Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Gabriel
I can't fucking take it any longer.
I wanted to give Monica more time to heal. More time to process. More time to be absolutely sure she wants more with me. Because once this happens, all bets are off. I'm never letting her go. I already know she's going to ruin me. Her kisses speak to my heart. Her pussy is going to destroy my defenses.
"Oh, yes, thank God," Monica moans against my mouth as I pick her up and slam her against the wall. Fuck. I should be gentle. I should reel in my psycho right now. But she's grinding against me so fast and mumbling incoherently. I can't focus.
"Need you, querida , right fucking now," I mutter. Her legs are around my waist as I pull the zipper down on the back of her dress. Monica struggles to pull her dress down to her waist. I'm momentarily dumbfounded by the first view I get of her corset. " Puta merda . Holy shit. What are you wearing?"
"Put me down for a minute, and I'll show you," she responds, and I growl. I actually fucking growl. I want to see, but I also want- no, need - to bury myself deep in her womb and make her mine. I reluctantly place her down because clearly, she's excited to show me whatever is underneath the dress.
Monica slowly releases her dress, letting it fall into a pile on the floor. I'm speechless. Utterly captivated by the tiny little siren in front of me. She's stolen the breath from my lungs. Você é meu cora??o . She's my heart. My future. My love. Mine .
I must have stared too long because Monica's expression turns apprehensive.
"Is this- is it okay? I didn't think, I mean …" she trails off.
" Querida . You're stunning. You take my breath away," I whisper as I let my eyes draw up and down her body once more before I take her in my arms and push my hard-as-steel cock against her stomach. "I want to ravish you. Memorize every inch of your body. Taste every bit of your skin. Make you fucking unravel, anjinho . But if I don't get inside you soon, I'm likely to come in my pants like a teenager. I need you, baby," I murmur as I trail my lips down her neck and onto her shoulder. I kneel on the ground and suck one nipple through the corset. Her tits are a perfect handful. Monica's head falls back as a guttural moan leaves her lips, and I take the opportunity to pop her breast out of the corset and latch on, suckling hard.
"Fuck, Gabriel! Oh my God, don't stop," she calls out.
I know I said I needed to fuck her. But now that I'm on my knees and can smell the wetness seeping out of her, I have to taste her. I need to feel her quiver on my tongue. Right as I pop one of Monica's legs over my shoulder, her cell phone rings.
"Don't even fucking think about answering that," I warn. Not about to be cockblocked again by whoever that is. Probably Emily. Monica giggles lightly, but her eyes dance between me and the phone. " Anjinho , let me have this."
"Let you have what?" Monica whispers.
"Your taste on my tongue as you come for me," I respond before sliding her panties to the side and giving her one lick from bottom to top with the flat of my tongue. We groan simultaneously. "You taste so fucking good, querida . So fucking good."
I find a pattern that makes her squirm with need. Flick the clit, figure eight around it, then dip inside. My hand accidentally slips, and I touch her forbidden hole, but her moan tells me she'd definitely be up for some ass play. Monica's hands are gripping my hair, holding my head in place as she frantically fidgets while chasing her orgasm.
"Gabriel, hurry, please," she murmurs.
"Hurry?"
"I need to come. But I need you inside me more."
God damn.
I'm going to last all of two seconds inside her this turned on.
I double up on my efforts, sliding two fingers inside her channel and flicking upward to hit that bundle of nerves. Her muffled gasp tells me she's never had a guy find it, or she's never found it herself. I latch my lips around her clit and suck hard, feeling her clamp down on my fingers as her body bows off the wall in a spectacular orgasm. Shudders wrack her body as her legs crumble, but I keep her upright. I'm not done.
One orgasm isn't enough.
Hell, two or three aren't enough.
I want to keep her coming on my face the rest of the night. I want her clit to have a visible pulse. I nibble on her clit while tapping her G-spot, and she erupts again.
"Gabriel!" she cries.
"One more, querida ," I demand as my fingers piston in and out, my tongue flicking her clit at the same rapid pace.
"Daddy!" she screams as she comes, and I am so fucking close to coming that I see stars. Once the tremors subside, I stand up, towering over her as my fingers slip out of her cunt.
"What did you call me?" I whisper. Her eyes widen.
"Daddy," she whimpers.
I'm so turned on I can't see straight.
I hold my fingers up to her mouth.
"Suck."
Monica stares at me.
"Do what Daddy told you to do, baby."
