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He sighed and she felt him shake his head against hers. “Look at you,” he said, his voice going dark and rough. “Look at you, Veronica.”
He lifted her hips, sliding his knees beneath her thighs again, raising her up so he could crouch over her and fuck her more deeply. He curled around her, ducking his head, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She cried out in shock at the new pleasure. His teeth against her nipple, pulling too hard at her, as he fucked her faster, harder.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, circling her clit, pressing desperately at that pleasure. “Please,” she gasped, begging her own body, begging him. She just wanted this once. Okay, she wanted it a thousand times, but just one time to start. One time with Gabe, coming with him deep inside her, coming while he fucked her, while the muscles of his neck and shoulders and arms strained.
She slid an arm around his back, trying to clutch him, but he was slick with sweat and her fingernails slipped along his spine, making him grunt against her breast.
It was that one little thing that pushed her to the edge. The feel of his sweat under her hand as he fucked her, the rawness of that, the knowledge that he was fucking her so hard, that it was real for him, too.
“Gabe,” she ground out, her teeth clenched against the pressure building suddenly inside her. “Oh, God... Gabe.” She tried to hold back a scream, but she couldn’t. The cry escaped her in a ragged animal sound, and then another one as her orgasm rolled through her in waves. He kept fucking her, moving faster as she rubbed her clit until it all became too much and she had to stop. She sobbed as the orgasm began to fade.
He held himself still then, his cock tight inside her as his chest heaved. He waited until her gasps quieted to sighs. Then he raised his head from her breast and watched again. She watched, too, marveling at the sight of his body disappearing over and over into hers.
“Fuck,” he finally whispered, his thrusts growing a little rougher. “Ah, fuck, Veronica.” She watched his face as he came and felt so thankful she hadn’t missed it. His teeth were bared in a grimace, his eyes shut tight as he pumped into her. She scratched her nails up his shoulder, then tangled her fingers in his hair. His cock jerked inside her.
He finally relaxed with a drawn-out sigh as his eyes opened. He stared at her for a long moment. She stared back.
“Please,” he finally said, “tell me that qualified as really fucking.”
She laughed, wincing at the strange feeling of his penis still inside her. “That definitely qualified.”
“Thank God. I was going to have to write in for advice if it didn’t.”
She squeezed her eyes closed as he slid free of her and rolled to the side.
“Dear Veronica,” he said, “I gave it everything I had, and still...”
Her laughter dissolved into giggles, and tears wet her eyes. She pressed a hand over her mouth to try to stifle her hilarity, but it took a few moments.
Gabe kissed her shoulder and got out of bed. Right. They were done now. She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked around, regretting that they hadn’t gotten under the covers before they did it. Now she was just sprawled naked and wet on the bed with no defenses, and that was not the position she wanted to be in when he left.
When she heard the water in the bathroom come on, Veronica scrambled up to climb to the head of the bed and pull the covers back. Unfortunately, the bedding was caught under her knees. She shifted several times from one knee to the other, trying to tug the blanket down, and she’d just barely gotten it free when Gabe walked back in, looking lean and hot and very, very naked.
She froze, kneeling and half-bent on the bed and feeling very, very naked herself.
“Good idea,” he said. “I’m freezing.”
He took the blanket from her hand and held it a little higher so she could scoot in. She did, if only to get her naked body underneath something. Gabe followed her and even though she scooted over as far as she could, he was still pressed against her side when she stopped. She clutched the blanket tight under her chin and stared at the dark space of the ceiling.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She could feel him watching her and she felt acutely embarrassed about the whole thing. He knew too much about her, and right now she just wanted to play it off as nothing. Just sex. Just an orgasm. Because now she felt convinced he was treating her as if she were fragile. If she hadn’t revealed her secrets, would he still be here? Would he be cuddled so close? Would he be reaching up to gently tip her face toward his?
“Veronica?” he whispered.
She hoped that her expression was as hard to read as his was, but she was facing the light leaking in from the other room. He could probably see every anxious thought written on her skin.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “This is weird.”
He frowned. “What’s weird?”
“Pillow talk?” she guessed.
His frown vanished and he kissed her. She could feel his chuckle against her mouth. “I guess it is weird. Do you want me to go?”
“No! I mean, only if you want to. It’s just such a weird shift. To be so utterly intimate, to be at your most...animalistic...”
