6. Luna
My pussy still throbs with anticipation as I watch Gabriel slide his pants down his legs. He discards them carelessly to the side, along with his shirt, and rolls back onto me, his body covering mine. I catch a glimpse of his cock, hard and ready, but more than anything, I feel it—hot and heavy against my thighs. It feels immense, almost intimidating.
"Are you ready to have me inside of you?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against my neck, trailing soft, teasing kisses along my collarbone. Each touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting my desire further.
At this moment, I'd welcome his cock anywhere he wants. The need to have him inside me is overwhelming. "I need you, Gabriel," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. "Please." I'm hungry for all of him, for the satisfaction he's already given me, but most of all, just to be closer to him, to feel him completely.
He takes his cock in his hand and finds my entrance effortlessly. I'm already slick and ready from his earlier attentions, so Gabriel thrusts inside me with a smooth, confident motion.
The size of his cock takes my breath away. It feels like it's going to split me apart, and I tighten my grip around him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he stills inside me, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size.
"You feel so good," he moans, his eyes closed as his head is pressed against mine. "God, this is heaven. I could stay like this forever."
I couldn't have said it better myself. I raise a leg to wrap around his waist, seeking more leverage, and Gabriel takes this as an invitation to keep going.
He starts thrusting, shallow at first, exploring what I can take and finding the rhythm that syncs our bodies together. Then his pumps become longer and harder, each one burying him deeper into me, until he's filling me completely with every thrust.
I can hear myself crying out every time he pounds into me, my voice echoing in the room like a symphony of our shared pleasure. I rake my nails across his back, hungry for more of this good, fulfilling sensation. He takes me higher and higher, pushing me to the peak of my pleasure in moments, and doesn't stop until I tumble over the edge, with him right there alongside me.
He sinks his cock inside of me one last time, with the roar of a lion claiming his mate. Every muscle in my body pulsates as we come together, falling off a dangerous cliff of lust and desire in perfect tandem. Waves of ecstasy wash over us, leaving us breathless and intertwined in our shared release.
Gabriel groans quietly when he pulls himself out and collapses onto the bed beside me, his chest heaving with exertion. His cock is still semi-hard, a testament to his desire. "I could go again in about eight minutes," he says with a bemused tone, a faint smile playing on his lips.
I could go again right now, in eight minutes, in an hour—you name it, I'll do it again with Gabriel. That was amazing. There was no last time that I came with a man like that. There wasn't a last time that a man cared enough to go down on me until I came, until I was a quivering mess of pleasure. Orgasms have always been a vibrator deal for me, something mechanical and predictable, never this raw and all-consuming.
I think about our dinner getting cold on the kitchen table, the food on the stove that needs to be put away. The real world is waiting, with its responsibilities and routines. There's a kid at his grandparents' house who will show back up tomorrow, see me on Thursday, and maybe have a feeling, a subtle sense that somehow things have changed. That something profound has shifted between us, altering the very air we breathe.
I didn't think about that before I jumped headfirst into this whirlwind with Gabriel. My mind had wandered to Damon over the last few days, mulling over what his response to his father's dating would be, but I kept reminding myself that telling him wasn't going to be my problem alone. At the end of the day, Gabriel was his father, and I was just his babysitter—an outsider in a complex family dynamic. Yet, I was serious earlier when I said I wanted to keep babysitting him. Damon is a good kid, full of curiosity and mischief, and I genuinely love being around him. His laughter is infectious, and our moments together are some of the brightest parts of my day.
"What are you thinking about?" Gabriel asks after a few moments of silence. "You're really quiet over there. It's making me nervous." His voice cuts through my thoughts, tinged with concern.
"I'm thinking about Damon," I reply, my tone more reflective than I intended.
He gives me a long, drawn-out sigh that seems to resonate with the weight of our unspoken worries. "I thought you might be. I was, too, to be honest. I wasn't sure if I should say anything to him, or if I should just see where this goes first and then break the news to him." His words hang in the air, heavy with the implications of the choices we face.
Kids muddy the waters. They complicate relationships in ways I never anticipated. I love Damon and I love his father, but I feel those affections manifest differently in my heart. The more I discover about each of them, the more daunting the prospect of untangling myself from their lives becomes if this doesn’t work out. "I really like the both of you," I say, opting for a safe and neutral stance. If I confess my love now, it might escalate things beyond my control, too serious, too fast.
"Do you like Damon more than me?"
I can’t help but grin; his attempt to lighten the mood is refreshing, and I genuinely appreciate it. "Only because he shares my passion for science. But if you keep cooking steak like you do, it won't be long before it’s a toss-up."
Gabriel rolls over to face me, his expression earnest, his eyes searching mine. "Luna, the world is full of heartbreak. It's laden with coincidences and strange occurrences that shape our paths. It's populated with men and women we've both dated, those who turned out not to be the right fit for us. Think about it: it was mere chance that your parents decided to retire here, leading to your arrival in Kansas. I believe we should explore where this goes because it feels like fate that we crossed paths in the first place."
He talks like a poet, weaving words together with an elegance that is rare in men. Most aren't so in touch with their feelings, but Gabriel is an exception, and I can genuinely appreciate that about him. "Fate, huh?" I roll over, positioning myself so that we're facing one another, the warmth between us palpable. "I think I like the way fate works."
He leans forward, brushing his lips gently against my forehead, a tender gesture that sends a flutter through me. "Besides," he continues with a hint of mischief in his voice, "if everything works out and one day we move in together, that's free babysitting."
"Wow. So this was your plan all along," I reply, shaking my head at him in mock disbelief and clucking my tongue in playful reproach. "You play a long con, buddy, but I'm on to you."
Gabriel's grin widens, a spark of teasing mischief in his eyes. "I mean, if you'd like to be on top of me, I wouldn't say no."
I can't help but laugh, my heart racing slightly at the implication. "I guess those eight minutes are up, huh?"