5. Gabriel
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GAbrIEL
I didn't mean to say all those things to Luna. They tumbled out of my mouth faster than I could stop them, as if they had a mind of their own. I wanted to slap my hands over my mouth, to demand that they stay inside of me, but each word that slipped out felt like a step in the right direction, even if it was terrifying.
The only other person I'd ever admitted those things to had been Damon's mom. She and I had known each other since our freshman year, and she quickly became one of my closest partners in crime. We had shared secrets, laughter, and the occasional late-night escapade, building a bond that felt unbreakable. Then, one fateful day, I found unexpected grace with Officer Warren, and she was left confused and conflicted about what to do next. Somehow, we navigated through the emotional upheaval, stumbling into a fulfilling relationship that ultimately ended with Damon. Yet, she was not quite as fulfilled as I had been. Her sudden departure in the middle of the night served as proof that once a bad girl, always a bad girl—at least in her case.
Now, Luna and I sit across from each other, sipping on rich red wine as we enjoy a hearty dinner of steak and potatoes. It’s not exactly a sexy dinner dish, but it’s one of my best attempts at culinary prowess. "I'm really sorry about all that honesty and truth earlier," I say, wincing as I recall my unfiltered words. "I didn’t mean to come forward about all that. I’m pretty sure that’s like, a first date taboo." The admission hangs between us, heavy with the weight of what I had shared.
But Luna's always been a go-with-the-flow kind of woman. Ever since that night I called her out of nowhere and asked her to babysit a total stranger's kid, she's approached life with an easygoing attitude. "Gabriel, don’t worry about it. For starters, we've known each other for over a month now. I think we’re past that initial awkward stage in our relationship. At this point, we’re just feeling each other out to see if we have anything in common besides Damon."
Her words wrap around me like a warm blanket, igniting a sense of comfort I didn’t know I needed. The fact that the thing we share most in common is my son feels both absurd and oddly reassuring. "Well, I think it’s only fair you tell me something private about yourself," I challenge playfully, curiosity bubbling up inside me.
She lifts a forkful of steak to her mouth, chewing thoughtfully, as if weighing the importance of her next words. I hope she knows that she isn’t obligated to share anything too personal if she doesn’t want to.
"That first morning when you came home and found me in your bed?" Luna says after she swallows down her bite of steak, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I was having a sex dream about you."
I almost choke on my mashed potatoes. The creamy texture sticks in my throat, and as if to add insult to injury, a rogue pepper flake lodges itself in the tight space, forcing me to cough in an effort to dislodge it. Nobody prepared me for her to drop a bombshell like that.
Luna's eyes widen in alarm when she notices my distress, and she stands up, ready to rush over and lend a hand. But I quickly raise my hand to signal her to stop. “I’m fine,” I manage to croak out between coughs, “I just need some water.” After a few desperate sips, the pepper flake finally shifts, and all that remains is a lingering sense of embarrassment mixed with an overwhelming surge of curiosity about what I just heard.
"Luna," I say once my throat is clear, my voice still slightly hoarse, "I say this with as much respect as I can muster." I’m sure that sentiment carries a heavy weight. "You what?"
A smile battles for control of her lips, a mixture of mischief and delight dancing in her eyes. I’m not sure if she feels any embarrassment over her admission or if she’s simply enjoying the effect it had on me. "You had me in handcuffs and?—"
I've got to stop her now before things spiral beyond my control. A heat builds within me, my cock growing harder with each tantalizing word she utters. "Alright, I've got the picture. If you say any more, we won't make it through dinner. My reaction would hardly qualify as first date etiquette."
"And?" She replies, a playful smirk gracing her lips as she raises an eyebrow, challenging me. "You seem to have already broken first date etiquette once. Why not do it again?"
My fork clatters to the table, the sound echoing in the charged atmosphere. Is she really implying what I think she is?
I struggle to recall the last time I had sex—it's been ages, probably over a year, with a woman I dared not bring home. I’ve always been wary of introducing anyone to Damon, especially those who wouldn't stick around. But Luna, she feels different. "Luna," I say, my voice low and deep, a hint of urgency threading through my words, "what exactly are you saying?"
She bites her bottom lip, the candlelight casting a warm glow that makes her look utterly delectable. "I'm saying who really cares about first date rules, Gabriel?"
I hesitate, the thought of Damon looming over me like a dark cloud. What if this moment ruins our friendship? What if Luna decides she no longer wants to babysit him, leaving me with the weight of that loss? But it doesn’t matter; her words are etched into my mind, a fiery brand that ignites a desperate need within me. They propel me out of my seat and across the dinner table, as if some unseen force is guiding my movements.
As I draw closer to Luna, my senses are on high alert. Some scream at me to stop, to reconsider this reckless path I’m about to tread—this isn’t right. But others urge me forward, compelling me to close the distance between us, insisting that I have to have her. This is what we’ve wanted since the very first moment we laid eyes on her, isn’t it?
