in her ears like music; little moans, gasps, sighs, even the rapid sound of her breathing as he stroked her to pleasure.
“I want you inside me,” she said, eyes still closed as she spread her thighs farther apart, opening up to his longest finger as it quickly sought to enter.
Her head fell back with a gasp when he thrust it deep into the heart of her, only to pull back and twist it in again.
“Gabriel.”
“I’m crazy about you.”
When she opened her eyes to look up at him, she lost her breath at what she saw. His eyes glowed fierce with need, almost unholy in their intensity, his chiseled face set with the same tension as his neck and shoulders.
His free hand wandered up over her side, outlining her waist, brushing past the side of one breast, until he cupped her, pressed his thumb to a quivering nipple.
She cried out when he began to pinch her, pinch her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of pleasure down to her toes. Another hand still toyed with her pussy, his thumb circling her clit faster now, his middle finger merciless as it stabbed inside her.
Stella thought she’d die again.
She writhed, arching into his touch, her own hand lifting to cup her other breast, squeeze it as he was doing.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“You have me.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Let me touch you first,” he said. His gaze fell to her pussy, glowing red as he watched what he was doing to her.
She, too, dropped her eyes then, need and tension gathering in the center of her being as she watched his finger stroke in and out of her cunt. Every time he pulled out, she could see her own cream gleaming wetly over his skin, disappearing within her when he entered again, engulfed by the delicate, swollen folds of her sex up to the base.
“Don’t move,” he said as he knelt before her, her thighs widely spread. Then slowly, he bent his head, his eyes locking with hers.
A shudder coursed through her as she watched him open his mouth, slip out his tongue to lick those swollen folds, drawing her cream into his mouth.
She tensed, fisting her hands over the chest, unable to tear her gaze away from the way he was slowly eating her up, like a banquet, a feast. She could hardly bear it when his eyelashes dropped, a growl vibrating against the entrance of her pussy as he began to suck her in earnest.
“Oh, God, yes,” she sobbed, overwhelmed by the decadent feel of his hot, greedy mouth on her cunt. She pushed her hips against his face, already desperate to be freed of the tension eating her up inside, clenching every fiber of her being. “Gabriel…oh, God.”
At that deep, single stroke of his tongue delving inside her, she cried out, momentarily blinded as a shot of pleasure pulsed through her in shockwaves, her body rocking in spasms of ecstasy. He drank up the juices of her orgasm as if he’d been starved for it for years.
As a lingering wave of pleasure shuddered inside her, he stood and pulled off his shirt, then unzipped his trousers. Stella stared as the bulging head of his cock appeared, the tip dribbling with semen.
“Come here,” she whispered, reaching out to cup his buttocks over his slacks as he did so. His trousers were only unzipped, still clinging to his hips, and she pulled them down swiftly, taking his member into her mouth as soon as it was freed.
Gabriel groaned when she took him, sucking the tip greedily, eager to taste him like she had before, in another life, another time. His taste was exotic, yet familiar, salty, strong, as rich as his scent.
