thrust her hips up and clawed hungrily at his shoulders. “Please.” She barely recognized her own voice as the plea fell from her lips.
One of his hands slid through her hair and he fisted a handful, pulling so that her back arched. He ducked his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, then scraped his teeth gently against the peaked tip. Her back arched again as she cried out with pleasure, bucking against him.
But he wouldn’t be rushed. He teased and tormented while she moved, shifted, ground down, trying anything to ease the buildup that pulsed between her legs. Nothing helped.
Leaning on his shoulder, he reached down and grabbed the thin strap of her thong. He gave it a sharp tug, tearing the sides loose. The moment the silk fell from her body, he was cupping her. Her breath came out in a whoosh when he teased her sensitive folds with just his fingertips, spreading the wetness he’d created. She opened her legs wider, giving him better access.
“Gabriel…” Her breath hitched and then came even faster. Her hips came up to meet him as he sank first one long finger inside her and then two. He pulled back then thrust, repeating the action as his thumb circled around her clit.
Eva’s body shattered, burning through the first orgasm she’d ever had with a man. Electricity zinged along every nerve ending, his ministrations causing the sensations to go on and on, stealing reality from her, until she came back to feel Gabriel moving down over her stomach and hips, kissing and licking at her skin everywhere along the way.
Her eyes flew open when she felt his warm breath on her. He pressed her knees down to spread her wide, then flicked his tongue against her clit. She moaned low and long as he made a lazy pass from bottom to top, the sound rising in pitch as he slid his—three?—fingers inside her, giving her a satisfying fullness.
“Gabriel!”
He thrust deep, hitting her so right that her eyes watered and her throat thickened. She struggled to hold on to what little control she could still feel. But then that pressure was back, climbing again, stronger than before, the maddening feeling now just hanging there as he worked her, doing something…something…keeping her suspended. He teased her clit with his lips, then his tongue, before sucking it fully into his mouth. Just as she was about to rail in agony, she crested and fell.
She panted and moaned, writhing through the climax. Her inner muscles clamped and then relaxed, only to clamp down again and then finally let go.
Eva floated back into her mind to the feel of Gabriel’s lips on her inner thigh, kissing once, twice, and then a third time before he pulled away. He captured her gaze and prowled up her body, his smooth muscles bunching and rolling, a stalking predator, until their faces were level.
He held her eyes as he licked his lips. “Your pussy likes me.” The bold—obvious—statement had her gasping. He smirked and dipped his head into the crook of her neck to nuzzle so sweetly. “Beautiful little thing is in for a treat.”
As a laugh bubbled up and escaped her, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her. She tasted him, and herself, as she untangled her legs from his so she could wrap them around his waist. Tightening her thighs around his hips, she pushed her heels into his butt, wanting him inside her.
He held back, just the tip of his erection nestling into her folds. “Easy, baby,” he warned as he moved his hips, sinking a little deeper into her. And then a little more, slowly moving forward, and then back, working himself in. Her eyes rolled in her head at how good it felt.
“Gabriel. I’m good. Swear to God,” she promised, dropping little kisses on the sides of his mouth. “Give me more.”
He growled and surged forward, entering her fully, stretching, filling her.
Eva stiffened at the sharp sting, the heaviness feeling foreign yet incredibly right made more so by the pleasure roaring through her. She tentatively rolled her hips and, oh, God, just about came apart again.
Gabriel cursed softly and stilled, his body tense. She opened her eyes to see him watching her, his expression more open than she’d ever seen it.
“Eva…” His voice was husky. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay,” she promised. “Please don’t stop.” She lifted her hips, taking him deeper. “Oh, yes, like that,” she praised as he began moving. “God, that’s