Instead of giving in to the turmoil, I lean down, brushing my lips softly over hers. The kiss electrifies me, sending shockwaves through my body that I can’t ignore. I can't tell if it’s the wine coursing through my veins or the intensity of our kiss, but suddenly, I feel intoxicatingly drunk, as if the world around us has faded, leaving only this moment suspended in time.
She turns in her chair, her movements fluid and inviting, and opens herself up to me, allowing me to lift her out of the chair and bring her to her feet. Luna yields her body to me willingly when I wrap my arms around her, and I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth with an urgency that makes my heart race. I can feel my erection hardening between us, a physical testament to our chemistry, as her arms snake around my neck, fingers tangling through my hair like they belong there.
"Gabriel," she moans, pulling away just slightly, her breath warm against my skin, "whatever happens between us, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship or what I have with Damon. I really do adore him."
Those words strike a chord deep within me, a reminder of the delicate balance we’re navigating. My cock is practically a stone as I reach down to grab her ass, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighs nothing. "Don’t worry," I reassure her, my voice low and steady, "I wouldn’t want it any other way." I carry her to my bedroom, the familiar space suddenly charged with tension, and lay her gently on the bed. Memories of her sleeping here on her first night flood through my mind, vivid and tantalizing. This was where she had a sex dream about me, that one little confession that ignited the spark between us and made all of this possible.
I'm desperate for her body, a primal urge coursing through me. I rip off my shirt and toss it aside, the fabric fluttering to the floor like a forgotten memory. As I reveal my skin, Luna runs her hands along my abs, her touch igniting a fire within me. Each caress makes me feel not just sexy, but powerful—like I could conquer the world with her by my side.
"I can't believe a man that looks like you would be interested in me," she says after a few precious moments, her voice a mix of disbelief and vulnerability.
I feverishly aid in removing her dress, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I take in every inch of her beautiful body, each curve and contour a masterpiece in its own right. "I can't imagine why you'd say that. You are gorgeous. You are perfect in every single way, Luna." The words spill from my lips, wrapped in sincerity and longing.
But it's one thing to say those words; it's another to truly show a woman that you mean them. "I want to make you feel beautiful," I whisper, my breath warm against her skin as I slide her panties down her thighs, revealing her completely to my gaze. "I want to make you mine." The weight of my promise hangs in the air, electric and undeniable.
She moans as I kiss her pillowy thighs, tracing circles on the sensitive skin with my tongue, savoring every shiver and gasp I elicit from her. When I first saw her on my doorstep a few weeks ago, I couldn't have imagined the whirlwind that would lead us here, to this moment of raw intimacy. But now, this is the only thing I can see doing with her for the rest of my life—exploring her body, drawing out her pleasure, making her feel worshiped.
I slowly spread her apart, my fingers gentle yet firm, and caress her most intimate parts. Her body arches in response, a silent offering, and I hear a sharp intake of breath that sends a surge of desire through me. I dip a finger inside her wet warmth and find that she's tight, her body clutching at me as if reluctant to let go. "So perfect in every way," I murmur against her skin, slipping another digit inside, feeling her stretch to accommodate me. Before she has a chance to say anything, to voice the need I can already feel pulsing through her, I let my mouth cover her sex, my tongue delving into her folds.
Luna responds by calling my name, a desperate, breathy sound that drives me wild. I encourage her vocalization by licking her sweet, engorged clit, teasing it with steady, rhythmic strokes until she's begging for me, her hips bucking against my mouth, her hands fisting my hair. She is a symphony of desire, and I am lost in her music, determined to play her body until she crescendos in ecstasy.
"Gabriel," she says between breaths, her voice a ragged whisper, "Gabriel, I-I-I-" but her words dissolve into gasps as I never let up, never give her the chance to finish her thought. Luna pants and grabs for the sheets, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip, while I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them just so to hit that sweet spot inside her. My mouth swirls and twirls around her sensitive bundle of nerves, relentless, until she's crying out, her body tensing and releasing in waves of pleasure. This time, she grinds into my face, shamelessly taking what she needs as she comes to a screaming orgasm, her voice echoing around us like a primal song.
But the best thing to follow up one orgasm is another, and I'm far from done with her. I slip out of my jeans as quickly as I can, kicking them off with an urgency that mirrors her own need. My cock throbs, aching for her, and I grasp it firmly, feeling a thin sheen of sweat already breaking out on her flushed body. But I can do her one better. We'll both be soaked, our bodies slick and sliding against each other by the time I'm done with her. I lean down, my breath hot on her ear, and whisper, "That was just the beginning, Luna. I'm going to make you feel so good, you'll never want me to stop."