needed more so I begged. I’d beg and plead and scream if he’d give me more.
“Don’t need your words, honey. Your pussy’s so fucking wet I can’t wait. Grind down on my fingers.”
Yes.
Then like some sort of wild, wanton woman I shamelessly fucked myself on his fingers. I ground my clit on the heel of his palm, rolled my hips, and took myself to orgasm faster than I thought possible. And as fast as it came, pleasure shot through me spurring me on, wanting more. Not wanting the shards of white-hot ecstasy to end.
But it did. My climax waned, I lost Gabe’s fingers. After that, I lost the heat of his body, and I stumbled forward. My hands landed on the bed before I could fall flat on my face.
“Don’t move.”
He needn’t have worried; my legs were so weak I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. The sound of clothes coming off had me craning my neck to look behind me.
I greedily took in Gabe’s bare chest. If the muscles on his back were impressive the ridges and valleys of his well-defined abs were awe-inspiring.
“Yeah, honey, just like that.”
One of his hands went to the small of my back. The other popped the button of his pants and I watched as he shoved them down and his cock sprang free. Long and thick and hard.
It was sensory overload. The sight of Gabe. His fingertips grazing my ass. The sound of his harsh breathing. The weight of his gaze on me. All of it too much.
Predatory.
Hungry.
Like he was going to make a meal out of me. A tremor of excitement crawled up my spine and I fought to keep my knees from buckling.
“Gabe,” I whispered as he rolled a condom down his length.
A plea to hurry? A demand to fuck me? A panic-filled cry not to hurt me?
Whichever he read in my voice his features softened a fraction as he yanked the scrap of lace to the side and circled my opening with the head of his cock.
“Chest to the bed and tip your ass higher.”
Gabe might’ve given me direction but he didn’t wait for me to comply. His hand glided up my back, stopping between my shoulder blades and he pushed me down. Not soft, not hard, just enough for me to know he was in charge.
In control.
I didn’t need to think, over-analyze, wonder, doubt, get stuck in my head unsure what to do. If Gabe wanted something he’d take it. He’d show me.
I lowered myself to the bed and something deep inside of me unlocked. My body softened and yielded under him. A peace settled over me and I could feel.
Really feel.
Gabe’s hands were rough, calloused. The hair on his thighs tickled the back of my legs. The string of my panties dug into my skin where it was pulled tight. My excitement coated the inside of my thighs. My breasts ached. My pussy was hot and ready.
The head of Gabe’s cock nudged inside and I could feel that, too. The stretch, the anticipation, the need to be filled overwhelmed me.
“We’ll take this slow.”
No. I could finally feel. I didn’t want slow.
“Please don’t hold back.”
“Honey, it’s gonna be—”
“Please, Gabe. I need this to be real.”
“Real?”
“I need you to be you. I need everything you can give me. Don’t hold back.”
I wasn’t sure I was making sense. I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for. I just knew that I wanted to get lost in the pleasure Gabe could give me and I didn’t want to think about it. I wanted out of my damn head.
Gabe groaned a curse and in one hard thrust drove his cock so deep I came up on my toes.
“Oh, God.”
Without giving me a moment to catch my breath Gabe set a punishing pace. Driving in and out so hard my neck arched back and I chanted his name. Or maybe I was speaking in tongues and babbling nonsense.
My body was trembling, Gabe showed no signs of slowing, his grip on my hips bruising.
“You gonna give me what I need?”
“Anything,” I blurted out.
“Fuck,” he grunted and slammed into me harder. “Put your hand between your legs.”
I twisted to do his bidding, causing the comforter to chafe my nipples. I felt that, too.
Finally, freaking finally.
I shoved my hand between my legs and it was met with his. Gabe guided my hand lower until my spread fingers brushed the shaft of his cock as it slid in and out.