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Gabe strode toward me, pressing me back against the door, his eyes dark and hot on my face as he grabbed a boob and gave it a good squeeze. “Please. You know full well I can make you come three times in twenty minutes. Just relax.” He took my lips in a hard kiss, forceful and commanding, then turned me around so my face was pressing against the door. Running his teeth along the side of my neck, pushing his hand under my shirt, playing with my bare breasts until I could have screamed, he was such a master of my body. I was already panting and hot when he slid his hand under my skirt and between my legs, and his groan made me shiver. “I fucking love it when you don’t wear underwear.”
“Me too,” I gasped.
He dipped his finger in my wet heat, then circled my clit, rubbing lightly at first, then harder and faster until I came completely undone. Before I could even catch my breath, he turned me around and kissed me again, savagely. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me, shoved my skirt up to my waist and leaned in, flicking his tongue over my clit.
“Make some noise, Allegra.”
I let out a moan, burying my fingers in his hair when he hooked my leg over his shoulder and ran his tongue up my slit. I moaned again, louder this time, when he pushed a finger inside me while licking me. “Yes,” I groaned. “Just like that. Oh god, you’re…” I couldn’t even finish the thought as he pushed a second finger inside me and stretched me wide.
He pulled back, rubbing my clit with the thumb of one hand while finger fucking me with the other. “Look at me.”
I forced my eyes open, letting him see everything he was doing to me, until I lost control again. My head fell back against the door, and, bucking my hips against his hands, I chased my second orgasm, crying out as I crested the wave.
I had barely come back down to earth when Gabe got up, half-dragging, half-carrying me across to the dining table. He shoved a chair out of the way and bent me over. Laying my hands palms down on the table, I waited breathlessly for him to undo his pants, but instead, he pressed himself against me while he ran his hands over me, up to my breasts where he tweaked my nipples, then back down to my ass, squeezing and caressing. Toying with me.
“Just fuck me already.”Slap.My breath hissed out of me. God, it was so perfect. “Unless you think you can’t, of course.”Slapagain,on the other ass cheek. “Or are you gonna make me beg for it?”
“You know I am.” Another slap, just for good measure. “I fucking love it when you beg.”
I could feel his erection thick and hard against my ass, and I wanted it inside me so desperately. I didn’t have it in me to fight back. “Please, Gabe, I’m begging you, fuck me hard.” I tried to calm my breathing when I heard him unzipping his jeans, and let out a long, low moan when I felt him push a finger inside me, coating it, before pulling it out and running it over my asshole.
“What do you want?”
Pushing my hips back against him, I said, “You. Please, fuck me. I want your cock. I need it.” Taking my hips in a hard grasp, he kicked my legs wide and shoved into me all at once, making me cry out. “Yes!”
With one hand in my hair, pulling back so I had to arch my spine, the finger of his other hand playing with my asshole, he pumped into me so hard the table moved. I dug my heels into the floor, bracing myself against the onslaught, loving every second of it. I went over the edge again, shattering into a million pieces for him. Screaming for him, just the way he liked.
My legs were rubbery and I was shaking all over, shivering in the afterglow. His hands were gentle this time when he pulled me up and turned me around to face him, kissing me softly, stroking my face, my shoulders, down my back. Cupping my ass and holding me against his still hard cock. His Still. Hard. Cock. Oh, Jesus. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking up and down his entire length, giving him a little taste of the torment he loved to lavish on me.
Needing skin on skin, I pushed his shirt off, holding my arms up so he could do the same. He pushed my skirt down to my ankles, steadying me so I could step out of it. Shoving his jeans off, he sat down in a dining chair, pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. “How long have we got left?” I asked.
He glanced at the kitchen clock. “Twelve minutes.” Brushed his lips against mine gently. “Plenty of time to go nice and slow.”
This was quickly becoming my favourite kind of sex with Gabe and I tried not to think too much about why that was. At times I loved it hard and fast and demanding, loved how well he took charge of my body, always knowing what I needed. But this, soft and tender, allowing me to climb to the precipice ever so gradually, was even better. With soft kisses, light touches and gently murmured words in my ear. It hit me harder, somehow. The orgasm was always more intense.
I couldn’t stop kissing him, running my hands over his chest, across his back, into his hair. With his hands at my hips, he lifted me just enough that I could lower myself onto him, sighing at how good it felt to have his cock inside me. I rocked my hips, luxuriating in that slowly uncurling heat. Gabe kept his eyes on me, brushing my hair back from my forehead, pressing opened-mouth kisses all over my face, down my neck. Letting my head fall back, I linked my hands behind his neck, leaning back to give him access to my breasts.
He cupped them, running his thumbs over my nipples, tweaking them until I gasped. Pleasure rippled outward from where our bodies joined, pleasure so intense I could have cried from it. Gabe slid his hands around to my back and pulled me forward to kiss me. It was all I needed to come yet again and I gripped his shoulders, pressing my forehead to his, feeling the heat consume me as I flew over the precipice, knowing he would catch me.
I held him close as his body jerked in release before I collapsed forward, my chest heaving as I buried my face in his neck. The feel of his heart thundering against mine, of his arms wrapped around me, was so perfect I thought I could stay there forever. And that just wasn’t any good at all, so I forced myself to lean away, press a kiss to his lips and stand up. My legs were wobbly, and I hadn’t caught my breath yet, but, glancing at the clock, I said, “We’ll be late if we don’t go now.” That wasn’t quite true. We still had a bit of time, but still, it really wouldn’t be good to get too cozy.
“Yeah.”
Something in his tone made me flick him a quick glance. Disappointment? Hurt? What the fuck? But his face was impassive as he pulled his clothes on, so I copied him and did the same.
Ten minutes later, we were at the baseball diamond, watching Jesse warm up with Jake. Bruce and Ellen were already there, so we squeezed in next to them on the bleachers.
“Am I the only one feeling nervous?” I asked, clenching my hands together in my lap.
“Not at all,” Ellen replied with a smile.
“He’ll be fine.” Bruce’s voice was so calm and assured that I almost believed him.
As it turned out, Bruce was right. Jesse didn’t hit any home runs, but he certainly held his own in his first ever Little League game, and I could see how pleased the coach was with his effort.
I also saw how proud Gabe was. We were standing at the edge of the field when Jesse came over to us after the coach wrapped up his post-game pep talk.
“Great game, bud.”
