Chapter 11
eleven
Olivia
L ips locked, we stumble from the elevator into his apartment vestibule and he presses me back against the wall. His cock is hard against my belly. His lips demanding yet tender. This is a passion I’ve only read about and laughed over in movies and novels. Never suspected I’d experience a moment like this.
With his fingers tangled in my hair, he tilts my head to nibble along my neck, pausing to nip at the tender spot right before my shoulder. His other hand cups my ass, fingers pressing a rhythm that throbs though my clit and into my core.
He jerks back. “Not here. Come on.”
A small box sits on the kitchen counter and Gabe snatches it up before I can tell what it is. “Excellent,” he mutters.
“What’s that?”
“Something I had my shopper pick up today.” He shows me the box of condoms. “I wanted to be prepared whenever you were ready.”
My heart sings with my overflowing emotions. He may not love me, but this shows he cares. It could be simply because he doesn’t want kids though. That thought saddens me. Still, I’m glad he’s taking responsibility. I’d had to nag my two past encounters into using protection.
My hand in his, he rushes across the great room toward his bedroom. At the archway, I drag him to a stop. All of a sudden I’m nervous. Unsure. Not about wanting him or even him wanting me. Definitely not about loving him. But of having him see all of me. I need to gather my bravery. “We worked hard. I’m all sweaty.”
His eyes blaze. “I’m gonna make you even more sweaty, Livi.”
I gnaw on my lower lip. “I… I mean…”
He takes a deep breath. “A shower?”
That would give me a few minutes to gather my scattered thoughts. I nod.
“Might be a good idea.”
Even though I wiggle my fingers, he doesn’t release me. The condom box goes flying toward the bed as we pass through the bedroom. I stumble after him into an opulent bath. Opulent? My god, it’s huge and magazine centerfold worthy. Almost hedonistic. In the middle of the room he stands back and grins, watching me turn slowly to take in the smooth stone walls, bright gold fixtures, and—sigh—a massive soaking tub.
“Like it?”
I turn again taking in even more details. “I’ve always dreamed of having a luxury bathroom, but never dreamed this big. Or luxurious.”
Gabe has his shirt off when I face him, his thumbs tucked into the front pockets of his jeans with his hands in a totally male pose, framing his erection. I jerk my gaze back to his face. “Thought we’d save time and shower together.”
“Together?”
“Um hmm. Just a shower… this time, baby girl. I want you in my bed.”
After a slight struggle, his jeans and boxers drop to the floor and he steps from his shoes and clothing. Pausing to kiss me as he passes, he enters the glass walled shower and reaches for the controls. “The sooner you join me, the sooner…”
Indecision holds me frozen but not for long. An uncomfortable shower is a small price to pay to make love with this man. Thankful he’s turned his back to me, my fingers fumble while I tug off my top and slip out of my clothes. A moment of panic urges me to escape. The view of Gabe’s taut, shapely ass while he reaches for a washrag decides me and I join him under the rain shower head.
“There you are.” He smiles, pours body wash onto the rag and hands it to me. “Wash my back?”
As though he knows my inexperience here, he’s easing me into the moment. Of course he knows. Somehow he knows me better than I know myself. I press the cloth to his back. He arches then relaxes with a sigh. “Remember, just a quick wash this time, Livi.”
I want to linger. I want to touch him. Dropping the rag, I lather my hands and use them to stroke over his ass then down the back of his legs. He turns and I wash my way up the front. His hard, heavy cock leaps into my hands and he groans. I want to hear that sound again, so cup his balls while I stroke the lather over his length.
“Livi.” There’s warning in his rough tone. Looking into his heavily lidded eyes, I wash the defined lines of his abs, his pecks, then his shoulders and arms. “That’s good, baby. I’m clean.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Not what I mean.”
I stop moving my hands and focus on his expression.
“I haven’t been with anyone since long before Mom died. No diseases.”
Oh. That’s what he means. “It’s been a long time for me, too. Everything was good a couple months ago at my last yearly. So, I’m clean, too.”
“Thank god,” he rumbles. “I can’t stand the thought of another man touching you.”
He doesn’t waste time and keeps his eyes closed while he washes my front. I press into his palms, but he ignores my hints and uses a handheld showerhead to rinse the suds from my body. He gently rubs one of the fluffy towels hanging nearby over my hair, then swipes it over his own head and beard. Without drying our bodies, he hooks an arm behind my knees and lifts me into his arms.
“Put me down. I’m too heavy. I’m wet and slippery. Gabe.”
“No. You’re not too heavy. And baby girl, I like you wet and slippery. Gonna keep you that way tonight. Hold still and hang on.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me higher for a scorching kiss. I don’t realize we’re moving until he breaks the kiss and drops me onto his bed. The corner of the condom box pokes my butt. Reaching under me for the box, he pulls out a small foil package and tosses it onto my stomach. The box falls to the floor. “Keep that handy. We’re gonna need it soon.”
