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“You had your chance to call the shots.” He turned me in his arms until I was facing him. “You’re mine now. Get on the bed.”
I licked my bottom lip and did as he asked with no hesitation. I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to lie down or just sit, but when he unbuttoned his shirt, I made the choice for him. I leaned back on my elbows and enjoyed the show. Where I got the nerve, I didn’t know. I watched every delicious moment as his fingers traveled the length of his shirt, unbuttoning as he went along. He pulled the edges of his shirt out of his trousers and shrugged the shirt from his shoulders.
My mouth fell open in full appreciation of his immaculately chiseled chest, sculpted abs, and taut stomach. A sprinkling of hair covered his chest and led to areas I couldn’t, but desperately wanted, to see. A small white scar curved around his shoulder and another one marred the flesh right below his pectoral muscle. I wondered about their origins but didn’t give it further thought because I was distracted by the sound of a buckle.
I held my breath when Gabriel reached for his belt buckle, and then I blew it out with disappointment when he stopped.
Taking two steps toward me, he reached for my hand and placed it over his belt buckle.
“You do it,” he demanded.
My hands shook as I tried to maneuver the prong through the hole until his hand covered mine. With his strong reassurance, I accomplished the task. I unbuckled his belt, then raised my eyes to his. Did I stop there or go further?
The intensity in his eyes urged me on.
The button gave way easily.
The zipper was challenged by the strength of his arousal, but with my firm insistence, it, too, admitted defeat.
I couldn’t resist my urges this time. I slid his trousers down until they hit the floor. My mouth was only inches from his hardness, firm and tenting against the fabric of his black boxers.Black silk boxers.He was the son of a working man, but this man had style. The silk slid so easily under my fingers; it didn’t seem real. The juxtaposition of something so hard encased in something so soft was more temptation than I could resist.
I used my middle finger to trace the outline of his cock before dipping into the opening of his shorts to replace the softness of silk with the smoothness of his hard erection.
Gabriel blew out a pent-up breath, then immediately sucked in another as I ran my finger from the tip of his engorged cock to its base...and then back again. When he groaned, I thought he’d had enough, but when I lifted my finger, he groaned again in disappointment.
“Again,” he ordered, then tipped my head up. “With your mouth this time.”
I kept my shyness at bay, eager to please him because I was really pleasing myself and I had no shame in that. Not with Gabriel. I ran my lips across the silk, enjoying every erotic reaction I could coerce from him. Deep breaths. Soft groans. Loud growls. I didn’t take him fully into my mouth, but I kissed and stroked every inch I could reach until he pulled back from me, nostrils flared as he stood above me, clenching his fists for control.
“Lie back.”
Gabriel loomed over me, plunging his hands into the hair on either side of my head. “My turn,” he growled seductively against my lips.
To anyone else, the words might have seemed backward, but I knew what he meant. He wanted to touch me the same way I’d touched him. That was the pleasure - it was about giving, not receiving.
He kissed his way down the lace of my slip, pausing on his journey to pull each nipple into his mouth and suck on each one in turn until my back arched off the blankets and I had to clench my thighs to assuage the overwhelming ache between them.
His hand slipped under my slip and within seconds, I was pantiless with my slip pushed up around my waist.
Nerves were a thing of the past. I eagerly parted my thighs, accommodating first his touch and then his mouth as he kissed and stroked me until I was a hot mess, writhing and straining beneath him. I was so close to an orgasm, reaching and pushing for that blissful moment until...he stopped.
I gasped, almost outraged at his decision to change tactics, as he kissed his way back to my mouth. I got over my disappointment quickly when he raised himself above me, braced on his arms and settled his body between my thighs.
Our eyes locked as I tilted my hips to accept him.
I tried to watch his face - I wanted to see his reaction, see if it felt as good for him as it did for me, but the feel of his hard cock sliding into me was more pleasure than I could handle. My eyes closed as he sank fully within me. I cried out when he angled his hips to hit that sensitive spot with each thrust. I had already been on the verge of climaxing, every nerve in my body fine-tuned to his touch, to his pressure, to finding that ultimate pleasure at his command.
It wouldn’t take long...and he knew it.
“Don’t hold back, sweetheart. Come for me, Suzanne.”
The words grated hotly across my cheek, sending shivers of anticipation and want coursing through my body.
No sooner had the words been spoken than I did as I was told to do. I shattered, coming harder than any time I could ever remember, knowing that this night together, no matter if there were a hundred more like it - or none...thiswas a night I would never forget.
It wasn’t until I rode the waves of my orgasm to completion that Gabriel increased his pace.
“I knew you’d be like this,” he groaned. “So fucking wet. Sofuckingperfect.”
I didn’t think it was possible. Within seconds, the pressure started to build again. I bit down hard on my lip, trying to hold back, wanting Gabriel to have his chance before I greedily grabbed at my second, but he simply wouldn’t let me.
“Don’t do it,” he growled. “Don’t you fucking do it, Suzanne.” He kissed me hard as he continued to angle his thrusts for deepest penetration. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. Fucking come if you want to.”
Oh, I wanted to. I so desperately wanted to. “No,” I cried out, closing my legs around his hips. “Not without you. Not this time.”
“Ah, dammit, Suzanne,” he groaned. I pulled him closer, returning every move he made, pushing him - and myself - further to the brink until...finally... we reached the precipice, if not together, then so close that it didn’t matter who came first.
