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Gabriel helps me strip right there in our room, his hands carefully pulling my shirt up over my head. I’m not wearing a bra. I didn’t see the point after changing out of my hospital gown when the wire would come so close to my stitches and could cause me pain. He gently eases my panties and sweats off at the same time, and then he quickly strips down himself.
I’ll never grow tired of how incredibly fit and sculpted his body is; not an ounce of fat covers her perfectly chiseled chest and abs. His shoulders are a perfect kind of muscled, strong and bulging but not overly so. Even the patch of gauze covering the bullet wound on his shoulder lends to his incredibly masculine appearance. I feel a tingle of excitement at the sight of him, but Gabriel seems intent on meeting my basic needs.
Tenderly, he braces my arms and walks me to the shower. I wait as he turns it on and lets the water grow warm. Then he helps me into the tiny space and closes the curtain. I step beneath the showerhead and groan with appreciation as its warmth seeps into me.
Gabriel doesn’t let me do a thing as he takes my shampoo and squirts a generous amount into his palm before massaging it into my hair. I close my eyes and relish the sensation, loving every moment of his touch. When he tips my head back beneath the flow of water, I comply readily, my hands gripping his hips for stability as I let him do all the work. He conditions my hair as well before moving on to my body, which he soaps with the utmost care.
When it comes to the gauze covering my own stitches, he does his best to keep it dry for as long as possible, only allowing it to get wet when we rinse the suds from my skin. There’s nothing sexual about our shower, despite how intimate it feels. And without so much as a kiss, I step once more from the shower as Gabriel towels me dry.
He replaces my bandage, and I help him put new gauze on his own. Then we make our way back into the bedroom. I pull one of his oversized T-shirts on as he dons a pair of basketball shorts, and then we clamber into bed, both exhausted by the day’s events.
As Gabriel leans back in bed, I snuggle close, resting my cheek on his good shoulder as I lay my arm across his chest.
“I’m sorry we didn’t have our wedding night,” I whisper as he holds me close.
His hands squeeze me gently, pulling me close as he presses a kiss on my forehead. “Don’t worry. We’ll make up for it,” he promises, his voice filled with heat.
Tipping my face up, I meet Gabriel’s lips for a tender kiss, and his hand cups my jaw. His thumb grazes my cheek, setting my skin on fire as we make out gently, our tongues tangling in a slow, passionate embrace.
Excitement bubbles to life inside me, and I feel Gabriel’s cock growing hard against my hip as he turns to pull me closer. His hand trails down from my face and over my breasts, massaging them before moving on to lightly graze my belly. His fingers skim down my thigh until he reaches my knee, and he gently pushes my legs open, one after the other. As his hand reaches the hem of my shirt, the anticipation of his touch makes my core clench, and I feel my arousal beginning to coat my slit.
When his fingers find my slit a moment later, I gasp with the intensity of my need. I can hardly believe how good it feels to have his hand exploring me, his fingers sliding between my fold and circling my clit.
“My insatiable dirty girl. You’re already wet for me,” he purrs against my lips, sending a shiver down my spine.
“It feels so good,” I breathe, the air moving more quickly between my lips.
As his fingers continue to stroke and play with me, sliding inside me before tracing up to roll my clit, I reach into his basketball shorts to grip his hard cock. Gabriel groans as I start to stroke him, relieving some of the tension building as he stokes my own pleasure.
When he presses two fingers inside my pussy as he continues to tease my clit with his thumb, I feel myself climbing closer to orgasm. My gasps transition into mewls of pleasure as my legs tremble, spreading wider as my hips start to lift up off the bed.
“Easy, baby,” he whispers, his hands stilling until my hips settle back onto the bed. “No moving, or I’ll stop. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
I nod, knowing he’s right, but my thoughts are too clouded with lust for me to formulate words. As soon as he has my cooperation, Gabriel starts again, finger fucking me so gently, I can hardly believe how turned on I am. But every small shift of his hand, every curl of his fingers pushes me higher, building my pleasure until I’m almost vibrating with the intensity of it.
His own breathing grows more labored as his cock continues to swell and stiffen in my grasp, his hips rocking gently against my hip as he fucks my hand, so my efforts are minimal. I can tell he’s getting close as his kisses become more adamant, his lips consuming mine ferociously.
“Fuck, Winter, I love you so much,” he growls.
“I love you too,” I whimper, so close to the edge I don’t think I could hold my orgasm back if I tried.
“Then come for me, love,” he commands.
A burst of euphoria erupts through my body, sending tingling pleasure to my fingers and toes and leaving me breathless. My pussy pulses around his fingers as my clit twitches with each wave of ecstasy, and I cry out. I’m so lost in my own pleasure, I hardly notice the first spurt of cum that erupts from Gabriel’s cock and coats my wrist inside his shorts.
He grunts, and I resume stroking him until I’m sure he’s released every drop. Shuddering to a stop, we both collapse onto the mattress, his fingers still inside my pussy, mine still wrapped around his cock. As we both come down from our high, I glance up to meet Gabriel’s electric gaze. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and his humor makes me laugh lightly.
“Well, that’s not our typical practice, but it still worked,” he says and joins me in laughing.
Perhaps not, but somehow, it still felt just as intimate, both of us craving each other and desperate to meet each other’s needs.
Gabriel presses a light kiss to my lips and gently extracts his fingers as I remove my hand from his basketball shorts. He rolls out of bed, stripping his shorts as he goes and tossing them into the hamper with ease on his way to the bathroom. I hear water running momentarily, and then he returns, the cum wiped from his body, a wet washcloth in hand so he can clean up the mess he made of my wrist. Once we’re both thoroughly clean, he tosses the washcloth into the hamper as well, and he dons a fresh pair of shorts.
In bed once more a minute later, he pulls me close, careful not to disrupt my injury as he spoons me, his arm circling my ever-growing belly. His lips hover inches from my ear, and he murmurs sweet nothings to me as I slowly fade into sleep, warm and safe in Gabriel’s arms.
28
Winter
