I wanted to protest, I really wanted to, but when he sucked my bra-covered nipple into his mouth I couldn’t remember what I was objecting to.
Gabe’s idea of slow was unhurried torment.
He sucked and licked and nibbled every inch of my chest. When he was done there he moved to my throat and neck. He didn’t touch me with his hands—his mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth did all the work.
This lasted so long, I started to feel something else. Something big, because slow, gentle torment began to feel a lot like worship. Every new place he found to kiss, lick, or nip caused me to moan. In response, Gabe groaned and found a new spot. This happened over and over. So damn long I’d convinced myself he was indeed making love to me.
Dangerous.
I was so far out of my head, reduced to squirming, arching, panting, it barely registered when Gabe twisted away.
When he rolled back on top of me he was naked, his lips went to my ear, and he whispered, “Hands above your head, honey.”
Mindlessly, I did as he asked.
“When we’re done, there will be no doubt,” he warned.
I felt the head of his cock glide through my wet excitement until I had the tip but nothing else.
Then he captured both of my hands in his and twined our fingers together.
Not holding them down, not pinning them, not restricting them.
Gabe was holding my hands.
I held my breath.
I want this to be real.
He had no idea what he was doing to me. How badly I wanted a chance with him.
“No doubt?” I asked on an exhale when Gabe pushed in a little more.
“I want no doubts between us.”
I still didn’t understand but right then as Gabe slowly filled me with his cock, I was incapable of cognitive thought.
“Gabe,” I groaned.
My hips tipped up to welcome him, my head tilted back, and my eyes closed.
“Open your eyes, honey, I don’t want you to miss a second of me loving you.”
There it was again, loving me.
“I can’t watch you.” I heard my voice hitch and felt moisture gather behind my eyelids. “I can’t do it, Gabe, I’ll never get over you.”
“I hope like fuck you never do.”
My eyes snapped open to find Gabe once again staring at me.
Guard down.
Eyes on me.
Totally open.
“There’s a dead-end,” I reminded him.
I didn’t miss the pinch in my heart as I said the words.
“Just watch, Evette.”
I didn’t get a chance to watch.
Gabe lowered his head, his mouth hit mine, and stole my breath straight from my lungs.
There was kissing, then there was what Gabe was doing. Each swipe of his tongue erased some of the doubt. Each measured thrust of his hips ignited hope.
He didn’t let go of my hands. He didn’t stop kissing me. He didn’t let me catch my breath. He didn’t hurry. This wasn’t about getting off, rushing to orgasm. It wasn’t even about exploring or touching or learning the feel of me.
It was about cherishing, worshiping, savoring.
It might’ve been minutes or hours. All I knew was that I was so lost in Gabe I didn’t want it to end.
Before I was ready my body demanded I give in, and with a rush my climax hit. Wave after wave of euphoria rolled over me until I had to tear my mouth from Gabe’s or court suffocation.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I heard his demand but I wasn’t sure I could move. My knees were pressed so tight to his sides my muscles felt like they were frozen in place.
“Now, honey.”
When I still didn’t move, Gabe transferred both of my hands into one of his and used his free hand to hitch my leg around his back. That unstuck my other leg and I swung it around and locked my ankles.
That was all Gabe needed to let loose. And with me holding on, our eyes connected, he slammed home and groaned—long and loud.
I felt that noise everywhere. It ricocheted and bounced through my chest. I didn’t have a lot of experience but I was far from a virgin. Yet I’d never been made love to. Never had I felt freely. I’d never been given such a beautiful gift. And seeing Gabe’s eyes heat with pleasure then soften with trust was just that—a beautiful gift.
One that got better when, with lids at half-mast, his big body shuddered and at the same time on a rough exhale he uttered my name.