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Chapter Seventeen
- Gabriel -
Was this how kryptonitemade Superman feel?
I doubted it.
I came hard so hard the back of my calves ached from the pressure and my arms still felt shaky even as we laid together, slowly catching our breath.
I wanted to tell her...
But it didn’t seem fair.
I wanted her to know how mind-fucked I was, realizing the most incredible sexual experience of my life was one I didn’t dare repeat. Maybe I couldn’t explain the details to her, but I couldn’t just lie there like a satiated beast whose only concern was taking care of his own pleasure.
I pushed sweat-dampened locks of hair off her forehead as Suzanne rested her head against my chest and her hand across my abdomen.
“I hope that was alright.”
What the fuck? Fucking idiot.
There were facets of this persona I enjoyed. I liked being a gentleman. I liked taking her to dinner, opening car doors, having a freakin’ conversation instead of issuing orders and lying to her all the time.
I didn’t like restraining myself. I didn’t want to frighten her, but something told me she could handle the real me...if she ever got the chance to know him. So, instead of telling her how fucking amazing she was and that my cock had never felt as good as it had when I was balls deep inside her, I asked a lame-ass question like ‘was it alright?’
What the ever-loving-fuck was that?
I tried to cover up my stupidity before she could answer. “I know it’s our first time...I hope I didn’t offend you.”
I didn’t know how Suzanne felt, but I had crossed a line for damn sure. I never went down on a woman on a first date. Since I rarely had a “girlfriend,” the experience was unique, not one I easily indulged in, though the feel of a woman’s pussy beneath my tongue was pretty damn close to perfection in my eyes. When the opportunity presented itself, I savored her, giving her every bit of the attention she deserved and more than she could usually handle.
The minute Suzanne’s lips had touched my cock, I knew I’d return the favor. I’m embarrassed to even admit it to myself, but I didn’t stop her from licking and kissing my dick the way she did because I was ready to come.
I stopped her because I couldn’t wait to taste her wetness...to feel her hot pussy around my cock...to tease her with my tongue until neither one of us could take anymore.
As soon as I felt her body tightening, I knew she was on the verge. I had to give her that gift, let her come on her own so I could watch the waves of passion sweep through her. I wanted to make sure she knewit was all about her.
But when her second orgasm built, and my spine tingled with the anticipation of reaching that peak with her...when she wrapped her legs around my hips and positioned herself so that my cock was buried within her as deep as it could go, I...ah,shit.
That familiar feeling stirred again as the blood flowed freely once more.
“Offend me?” Suzanne whispered with her face still pressed to my chest as she traced small circles on my abdomen.
I grimaced, fighting for breath, knowing that the bastard was on the move once again.
“No, you didn’t offend me.” Her hand stopped moving. “That was beautiful. I...I hope you think so, too.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. She was just too good for a bastard like me, wasn’t she?
I twirled a lock of hair between my fingers and chose my words carefully, which went against everything my gut and cock told me to do.
“It was perfect.”
More than perfect. When the most brilliant sunset is lost to memory by the next night’s version. When the loveliest of smiles fades and the next laugh produces another...it was perfect in the moment, perfect for our first time, perfect compared to any experience I’d ever had with other women.
But perfection is fleeting. As my cock flinched and flexed with the anticipation of another chance at achieving “perfection,” I knew I should deny him. There was every chance achieving perfection would become an addiction. How did you soar to those heights, reach that pinnacle, feel as if you’d finally found the one body that could tame yours, and then walk away from her?
Because that’s what I had to do, didn’t I? It wouldn’t matter now how it happened. On my terms or hers. I’d crossed another line - I had taken more than I had given.
