Isabelle: Elite
I woke up the next morning to find Gabe already gone from the bed. I washed up and pulled a robe over my naked body. The man didn’t like to sleep with clothes, and he’d been insatiable throughout the night. He blamed our long time apart, and I couldn’t deny everything he made me feel either. Hot, achy, and wanted and needed.
I headed into the kitchen area to find him on the phone. Wearing a pair of gym shorts, he barked orders at the unlucky person on the other end and paced back and forth as he spoke.
He turned, caught sight of me, and his gaze warmed. “Just take care of it,” he said, disconnecting the call.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
He nodded. “Just business.”
I walked over to the coffeepot, which had obviously been delivered earlier, and poured myself a cup of hot coffee, added milk and one artificial sweetener packet before turning toward him. “Speaking of business, I’d like to find Lucy and see the site where Elite will be.”
“I thought we could spend the day seeing the island. Work will be there when we’re finished.”
I raised an eyebrow, knowing I had to put my foot down now or this was never going to work between us. “Or I can see Elite this morning and free myself up for you the rest of the afternoon.” I drew a long sip of the coffee, needing the caffeine to begin flowing through my veins, especially if I was going to go up against Gabe’s determination.
I saw the argument going on within him before his shoulders relaxed and he obviously gave in. “I’ll call Lucy and have her take you down.”
I blinked. No way had I thought it would be that easy. “Really?”
I placed my now-half-empty cup down on the counter and strode over to him, winding my arms around his neck. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” I pressed against his warm body, rubbing my cheek against his.
A low rumble escaped from his chest. “You’re making it harder,” he muttered.
I laughed. He’d given me what I wanted. From the thick erection poking at my stomach, he needed something too. I could afford to be generous. And since he’d denied me the ability to really play with him last night, I wanted to now.
I slipped my hand into the waistband of his shorts and grasped his cock.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he warned me. “If you want to get going, you’d better do it before I change my mind.”
“I didn’t say it had to be this second,” I murmured, pulling his shorts down at the same time I went to my knees.
I glanced up at him. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight. “You need to relax,” I said, gliding my hand up and down his long, thick length, trying not to be too overwhelmed by the size.
Lance, thank God, hadn’t liked o**l s*x—in either direction—and to be honest, neither had I. Gabe had completely altered my perception of the act, and I wanted to give this to him. I needed to.
His hand came to rest on the top of my head at the same time I leaned forward and licked at the round head, already leaking. He groaned, and his touch turned into a firm grip on the back of my head. I moaned at his commanding touch at the same time I encased as much of him as I could inside my mouth.
I can’t say I knew what I was doing, especially not in this position. The few times with Lance had been early in our relationship, and he’d been lying on the bed. Instinct had guided me to my knees with Gabe, and instinct had me licking and sucking him now.
“You’re so damned good with that mouth, baby,” he said, the praise in his tone only making me want to keep going, to please him more.
I pulled him in deeper, inhaling his rich, musky scent as I slid my tongue up and down the length, grazing him lightly with my teeth.
He groaned and thrust forward, the head of his c**k hitting the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given me.
“Relax, kitten. You can take me if you do.”
His words and the certainty in his voice both inspired me and eased my sudden panic, and I did as he said, surprised when, with his next thrust forward, I was able to relax and swallow around him.
His big body shuddered, and his hand tightened in my hair. A steady pumping of his hips followed, and I managed to lick, suck, and take him deep each time.
Above me, he swore, shook, and I knew he was close. Without warning, he pulled out, reached down, and lifted me into his arms. “What’s wrong?”
“Not coming anywhere but inside you,” he muttered, backing me into the wall. He lifted my short robe and slammed into me on a rough groan, filling me completely.
I closed my eyes at the sheer rightness of the moment, but he tugged at my hair. “Look at me.”