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I can't take it anymore. I lift her hips again and pull her back down, pressing my cock against her pussy. She grips my shoulders, her fingers digging into me as I guide my cock into her pussy.

I feel her suck me in tightly. I wait for a moment as pleasure rushes through both of us. Then she presses her hips down and my cock slides all the way into her, and I groan deeply.

My cock is throbbing inside her.

I grab her hips and let her ride me, let her move how she wants to move.

She curves her back and slides back and forth on top of me.

Then she slows down and presses her body against mine so that I am buried deep inside her. I can't take this anymore. I need to consume her entirely.

I wrap my hand around her throat and lift her slightly, holding her hips I swing her around. Her back slams into the bed and I press her legs wide open with my hips. One hand is now wrapped around her thigh, holding her legs open and my other hand is around her delicate throat. She cries out when I thrust hard into her.

I push myself deep into her pussy then slide out and thrust again.

"Alex." Her lips whisper my name in erotic tones.

I thrust into her again and again.

"Little one, you feel so wet, so tight," I growl, pinning her to the bed and fucking her hard.

She arches her back and I know she is about to come.

I grind against her, and she begins to shudder.

I pull her up against me, my arm around her waist, and whisper, "Give yourself to me."

Her body convulses with pleasure and her pussy clamps tight around my cock and she comes all over me as I explode into her at the same time.

We lay in bed together, the night drifting on in slow waves. Gabi has fallen asleep in my arms and the last thing I want to do now is leave, but I need to get home.

I brush her hair gently across her face, my fingers tracing her soft skin. She moans softly but does not wake up.

Carefully I unwrap my arms from around her beautiful body and reluctantly I lift myself off her bed. Standing next to the bed I stare at her for a long time. The beautiful curve where her waist meets her ass, her delicate hand laid across the pillow, her soft hair a wave of curls around her.

I want all of her. I don't just want these stolen moments of wild passion. I want so much more.

I want everything. I want long talks and silly laughter. I want to wake up and make coffee for her. I want us to cook together and do the boring things life needs us to do, which I don't think will be as boring with her at my side. I want to take her on adventures and show her the world.

I sigh.

Why did she leave the party? Why did she not answer any of my messages or calls since then? Why would she not speak to me tonight? Yet when I came over here, she kissed me intensely, passionately, without hesitation, and pulled me into her house. What is it that she wants from me? Is this maybe all I am to her? A fling?

Quietly I pull my clothes on, glancing at my watch I am surprised to see how late it is. I hope Bella is in bed and has not realized I am still out. I look at Gabi again. I worry about what impact it would have on Bella if I took things further with Gabi and it did not work out. I just need to know why she left the party like that. I thought things were going so well. I thought we were growing so close and then it was just over in a flash, as quickly as it began, and I have no idea why.

I sigh and turn away from her. I had better get back home.

I walk as quietly as I can out of her house, opening her front door gently and then closing it behind me just as gently. I hope I did not wake her.

When I walk into my house my head is flooded with images of Gabi. Her hips rocked against me, her back arching, her perfect breasts. I walk through to my room and strip down, climbing into bed naked. I close my eyes and cannot stop thinking about her.

Sleep does not find me no matter how hard I try. I toss and turn throughout the night, frustrated, and upset.

Why did I not just talk to her tonight? Maybe I should have woken her up before I left, but I guess it was not really the right time. Will there ever be a right time?

I lay on my back staring at the ceiling and thinking in the dark.

Soon the morning light starts fading into my room.

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