Chapter 26 #2
Just like that, I dropped to my knees, yanked down his boxers and sucked his dick. Any guy who would fight for me deserved that and more. It didn’t take much to get him hard.
“Whoa. You loved that, huh?” he said, palming the back of my head.
I looked up at him from between my lashes. “Maybe I just love your dick.” I swirled my tongue around the tip, teasing him, and cupped his balls, putting a little pressure on them.
“And my dick definitely loves you?—”
He broke off on a curse when I took all of him, as much as I could. I’d never loved giving blow jobs until Gabriel. Now I couldn’t get enough. I could suck his dick all day long.
Metallica’s “Master of Puppets” was blasting from the speakers and the music urged me to go faster and harder. My mouth, my tongue, my hand cupping him, feeling the weight, squeezing gently, while my other hand gripped the base.
“Jesus.” Gabriel fisted my hair and planted his free hand on the doorframe for support. His abs tensed, and he shuddered, throwing his head back. “Fuuuck.”
Warm liquid filled my mouth. I never swallowed but with Gabriel, I drank every last drop and licked my lips.
I even loved the way he tasted, that was how far gone I was.
He pulled me to my feet, wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair. “This is starting to feel like an addiction,” he said, his voice low, husky.
Then, without warning, he turned me around and pressed me against the wall, kicking my legs apart. I looked over my shoulder as Gabriel trailed one finger down my spine slowly, like he was counting each vertebra.
My stomach fluttered and my nipples tightened almost painfully.
He kissed my shoulder and scraped his teeth over it as his arm wrapped around my middle, fingers tracing my panties.
My breathing grew shallow as his fingers nudged the strip of lace aside and gathered the wetness before sliding inside.
Panting, I took one hand off the wall and cupped my breast, pinching my nipple between my thumb and index finger.
Every time his thumb brushed my clit, I clenched around his fingers as they reached and curled, stroking. He yanked on my hair so my neck arched and it was almost too much. Almost.
I squeezed my nipple and pushed back against his hand, whimpering. He pressed his lips against the side of my neck and whispered in my ear, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Just the sound of his voice sent me over the edge. My legs shook and I collapsed against the wall until Gabriel turned me around and pulled me against him, holding me with one arm and sucking his fingers into his mouth, groaning. “You taste so good.”
I gave him a drunken smile even though my lips hadn’t touched a drop of liquor. I felt delirious and intoxicated. “We’ll need a twelve-step program when this is over.”
“What do you mean, over ? I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I got you something.”
I followed him to the kitchen, and he handed me a brown paper bag.
I peeked inside, hoping it was cookies or chocolate but no, it was…a pomegranate?
I took the fruit out of the bag and inspected it like it was a foreign object. “Uh, thanks? What am I supposed to do with it?” I pretended to wind up like a pitcher on the mound, aiming for the open window.
He took the piece of fruit out of my hand and pulled a serrated knife out of the drawer. “Sit in the bathtub,” he commanded.
“Is this like a hidden kink or something?” I asked as I climbed into the tub and draped my arms over the sides. I felt slightly ridiculous in my lingerie and thigh-high boots but sometimes you just had to own it.
Tonight, I was the temptress. Eve waiting for Adam to feed her forbidden fruit. Anyone who thought it was an apple was clearly mistaken.
How tempting was an apple? I’d be able to pass on that easily.
Gabriel turned from the counter holding half of a pomegranate and when he knelt next to the tub, I told him my theory.
“Of course, it was a pomegranate. It’s the sexiest fruit. Besides, Adam and Eve were in the Middle East. The Garden of Eden wasn’t an apple orchard,” he scoffed. “Open your mouth.”
I did as he said and he fed me the ruby fruit, deftly removing each seed from the flesh and sliding it between my parted lips. “Those dexterous fingers of yours.”
“Those damn lips of yours.”
I closed my eyes and moaned each time he fed me another one. I really played it up too. The neighbors probably thought there was a porn star living in 5B. “I could get used to this.”
“Next month I’ll feed you figs, Patra.”
“Patra? I’d prefer cherries or peaches.”
“A nickname for Cleopatra. How about passionfruit? We’ll have our own little fruit of the month club.”
I sighed. “That’s so romantic. But regrettably my name’s just Cleo, not Cleopatra.”
Gabriel kissed my lips. “Doesn’t matter. I’d still raise an army for you.”
That night I straddled him on the bed and rode him slowly.
We never broke eye contact.
It was so intense, whatever this thing was between us, like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It forced me to push past my fears and doubts and embrace this thing that felt bigger than both of us, in all its glory and splendor and wondrousness.
With Gabriel, I felt braver and more uninhibited, and more vulnerable too. Because I trusted him. With my body, my heart, and my emotions.
So this is how it feels to find your person.
Afterward, when he was still inside me, I asked, “Is it always like this with you?”
“No.” He shook his head and let out a strained laugh. “Definitely not. This is… in a whole other stratosphere. It’s you. Or maybe it’s us. You’re my twin flame.”
Twin flame. I loved that.