One Night with Cinderella - Niobia Bryant Page 0,10

to grip her bottom. She looked over his shoulder at the up-and-down motion of his buttocks as he stroked away. His muscles clenched with each movement. A trickle of sweat coursed down his back and disappeared in the deep groove between his hard buttocks.

It was a glorious sight to see.

He lightly bit down on her shoulder as his body went stiff.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered in between pants.

He replaced his teeth with a kiss. “I don’t want this to end. Not yet,” he said, his own breathing labored as he waited for his orgasm to recede.

“No. Don’t. Not yet,” she agreed, turning her head to the side to face his.

They shared a soft laugh as they looked at one another.

Monica stroked the side of his face and was surprised when he turned his head to kiss her palm. She gave him an inquisitive look at the tender move.

“You’re beautiful,” he admitted.

She made a face of disbelief. “No, you are,” she said, stroking his buttock with her heel as she massaged his back with her fingertips.

He chuckled.

She tightened her walls against his hardness.

He stopped laughing and shifted his arm around her waist to hold her close before turning both their bodies so that she was atop him. She looked down into his silvery-blue eyes that seemed to blaze against his light brown complexion. Her gaze searched his face. Missing nothing. Not even the small scar on his chin that was barely hidden by the shadow of his beard.

Feeling bold and confident, she removed his arm from around her and slowly sat up straight as she drew her hands up his sides and across his chest to press against his pecs. She flipped her hair back over her shoulder to have a clear view of his face as she began to ride him. His eyes seemed to fill with wonder as he watched her move her body like a snake, her one hand held up in the air.

Gabe ran his hands up her thighs to her belly and up to cup a breast in each hand.

“Aaaaaaah,” Monica cried out, letting her head fall back so that the tips of her hair tickled the top of her buttocks as he eased one hand up to press against her throat with his index finger near her mouth.

She turned her head to suck the tip into her mouth and was rewarded when she felt him get harder inside of her. The base of his inches stroked against her bud, fueling the slow and steady rise of yet another climax. She was anxious for it to explode.

She moaned with a wince of pure anticipation.

Gabe sat up to draw one taut brown nipple into his mouth as he gripped her hips to slam down as he thrust his own upward, sending his hardness against her fleshy bud with slight force. Again. And again. And again.

The combination of him licking her nipples and her swollen and aching bud being plucked like a chord was earth-shattering. She quickened her pace, back and forth on his length, as he matched her speed. “Yes,” she sighed. “Yes.”

“I’m with you,” he moaned against her cleavage before moving to her other breast to suck and lick it as if starved.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, her throat dry from her panting and gasps of pleasure. Her entire body felt heated as she exploded with the first sweet wave of her release.

Gabe roared with his own release as he held her tightly and continued to taste her nipples.

Monica was lost as she rested the side of her face atop his head and bit down on her bottom lip as she succumbed to her climax and felt a wave of pure pleasure made all the more electric by Gabe free-falling into the abyss with her. Their rough cries filled the air, blending with the drone of late-night traffic as their sexual haze came to a shuddering end that left them both sweaty, panting and fighting for control of the rapid pounding of their hearts.

As he lay back and she shifted her body on top of him, her head on his hard chest, she marveled at what they’d shared. She wondered if he had experienced such pleasure, such invisibility of inhibitions and such electricity before. Because she hadn’t. Not ever. And wondered if she would ever again.

Just this once.

That had been her request, and she knew it was for the best. Even as they lay in each other’s arms weakened by their explosive climax, regret was settling in. She nibbled