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Gael smiles, cupping my face in his hands. “Siempre.”
Always.
* * *
I run my hands down his chest, tracing the dips and grooves of his abs before sliding lower. Gael sucks in a sharp breath as I wrap my fingers around his length, stroking him with firm, purposeful pulls.
“Dios, Halima.” His eyes slam shut, head tipping back against the pillows. “Your touch drives me insane.”
I swipe my thumb over the sensitive head, grinning at the strangled groan that escapes him. “You feel so good in my hands.”
Gael’s eyes fly open, pupils blown wide with desire. “Ride me. Now.”
The growled demand sends heat spiraling through me. I position myself over his erection and slowly sink down, savoring the delicious stretch and fullness of him entering me inch by inch.
We moan in unison as I seat myself fully on him, my body molded to his. I roll my hips experimentally, gasping at the sparks of pleasure that shoot up my spine.
“Just like that, mi amor. Take your pleasure.” Gael grips my hips, helping me find a rhythm as I ride him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
I lean forward, bracing my hands on either side of his head as I move against him. The position allows him to penetrate me deeper, hitting all the right spots. “Gael, oh God.”
He surges up, wrapping one arm around my waist and tangling his other hand in my hair. His mouth finds my neck, kissing and nipping a trail up to my ear. “Come for me. Let go and come for me.”
The graveled order in my ear is my undoing. My orgasm crashes over me in waves, inner muscles clenching around Gael’s length, still buried inside me.
“Joder, Halima.” Gael thrusts up into me once, twice, spilling himself with a shout.
I collapse against his chest, breathless and sated. Gael enfolds me in his arms, our hearts pounding a furious rhythm against each other.
“Te amo,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.
* * *
We lie there for long moments, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I trace lazy circles on Gael’s chest, my fingers following the lines of his tattoos.
“You know,” Gael says finally, his voice a low rumble against my ear, “when I showed up here today, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
I lift my head to glare at him, but the effect is ruined by my grin. “Oh really? And what exactly did the great Gael, El Loco, Garcia have in mind then?”
He smiles, brushing a lock of hair from my face. “I just wanted to see you. Hold you. Tell you how you’re always on my mind.” His eyes soften, gaze turning serious. “How I think of you as mi alma. My soul.”
My breath catches at the raw emotion in his words. In this moment, wrapped in Gael’s arms, I feel cherished. Adored. Loved.
“You’re my soul too,” I whisper. “The best part of me, the part I never knew was missing until I found you.”
Gael’s answering smile is so brilliant it makes my heart ache with joy. He kisses me then, a sweet and tender joining of our lips.
When we part, I rest my head on his chest again, listening to the strong and steady beat of his heart.
“So,” I say after a while, “think we can revisit that baby idea?”
His chest rumbles with laughter beneath my cheek. “You bet your sweet ass we are.”
* * *
I laugh and give his chest a playful swat. He tilts my chin up, gazing into my eyes.
Gael growls and rolls us over so I’m pinned beneath him, his eyes glinting with challenge.