Her mouth opens, and I slide my fingers along her tongue. Monica circles her tongue around my fingers before sucking. Then the little vixen moans.
"Gonna fuck you now, querida ."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Are you clean?"
"What?"
"Monica. Are you clean? I want to fuck you bare, baby. I need you bare."
"Holy fuck, Gabriel. Yes, I'm clean. Please fuck me bare."
"Please, what?" I ask as I begin to remove my belt.
"Huh?" she asks, her brow furrowed.
"Please …" I trail off as I pull the belt from my pants. "Who?"
Her eyes narrow slightly as she recognizes what I'm asking.
"Please, Daddy. Fuck me bare."
"Good girl," I whisper as I grab her wrists and wrap my belt around them. "Good girls get rewarded, querida . Be a good fucking girl, okay? "
"Yes, Daddy. I'm your good fucking girl, Daddy."
"God dammit," I moan. "Yes, you are."
I unzip my pants and yank them down with my boxer briefs before kicking them off. I quickly remove my socks because I can't stand having sex with socks on. It sounds dumb, but it makes me think of old men.
I grab Monica and push her against the wall again.
"Arms up above your head. If you lower your arms, I stop. Understood?" I ask.
"Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me," she whimpers as her legs come around my waist, and the tip of my cock feels the wet heat of her pussy.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter as I thrust forward in one movement, burying myself to the hilt.
"Fuck, yes, Daddy!" Monica screams. God, I wish I had a fucking camera on a tripod. This visual will be permanently embedded in my spank bank, and I'd have a massive print on our bedroom wall if I could. Monica in this sexy lingerie, still wearing her stilettos, my belt around her wrists, and her eyes closed in blissful pleasure. "So good, so good. Daddy, you're so fucking good, fuck me harder!"
The mouth on this one. Jesus.
I can feel her walls beginning to tremble as another orgasm closes in, and I hammer her harder. Black spots dot my vision as pressure begins to build in my spine.
"You don't come until I fucking say so," I snarl.
"Daddy, please! I can't hold off, please, Daddy!" she cries.
My thrusts quicken as my balls shrink up. My muscles tense and spasm in my legs as I feel the first rope of cum release.
"Come, baby. Come right now."
Monica screams as a powerful orgasm overtakes her, squeezing me so hard she milks the cum right out of me. I think I black out for a second. Best orgasm of my life .
We both pant as our orgasms finish.
"I didn't actually intend to take you against the kitchen wall," I mutter against her neck. Monica lets out a breathy giggle.
"I'm very much not complaining."
I raise my head to look at her face. She is completely sated with a small smile covering her face. I wipe a few tendrils of hair that are stuck against her sweaty cheek and give her a saucy grin.
"I'd say that was worth the wait."
Her eyes open as she grins back at me.
"When can we do that again?"
"I'm gonna need a little bit," I respond wryly. As much as I'd love to take Monica upstairs immediately and have her screaming in seconds, I'm forty-five. I have to be realistic. I'm gonna need at least a half hour to recover.
"Do you want to eat?" she asks, and I lift an eyebrow at her. She barks back a laugh. "Not me . I meant the food I cooked!"
"I'd rather eat you."
"I'd rather that as well, but I think we could both use some sustenance if we're going to do that again tonight," Monica says.
"Yes, we're doing that again. More than once," I tell her.
"Really?" she asks, her eyes wide with shock.
"Yes, querida . Why do you look so surprised?"
"Because most guys don't do that?"
"What does that mean?"
"I've never had sex more than twice in a night. I just figured that was normal."
" Querida , I'm only going to say this once. I'm not like other guys. And when my cock is still buried inside you, I'd prefer we not talk about your sex life before me. So let's just act like I took your virginity, okay?"
"Sure, whatever. I'm just assuming you were a saint then, huh," she says with a roll of her eyes.
"No. And I know you weren't either. But bringing up old partners isn't how I want to spend our time together. I want to focus on the future, not the past. And especially in the present. Like right now. Want to focus on the fact that I can still feel your cunt trembling. The taste of you on my tongue. The feel of your skin against mine. I don't care what you've experienced in the past. All that matter is what we're experiencing together from this moment."
I kiss the top of her breast, and her quick intake of breath tells me she's not only enjoying my attention but also my words. I let my tongue slide against her nipple, and she whimpers. She subconsciously grinds against me, and it's my turn to moan. My cock is hardening inside her. I can't even remember the last time I got hard this fast. Just makes me even more certain that Monica was made to be mine.
