released her hair and smoothed his hands down her body to grip her tight ass, lifting and lowering her so that her pussy stroked up and down his aching cock.
“Mmm…don’t stop,” she panted.
But he did.
He put her down, but only to whip her leggings and panties off. As he yanked his shirt over his head and got rid of his boot, she unclasped and slid the rainbow-colored bra she wore down her arms to drop it on the floor next to them. He stared at her naked form as he finished making quick work of his pants.
She was beyond words.
“Ready?”
Her high-pitched tone was soaked with anticipation, and hearing it nearly sent him to his knees. He stepped out of the pool of clothing and backed her into the wall again, his hands going directly to her breasts, cupping the full weight of them before sliding his thumbs over her nipples. Dammit, he couldn’t decide what turned him on more, the feel of her so soft and responsive in his arms, or the way she looked as her head fell back in pleasure.
“Goddammit, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, tamping down his impatience to bury himself in her tightness. He rolled both her nipples, pinching, loving the feel of her sharp nails sinking into his biceps.
She caught his gaze, and his body whacked out at the unbridled passion coloring her cheeks and brightening her eyes to a brilliant azure blue. She hid nothing from him. And that was goddamn beautiful.
She pulled him in until he had to stop working her breasts. No worries. He grabbed her ass again, biting gently into her shoulder as he grasped the firm flesh. Unable to resist, he slid one of his hands farther back and under, going between her legs.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby.” She was soaked. He slipped in one finger, and then two, loving the sounds she made. “So goddamn ready for me.”
Her back arched in a provocative slope, pushing her breasts into his chest as her hips began gyrating in a circular motion around his fingers. He wanted to grind her right through the fucking wall.
Slipping his fingers free, he gripped her hips and lifted. She grasped at his sweat-slicked shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist once again. He shifted and entered her, slowly working his way in deep, making them both groan. He thrust, savoring the feel of her pussy, slick and tight around him as he sank into her over and over. Craning his neck, he took her nipple between his lips and tongued the tight peak. Her inner muscles clenched in response, almost sucking the orgasm right out of him.
“Such a tight pussy,” he rumbled against her breast.
“Maybe…oh, God…it’s just your…cannon…”
He smiled and fucked her harder while kissing his way up her throat and across her jaw. When he got to her mouth, he took it and mimicked the motion of his cock with his tongue. He felt her body tighten, her pants heavier now. Her body arched up to meet his, thrust for thrust.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need. Take everything.”
Her gasps cut off, and then her muscles were milking him, dragging him under with her as she stiffened and cried out.
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As relief finally arrived in the form of a mind-bending climax, Eva became aware of Gabriel’s vicious growl as he shuddered against her, his hips still pounding as he, too, found his release.
Time passed, their movements slowing, their kisses lingering, their touch softening, and soon Gabriel was turning and gently setting her down on the counter, his arms still around her.
He kissed her, soft as a breeze, and then just held her. As she rested her chin on his shoulder, she looked into the mirror across the way. Her feet were clasped together hiding his fine ass, but his back…
“Wow,” she murmured, gazing at the tattoo of an angel draped over an aged cross, her spread wings touching the tops of Gabriel’s shoulders while the tips went all the way down the back of his ribs to his waist. “This is gorgeous.” She went under his arms and smoothed her hands over the many shades of grey.
He accepted the compliment after a slow lick at her collarbone. “Ghost did a nice job on that one.”
“I take it Ghost is your tattoo artist?”
“Mm-hmm. He does a lot of work on me and the boys.”
“Does it symbolize anything for you?”
He stroked his palm from her nape to her tailbone. “Vincente calls her Sophia.”