Chapter 35 #2
I was completely wrung out when he climbed over me and cupped my jaw, rubbing his thumb over my lips.
“I want you to see just how good you taste,” he said before kissing me hard.
I opened to him, letting him sweep his tongue into my mouth.
Pulling back, his eyes flashed with regret.
“I don’t know why I waited so long to do this. ” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“Don’t wait any longer,” I said, spreading my legs wider until his hips settled in the cradle of my thighs.
“Be right back,” he said and dropped back on his haunches, preparing to climb out of bed. Then he froze and a curse hissed through his lips. Scrubbing a hand over his face in frustration, he shot me a regretful look. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“Oh,” I replied, blinking up at him. “I don’t either. But…” I began, and his gaze snapped to mine. “I have an IUD and haven’t been with anyone since my last checkup.”
His throat bobbed with a rough swallow, and his shoulders sagged with relief.
He had worried I’d been with Elliot tonight, but I’d just put those fears to rest. When I’d refused to answer him earlier, it was out of sheer spite.
I’d wanted to prove that if he wasn’t going to share my bed, then he didn’t get to know who was.
I wasn’t proud of it, but if that was what got us here, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
“I got checked when Celeste filed for divorce. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, and my eyes widened in surprise. That had been over a year ago. I would be the first person he slept with since his divorce. That was huge, monumental even.
That revelation hit me square in the chest. I sat up and cupped his face, pouring every ounce of love I had for him into that touch. “That makes this moment even more special. I feel like you waited for me.”
“I did. I might not have realized it at the time, but I think this is exactly how it was meant to be; me and you finding each other.” He urged me onto my back and stretched out over me, his naked body colliding with mine.
My pulse hummed, and my skin tingled everywhere we touched.
Electric desire coursed through my veins.
He kissed me deeply before pulling back to look at me. His gaze roved over my face, searching for any hint of hesitancy. Finding none, he notched the head of his cock at my entrance, and my eyes fell closed.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and they fluttered open. “This moment is too important, too special to close your eyes. I want our first time together to be etched into your memory in technicolor.”
I held his stare as he pushed inside, fighting the urge to close my eyes at the heady sensation. He pulled out and pushed back in, a little further this time. A few more thrusts and he stilled.
“Fuck, I was right,” he groaned. “You are tight.” He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure. “I want to make this amazing for you, but you’re already about to milk my cock dry.”
“I’m not doing anything,” I replied innocently. He pressed forward again, this time burying himself all the way to the hilt, effectively silencing me. I squeezed around him, my walls fluttering involuntarily.
He dropped his face to my neck. “You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned against my throat, before trailing kisses up to my mouth. Gripping the back of my knee, he hooked my leg around his hip. “I couldn’t think of a better way to go,” he murmured against my mouth, driving his hips forward.
“Gabe,” I breathed, bracing my hands on his shoulders.
The muscles flexed and bunched beneath my palms, and I reveled in the feel of him.
Sliding them down his arms, I explored his body as he thrust in and out in slow, measured strokes.
His gentleness and languid pace were driving me crazy. “More,” I demanded.
“More what?” he asked, pulling back to flash that crooked boyish grin at me.
“More everything. I need you to go harder, faster. I need more of your cock. I know you’re holding back, but I need all of you.”
The last word was barely out of my mouth when he finally let loose.
He pounded into me, and I clung to him, my nails digging into his biceps.
The bite of pain where my body had to stretch to accommodate him melted into mind numbing pleasure.
He’d been justified in his concern of me being able to take him.
He was much larger than my only previous partner and any toy I’d ever used.
It took me a minute to acclimate to his size, but once I did, pure bliss raced through my veins.
Everything tightened: my core, my stomach. Every muscle in my body drew taut like a bow string ready to snap. Gabe reached between us and circled my clit with his thumb, ratcheting up my pleasure. His heated gaze fell to my breasts. Dipping his head, he flicked his tongue over one nipple.
