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Instead, he pulled his fingers out and sat back as I lay there, panting and shaking with the most overwhelming desire I’d ever felt for anything.
“I think you’re ready for me.” He positioned his thick cock between my legs, fisting himself. I watched, licking my lips. He put his tip against my wetness, rubbing himself against me, getting himself slick. Then, he rubbed his entire, erect length against me, up to my clit, making me cry out. “You’re so ready.” He positioned himself over me and entered me with just his tip. He leaned over me and kissed me, and I moaned, reveling in the taste of him, his male scent mingled with the taste of my sex still on his lips.
He leaned back a little, grabbing my leg at the thigh and opening me up a little more. We locked eyes for a second, and underneath all the heat was something so much more. I reached out and ran my fingertips down his chest as he watched me, his pupils dilated. “I am ready,” I said. “And I’m so glad it’s you.”
A smile of pure joy broke out over his face, my reward for being brave enough to say that to him. He entered me, slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. My breath hitched, adjusting to the fullness, but all the fear had left me. He palmed my breast and continued to enter me slowly. I felt a flash of pain, but then he was all the way in. I sighed in relief, in the feeling of fullness. We were completely connected, his thick cock notched snugly inside of me.
Oh my God.
“Oh fuck, Lauren. You’re so tight.” His ragged voice was barely contained. He continued to thrust, still slowly, as my body stretched to accommodate his. I kept my leg up as he buried himself in me. I cried out as his hips continued to work, feeling his length inside me, touching parts of me I’d never known existed. Pleasure lit up through my whole body, a hundred parts of me coming alive under his touch. He put his fingers in his mouth, then used them to wet my already-sensitive nipples, twisting them until I arched and bucked against him. The combination of sensations was making me wild.
Gabe moaned, a low sound, and plunged into me deeper. I felt my body clench around him, trying to suck everything out of him. He went deeper and deeper, his hands on my hips, pulling me against him. Our bodies collided against each other and started to glisten with sweat.
I looked up and saw the cords standing out on his neck, his muscles taut, his drives turning ragged and almost savage. “I want you to come.” His words were a command, urgent, almost strangled.
That was all I needed. I was already so close to the edge. He reached down and circled my clit, and there were no more thoughts, just overwhelming sensation. “Gabe!” My body shook with the force of my orgasm. All my muscles clenched as I ground myself against his cock. He fucked me through my orgasm, urgently, and then he buried his face against my chest, moaning, finding his release deep inside me.
Later, after the sweat had dried from our bodies and our breathing had returned to normal, Gabe propped himself up a little and looked at me. God, he was gorgeous. His face was relaxed and happy, his hair slightly messed up.
He brushed the hair from my face and leaned down to kiss me sweetly. “That was amazing.”
I grinned at him. “It was. It was absolutely amazing.”
“Are you sore?”
The smile refused to leave my face. “A little. It was worth it.”
He leaned over me, tracing my jaw with his fingertips. Desire pooled in my belly at his touch. Even though I was sore, I wanted him. Again. Still.
“You wanted me to be your first.”
I swallowed and nodded, still slightly surprised I’d been able to say that to him.
“Now I want something.”
I looked up at him, watching his face and holding my breath.
“I want to be your last.”
Chapter 12
His words thrilled me, and did nothing to quiet the flames of desire I felt. I opened my mouth then closed it, not knowing what to say.
He put his finger over my lips, watching me intently. “If you want this to be just sex, fine. But no one else is getting in there. You’re mine.”
Shock and pleasure raced through me at his words. Mine. It felt so primal.
I laughed, trying to keep my tone light. “I don’t think you need to worry about other suitors. The only competition you’ve got is my work.”
“Fine. Then I don’t suppose you’ll have any trouble promising me
.”
My breath hitched. “Promising you what?”
He sat up again and leaned over me. He was aroused again, large and heavy against me. He traced his fingers down my body lightly. “That I’m going to be the only one. That your body is reserved for me. My hands. My mouth.” He pushed his erection between my legs and rubbed against me, feeling my slickness. “My cock.”
His eyes were hooded. “You’re already wet for me again.” He sucked on his fingers for an instant, then they were on me, fingering my soft, tender folds and finding my clit. I was sore, but that almost increased the pleasure. He slowly rubbed circles around my engorged nub, and I felt my body open up under him, wet again, almost against my will. His circles got tighter as he found the bud, rolling it beneath his fingers, making me arch and moan.
