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She might not be a curvy Marilyn Monroe but she really turned him on. She could feel it in the way his hands shook ever so slightly and the way his breathing was just a little uncontrolled. Just for a brief window in time, her big, powerful boss was not the man who ruled the world but someone very human, someone driven by responses he couldn’t tame, and she had done that. Her self-confidence soared.
‘You’re beautiful,’ she heard him breathe.
She gripped his sinewy shoulders as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down. She was completely naked and she didn’t want to run for cover.
Two fumbling encounters with Alan before being ditched for a sexier model had left Alice with a punishing lack of self-confidence. If someone had told her that she would be able to do this—to stand in front of one of the sexiest men she could ever hope to meet and not feel embarrassed at her body—she would have laughed in disbelief. But that was exactly what she was doing now.
He parted her thighs with his hand and she curled her fingers into his hair and gasped as he traced the folds of her womanhood with his tongue. When he slipped it into her moistness, her legs almost gave way. The pleasure was unbearable.
This was refined torture as he teased her, bringing her to dizzy heights before allowing her to subside. She was wet, throbbing, aching from wanting more.
He lifted her onto the bed and then laid her down and looked at her.
Her body was slim and graceful. Her breasts were just the right size. Her hair was like spun silk. He stepped out of his boxers. He was so hard for her that it was going to be a challenge to stop himself from doing the unthinkable; he knew that if she just touched him there he would release his seed like a teenager with no control.
Alice could scarcely breathe. She was overwhelmed with excitement. It coursed through her veins like a drug, washing away everything in its rampaging path. She had to squirm and resist touching herself to try to staunch the throbbing.
He settled on the bed and straddled her. She reached to touch him and he stayed her hand.
‘No way.’ Gabriel barely recognised the shakiness in his voice. ‘If you do... I’m too turned on...’
‘That’s nice.’
‘It’s better than nice,’ he growled in response. He lowered himself over her and she sighed and wriggled when he began teasing her breasts with his tongue.
‘Hands above your head,’ he commanded. Her nipples were big, pink discs and he tasted them delicately before taking one into his mouth and suckling on it, not letting up, enjoying her whimpers of delight and the way she moved, unable to keep still.
If she felt like a kid in a candy shop, then that was how he felt as well. The novelty of it was incredible, invigorating, exceptional.
When he could no longer bear the foreplay, he fumbled for his wallet, which he had dropped on the bedside table, and removed a condom.
Through the haze of her desire, Alice recognised a guy who took no chances. When he said that he did not involve himself in relationships for the long haul, he wasn’t kidding.
She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he put it on, fast and expertly. He was so big that she marvelled that he had not had any unfortunate accidents in the past from splitting one of them.
Their eyes met for the briefest of moments and he grinned.
‘No risks, right?’ she asked lightly and he nodded.
‘Never.’
He nudged into her and then pushed harder so that she felt every bit of his girth rubbing inside her, sending waves of sensations shooting through her body. She clung. It was all she could do. Her short nails dug into his back as he moved harder and harder. Her legs wrapped round him and their bodies fused into one.
Her orgasm was deep, long and mind-blowing. Alice felt as if she was flying, soaring upwards, splintering into a thousand exquisite pieces. Her body arched as wave upon wave of unbearable pleasure coursed through her. One final thrust and he came as well, rearing up and groaning. Shudders of release ripped through his big body.
Unbelievable.
‘Did the earth move for you?’ he asked roughly, half-joking, half-serious, because it had damn well moved for him.
They had rolled onto their sides and were facing one another. It seemed perfectly natural. She had to lower her eyes because she felt so...tender towards him. That perfect moment of coming together was one of the few times when his guard was completely down, she suspected, and she supposed that it was the same for her. Now it was time for them to retreat to the people they were and tenderness didn’t play any part in that.
‘Shall I tell you how good you are?’ she murmured teasingly and he clasped her fingers between his and kissed them one by one.