Standing back to look at me, he strokes his cock. He’s magnificent.
“Olivia, baby. I ache to taste you again. I need to be inside you. I want to discover, to know every inch of you. Everything all at once.”
His words, his expression, the state of his body ignite me. Scooting up in the bed I hold out my arms to him. “Gabriel, I want to discover how you taste against my tongue. I ache for you to be inside me. I need to discover, to know every inch of you. Everything.”
Caging my body with his arms and legs, he hovers over me and spreads my damp hair over the pillow. “Beautiful.”
“I should comb it. I’ll look like a wild woman otherwise.”
He bumps the tip of my nose with his. “My wild woman.”
Spearing my fingers into his short hair I make the strands stand on end. “There. Now we match.”
His eyes twinkle then grow dark and serious. “I’ve been imagining this—us together—since yesterday. I need you. I need you to find your pleasure first but I don’t know how long I can wait to be inside you.”
“That will bring me more pleasure than you know.” I reach between our bodies to stroke him. “I’m ready now, Gabriel. Touch me. You’ll see.”
Loving the contrast of soft skin and hard cock in my hand, I continue stroking while he drags his fingers over my belly and between my legs. I shift, opening to his exploration and when he touches my throbbing clit, we groan in unison. His fingers slip lower, then inside, caressing and teasing.
“You are wet for me, baby girl.”
“Told you,” I gasp when he lifts his thrusting fingers against the sensitive inner nerves.
“Put the condom on me.”
Finally. I tear open the tiny packet and roll on the protection. My failing brain reminds me there is one more thing he needs to know. “I’m not on any birth control.”
His teasing fingers stop. Sharp fear rises and I can barely breathe. I’ve ruined my chance. I keep talking to cover my nerves. “It’s been long enough since I was even a little active and I didn’t see a reason to continue adding extra hormones to my body. I feel better without them. I’m sorry. We can?—”
He silences my rambling with a hard kiss. “Thank you for telling me, Livi. Do you want me to pull out, too? Just in case?”
He still wants me. I shake my head. “Not unless you think that’s safer. I just… just don’t want. No, I do want you to be aware. No matter how careful— accidents —” I need to say this, but he keeps kissing me. “Gabe, I’d never—trick—or make you?—”
“Shh, baby girl. Remember. Don’t let anything take your focus from me. From us in this moment. Our moment. Just feel, Livi. Feel me making love to you.”
His tongue strokes against mine as he covers my hand on his cock and together we position him at my entrance. I sense his silent question and nod as I move my hand to his side.
“Plant your feet on the bed and tilt your hips. Yes, that’s it. Livi, perfect. You’re perfect.”
Slowly filling me, he allows my body to adjust to him before driving me crazy with his controlled thrusts. Between kisses he whisper to me. Telling me how hot and wet and tight I feel wrapped around him. How my boobs fit in his hand. What he wants to do to me. Dear lord, I never imagined being talked dirty to would turn me on so much.
I’d return the sexy delight but I’m so lost in the moment. In him. I can’t form the words. My moans and gasps are enough to guide him to new angles, different speeds, altered touches. It’s all… yes, perfect.
“Your body,” he pants, “Love your body. So good. You feel so good. Never felt like this…”
“You, too,” I manage.
“Ready to come, aren’t you?” He nips at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder and I cry out my delight.
“Never like this before.”
His hips still. “Like what? Tell me.”
Arching against him and digging my fingers into his firm butt, I insist he moves again.
“Answer me, baby girl. Want more… from you. Answer.”
My face heats with embarrassment. “From fucking. Penetration’s not enough.”
His rough chuckle lifts him inside me and I moan. “Yes.”
Cupping one hand under my ass he keeps the new angle and his thrusts slide deeper, rubbing just right. “God, Gabriel. Yes… that…”
“Idiots didn’t know… how to… please you…Ah…mmm. I’ll erase every… damn… one from… your…”
“They’re gone. Only you…”
“Ah… move with me… like that. Good. Perfect.”
Falling silent except for our gasps and moans, we move together, anticipating each other’s needs as though we’ve been together forever. Yes. I have loved—will love this man forever.
I bite my lip to keep those words to myself but Gabe thrusts his tongue past my defenses to match the movement of his cock inside me.
My body is tight, winding like a spiral curling in on itself.
He lifts his upper body on straight arms to force our joining deep into the mattress. “Come with me. Now,” he groans.
His long, firm strokes pound into me. I wrap my legs around his waist and cry out when he goes even deeper. The gasped syllables of my name accompany four sharp thrusts. His grimace of pleasure-pain and the pulsing of his release tip me over the edge and, screaming his name, I shatter.
When I come back to myself, Gabe has rolled us to our sides and he’s holding me tight. It feels so good. He feels so good against me.
My eyes pop open to his wicked grin. “Never say never, baby girl.”