“I didn’t even get to play with these beautiful tits,” he bemoaned. “I’ll have to pay special attention to them in the next round.”
“Please,” I begged, unsure what I was even begging for. But Gabe knew. He added pressure to my clit, circling it faster.
“Come for me,” he growled.
And I detonated.
I shouted his name loud enough our neighbors probably heard, but I didn’t care.
“Jasmine,” he groaned, his brow furrowing and his mouth falling open in ecstasy.
He swelled inside me and stilled for a split second before drawing back to pump in and out a few more times.
Liquid warmth coated my inner walls as he emptied himself inside me.
I’d never let anyone do that before, not even my long-term boyfriend.
I was glad I’d waited to let Gabe be the first.
His arms shook as he lifted off me. I felt suddenly empty when his body slipped from mine. He gazed down at me in wonder.
“You are so fucking beautiful it makes my chest hurt,” he confessed, and I lifted my hand to cup his cheek.
He gripped my hand and turned his head to press a kiss to my palm and then my wrist. He hesitated a moment, and indecision flashed in his eyes.
There was more that he wanted to say, but he held back.
Instead, he pushed up from the bed and drank me in.
His gaze roved over my flushed naked body, my heaving chest, and as his eyes dipped below my waist, the spot between my legs where his cum dripped out of me.
I spread my legs wider to give him a better view, and his jaw flexed as his gaze darkened.
Feeling brave—and utterly insatiable—I slid my hand down my stomach.
He watched with rapt attention as I dragged my fingers through my slickness, gathered his cum with them, and pushed it back inside me.
His body reacted to the downright lascivious sight. He grew hard again as he watched.
“You really are trying to kill me,” he groaned. “I’m an old man. You could give me a heart attack,” he accused playfully, diving back onto the bed and covering my body with his. I squealed with laughter as he buried his face in my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and nibbling my ear.
“So you want to be full of my cum, huh?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he latched onto my nipple.
“I’ll fill you so full it’ll leak onto your saddle tomorrow while you’re racing.” I was normally meticulous about keeping my saddle clean, but for some reason, I wanted him to make good on his threat. It made me feral with need to think about his cum dripping out of me all day.
“Promises, promises,” I taunted, knowing it would spur him on.
My goading worked. Before I knew what was happening, he’d flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees.
I moaned as he rubbed his cock through my pussy lips, brushing my aching clit with every stroke.
I was so slick from his cum and mine, he could easily push inside me when he was ready to.
His large hands settled on my ass and kneaded the soft globes as he continued to brush the head of his cock against my tender bundle of nerves.
My legs began to shake as tingles spread out from my center.
“You don’t get this cock until you come again, Little Menace.
” His words sent me spiraling into bliss, and my release crashed over me.
I was still coming down from the high when he slammed into me.
He gripped my hips tightly and pounded into me relentlessly.
Pleasure coiled tight in my lower belly, and my next release built quickly.
This one was different, though. I felt it deep in my core. It was a heady rush of sensations, and as the pressure multiplied, I realized what was about to happen. I had never experienced it before, but I’d read about it.
Still, it caught me by surprise when Gabe pulled out and my pussy gushed. Warmth coated the backs and inside of my thighs, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I was so consumed with pleasure, I nearly passed out.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Gabe murmured before thrusting back inside. I was a quivering, shaking mess by the time he started to come again. This time, only some of it filled me up. He pulled out and painted my skin with part of his release, marking me as his.
“You look so beautiful covered in my cum,” he praised, bringing his fingers to my pussy and rubbing it into my skin.
He coated every inch of my sex with it. Some of it dripped down my crack, and he followed the trail down to my ass with his thumb, swirling it over the puckered hole and pressing in ever so slightly.
I gasped at the entirely unfamiliar sensation.
When I didn’t protest, he gathered what was left and did it again, pressing in a little further this time.
“There,” he said, satisfaction dripping from his tone, “now I’ve claimed every part of you.” He was right. I’d had his cum in every single hole tonight.
And I couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.