Temptation on Ocean Drive - Jennifer Probst Page 0,75
they were both naked. Gabe grabbed a condom from his pants and put it on the table, then climbed on the mattress. He spread her thighs and covered her, taking one tight nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking, nibbling with his teeth until she was so sensitive, she almost begged him to stop. He treated the other breast to the same attention, while her hands roved hungrily everywhere: the tight buttocks, his powerful thighs, his hair-roughened chest, the broad slope of his shoulders.
He worked his way down, teasing her, lifting her knees high and widening her thighs so she was open to him. Panting with need, her skin tight and hot, she cried out at the first slow swipe of his tongue on her center. He murmured sweet words, parting her folds, licking her until she squirmed helplessly under each hot lash, her orgasm shimmering just out of reach.
His lips closed around her clit, and he sucked, increasing the pressure as his index finger slid inside her channel, setting up a lazy rhythm meant to drive her to the brink of insanity. “So pretty,” he whispered. “So beautiful. Let go, sweetheart. Let me watch you.”
He sucked harder and slammed into a magical spot that shot her body upward. She came hard, screaming his name, and the hot streamers of pleasure shredding her kept going, her hips helplessly writhing beneath him.
When she managed to open her eyes again, he’d donned the condom. He knelt before her, hands on her calves, his eyes fierce with a masculine possessiveness that thrilled her, as if he were about to claim what was his. And then the past reared up, tangling with a raw need inside for a man she’d never expected, and she made a low noise in the back of her throat, clutching his shoulders.
He stopped, poised at her entrance. His jaw tightened, but his gaze was calm. “What is it?”
“I just—” She shook her head, searching for the words. “There hasn’t been anybody else. Since Matt.”
His touch gentled. “Do you want to stop?”
“No.” Even now, she ached for Gabe to fill the throbbing emptiness, but it was also another door shut behind her, knowing she’d be giving herself to another. Tears stung. “I feel too much,” she finally whispered, shutting her eyes.
“Look at me, Bella.” She forced herself to meet his gaze again, and in those dark eyes he gave her what she needed. “I do, too. I’ve been waiting for you. Only you.” He kissed her, slow and deep, taking her back under until her body screamed for his. “I’ll go slow.”
He eased in inch by inch, filling up all the empty spaces, until he was buried deep. She gasped at the shock of it, the totality of a man inside her again, and he pressed his forehead to hers as if he sensed her sudden hesitation, letting her get used to him. Her muscles gradually relaxed, and he slid in even deeper, wringing a groan from his lips.
“You feel so damn good,” he whispered, his tongue slipping between his lips to tangle with hers. “I don’t know if I can last.”
She smiled, nipping at his plump bottom lip. “Don’t know if I can, either.”
“Good. I’ll make it up to you later.”
He swallowed her laugh with his lips, slid out, and then plunged inside her with one full thrust.
“Oh God.”
He gritted his teeth. Sweat beaded his brow. The need uncurled inside, hot and hungry, and she wriggled to get closer.
“Give me a minute, baby. Trying to slow down.”
“Don’t.” She arched her hips, forcing him deeper, and he muttered a curse. “No more slow.” She wanted him wild, wanted him to take her over the edge so she could lose herself in pleasure.
He gave a half laugh. “Sure?”
“Now, Gabe.”
He grabbed her arms, stretching them over her head and guiding her hands to the headboard. “Then hang on.”
The thrill zinged through her, and dampness leaked down her thigh. She arched up with each rough thrust inside, meeting him equally, squeezing the polished wood between her fists as she struggled to keep the orgasm at bay. His rough thighs scraped her smooth ones. His hard chest teased her sensitive nipples. His hips snapped, his dick sliding across her clit with the perfect friction, bringing her closer, closer, until—
The orgasm shattered her inside and out, flinging her to a place where nothing mattered but pleasure. She heard a dim shout, and his body stiffened, but she was lost in her own sensual haze, every