"Gabriel …" she moans.
" Querida . I need you again." I figured I'd need at least a half hour before taking Monica again. But with the first thrust, I know it'll be over quickly if I take her fast and hard like the first time.
I begin to move and rest my forehead against hers. Our first time was fast, furious, and hard. This time I'm able to control myself a little more. Our eyes are open and connected. It's the most touching moment of my life. My anjinho , my sexy little spitfire, has me completely wrapped around her perfect little pinkie finger.
"I need to touch you," Monica whispers, and it takes me a moment to understand what she's saying. I immediately pull my belt from her wrists. I kiss each wrist quickly before Monica wraps them around my neck tightly.
I feel emotion rising in an innate need to tell her how I feel, but I know she's not ready for it yet. So I tell her in Portuguese. I whisper against her lips how I'm in love with her. How I begin every day with her name on my lips. That I want to make all of her dreams come true. How desperate I am for her.
Tears cascade down Monica's cheeks as I give her all of me. I'm hers. All hers. There's no moving forward without her. From this moment on, I'm ruined for her.
"Gabriel," she whimpers as I feel her clench me harder.
"Come for me, my love," I respond. We don't break eye contact as she tightens around me, bringing me to another orgasm.
I'm overcome with a sated sense of pleasure mixed with peace. I've finally found my happy place. Rises and sets in Monica's pussy. She's not getting rid of me now.
"Wow," she breathes.
"Yeah."
"That was intense. Right?"
"Mmhmm."
"I don't have the energy to eat," she whispers, and I chuckle against her neck. I can't seem to move. I don't want to pull out. I can't take away this connection.
"I'm too tired to eat," I respond as I lightly kiss her shoulder.
"I think you're dripping out of me, tesoro . We should at least clean ourselves up. Maybe we can nap and have dinner be a midnight snack?" Monica asks. "In case there's another round of this, I mean."
"There will be another round, querida . Maybe two. Got six months of pining for you and fucking my own damn fist. I need to make up for lost time."
"Oh," she murmurs as her cheeks adorably blush.
"Baby, you can't get bashful on me now. You were screaming for me to fuck you harder just a few minutes ago," I point out .
"I know, and for as loud and brash as I am, I've never been good with dirty talk."
"Shit, I'm sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable? Fuck," I say as I push a hand through my hair.
"No. No! I meant that I'm not good at talking dirty talk. You doing it … well, that really turned me on. I just don't know how to respond," she explains.
"You respond however you want, anjinho . As long as you tell me if I do something you don't like. Okay?"
Monica nods as I lean forward to peck her lips quickly. I move us into the small powder room on my first floor and gingerly pull out of her before setting her on the toilet lid. I take the decorative towels my sister bought for me and wet them with warm water, then crouch down to tenderly clean Monica. She may claim to be bashful with her voice, but she's definitely not embarrassed to show me her pussy. It's brilliantly red and looks well used. I'm feeling weirdly territorial and alpha male thinking of the abuse I plan on giving this little pocket of paradise.
I can't help but lean forward and kiss her clit, making her jump.
“Gabriel, no,” she stammers.
"What? Why?" I ask.
"You came in me. We're all mixed together there. I need a shower …" Monica trails off.
"You think I give a fuck?" I shout incredulously as I lunge forward and latch onto her clit. I don't fucking care. I'm not one of those guys. A guy who expects a girl to swallow and brush her teeth before getting a thank-you kiss isn't a real man. I plan on having my tongue over every single inch of this woman. This amazing creature. I won't be asking her to shower before I do. I want her scent, her musk, all over me. And if a little of me gets mixed in while I'm bringing her pleasure, so be it .
"Gabriel!" she moans. "Daddy!"
I double down on my efforts as I suck her clit into my mouth and flick the bud simultaneously. An orgasm crashes through her a moment later. I patiently and tenderly lave at the bundle of nerves until she's finished shuddering.
"Fucking love when you call me that," I growl.
"Kiss me," she demands, and I give her a wolfish grin as I lean forward and smash our lips together. I know she can taste both our releases on my tongue, and she hums in delight.
"You were fucking made for me, querida ," I murmur after breaking the kiss.
"And you were made for me, tesoro ," she responds quietly.
"You and me. This is it, okay? We're it. I'm not letting you go, querida . You're mine. Forever."
"Forever," she replies.
Fucking finally.