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The feel of his fingers running up my legs, over my ass to my hips, set me on fire. He gripped me tightly, pressing his hard cock against my ass while he ran his teeth along my neck.
“Jesus,” I whispered, and felt him grin.
He moved his hands around, over my belly and up, to cup my breasts through my strapless black bra. My nipples were already hard peaks of excitement and the way he ran his thumbs over them had me exploding out of my skin. Seriously, I’d never thought nipple play alone would make me come, but I was close.
“Mm,” he murmured, moving his hands to my back and undoing my bra, dropping it to the floor. “I think I want to watch this.” Turning me back around to face him again, he grabbed my hands and, pulling them above my head, pinned my wrists with his long fingers. With his other hand, he cupped me through my underwear, his eyes flaring when he felt how soaking wet I was.
Pushing my hips against his hand, I pleaded wordlessly with my eyes.I’m on fire. Please, help.
I felt the brush of his dress shirt against my breasts and there was something about being naked while he was still fully clothed, my vulnerability compared to his control, that only heightened my arousal.
With his eyes on mine, he hooked a finger into the waistband of my underwear, pulling it down to mid-thigh, just enough to give him access. Then he did what I wasachingfor him to do: he ran the tip of his finger over my clit, so lightly it was almost worse than no touch at all. This time, my plea was out loud. “Please.” Begging was pathetic, for sure, but I’d do anything for the release my body craved. I actually sobbed when he pushed his finger inside me, closed my eyes as he kissed me, tangling his tongue with mine. It was hot and wet and glorious and when he moved his hand faster, rubbing against my clit, I let go completely, moving my hands to grip his while I came, waves of pleasure crashing over me.
I’d barely had time to recover my breath before Gabe was scooping me into his arms, carrying me across the small dining area and down a short hallway to his bedroom. He dumped me unceremoniously onto the bed, pulled my underwear all the way off and covered my body with his. His weight pressed me into the bed in the most delicious way and I could already feel the heat coiling in me again, ready to explode a second time.
“Don’t wait,” I muttered against his lips, frantically reaching for the buttons on his shirt.
I was insistent enough to make him raise his head and look at me for a long moment. What was he doing? Checking in with me again? Seeing if I meant it? Because fuck me, I did. With the slightest nod, he leaned back enough for me to be able to reach his shirt buttons and it was all I could do not to tear the shirt right off. I was so desperate to run my hands over his bare skin. When the shirt was finally off, I gave his pants the same treatment, pushing them over his hips, then hooking my feet into the waistband to shove them all the way down so he could kick them off and onto the floor.
His body was a dream. Hard and sculpted from years of physical work, with a light smattering of dark hair across his chest. I ran my fingers through it, delighting in the texture, the muscles rippling underneath, the feel of his heart racing under my palm when I flattened it against his chest. Then there was his cock. Dear god. I wrapped my hand around it, so hard and thick and ready, and all for me.
He kissed me again and because it was almost tender and edging on sweet, I pushed at his chest, saying, “I want you to fuck me. Now. Hard.”
Without saying anything, he rolled off me, grabbed a condom from the drawer in the nightstand and ripped the packaging off. I watched him roll it on, my mouth going dry from the anticipation. He came back to me, kneeling on the bed. I thought he would cover my body with his again, but to my surprise, he grabbed my thighs in a hard grip and rolled me over onto my stomach. “You want it hard?”
“Fuck, yes.” Without another word, he pulled my hips up, lined himself up with my entrance, and shoved into me. It wasexactlywhat I wanted and the intense pleasure that shot through me had me gripping the bedspread tightly in my fists. I let out a moan on his next thrust, pushing my hips back to let him know to keep going. “Harder.”
He did as I said, holding my hips still so he could slam into me again and again until I was chasing my second orgasm. With one hand, he reached forward and grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling it just enough to make me arch my back, taking him even deeper than I had before. That was the last straw. Pleasure pulsed through me, making my body jerk, completely out of control as I tipped over the edge.
He pulled out and I collapsed forward onto the bed, but before I even had the chance to catch my breath, he flipped me back over, dragging me to the edge of the bed. Oh god, he still hadn’t come yet. We were going for round three. Standing on the floor next to the bed, he lifted my legs so my ankles rested on his shoulders and thrust into me again. I’d never in my life had more than one orgasm in one session, but tonight that was all going out the window. The angle was amazing: the way his body fit with mine hit me deep inside in a way I’d never felt before.
Gabe moved more slowly this time, giving me the chance to build up again. His strokes were deep and steady and he ran his hands over me, squeezing my breasts, toying with my nipples, rubbing at my clit with his thumb. Playing my body like it was a well-tuned instrument and he was a virtuoso musician. I was his to do with as he wished, just lying there, my fingers digging into the mattress, taking whatever he wanted to give me.
The next orgasm rolled through me slowly, building from where our bodies joined, small ripples at first, until my body arched off the bed and I let out a long, guttural moan. The pleasure was more intense than any I’d ever felt before. In that moment, I truly think that if he hadn’t been holding onto me, I would have flown away. Just left my body on the bed and soared into the night sky, shattering into a million pieces.
With my eyes closed, I felt his body jerk, heard the hitching of his breath as he reached his own release, before finally collapsing onto the bed next to me.
I did a quick inventory: I was still breathing. By some miracle my heart hadn’t exploded. My bones were…gone? Surely I was just a puddle, a liquid pool of pleasured flesh. Honestly, I couldn’t have moved if the house was on fire.
I have no idea how much time passed, both of us lying side by side on top of the covers, but eventually my heart rate returned to normal and I could breathe easily again. I felt an almost overwhelming desire to curl against him, to cuddle up and feel his arms around me. Which of course meant it was time to go. “Shit, I left my overnight bag in the car.”
“I’ll go and get it.” He got off the bed, moved over to a chest of drawers, and pulled out a pair of gray sweats. Seriously? Why did it have to be gray sweats, with those perfect abs, and his hair mussed up from having my hands running through it? My body was betraying me, I swear. He went out and I multitasked by getting under the covers while I checked out his ass. Delicious.
I didn’t look at him when he came back and dropped my bag on the bed next to me, because I really needed to get out of there and he looked way too good. I got dressed as quickly as I could, pulling on leggings, a t-shirt and a black hoodie. “Well, this has been fun.” I bounced off the bed, heading toward the bedroom door.
“Allegra.”
I stopped at the tone in his voice, looked back at him over my shoulder, an eyebrow quirked up. “Yeah?”
“Are you good?”
Checking in with me again, because of course he couldn’t just be hot, he had to be decent, too. I walked back to him, put my hand on his shoulder and stood on tiptoe to press a kiss against his lips. “Yes.” His eyes searched mine for a moment, and I held his gaze as steadily as I could, letting him know I really was okay. He nodded, seemingly satisfied, and I stepped back. “Bye.”
“Bye.”
And then Igot the fuck out of there, almost running through the house to the door like a bat out of hell, barely remembering to scoop up my dress and bra at the last minute as I hustled out the front door and into my car. I realized that I’d left my underwear on the floor in his bedroom as I was backing out of his driveway. Oh well. He could keep it as a souvenir of the most earth-shattering night of sex I’d ever experienced.
The problem now was figuring out how the hell I was supposed to get over it. How was I going to have sex with anyone other than Gabe fucking Walker ever again? Fuck. He’d ruined me forever.
