Chapter Twenty
Aubrey
As Gabe climbed from my bed and disappeared into the living room, my body sought to follow as if being pulled by some magnetic force.
My head had gone fuzzy, and my body still floated from the way he’d played with my breasts, which throbbed where my nipples pinched tight, begging for some sort of pressure to relieve them.
I wanted his mouth back, giving that perfect warm suction as his tongue soothed the sensitive nerves. It was almost enough to make me forget my cramps. The ache had shifted into something different, my pussy swollen and wet with arousal as much as PMS.
When he came back, it was with a gym towel in hand. He crawled with it onto the bed, dropping a quick kiss on each breast before pulling my comforter the rest of the way down.
“Lift your hips,” he instructed, voice soft.
I did as he said, admiring his broad frame and strong jaw, his clear blue eyes sincere in their focus.
He spread the towel across the bed beneath me, careful to lay it flat.
“What are you doing?” I asked, lowering my hips as he removed his shirt. My gaze danced over smooth skin and tight muscles.
“I want to make you feel good,” he said. He pulled a condom from his shorts pocket and tossed it on the bed.
“With sex?” I asked, going breathless. My pulse pounded between my legs, the ache in my belly building.
Never in the three years of being with Patrick had the possibility crossed my mind to ask for period sex.
Not even because it would have made him uncomfortable, which it absolutely would have.
But because it wouldn’t have helped me feel any better.
It would have done the opposite, ratcheting up my nerves toward sex with insecurities around my bloated body and the potential mess.
“If you’re up for it,” Gabe replied. His deep voice stroked me like a touch.
Gabe wasn’t Patrick. My bloated belly and disastrous hair hadn’t once crossed my mind as he’d removed my sweatshirt under his caring gaze. Neither had what he might think of me. I’d been too focused on how good he made me feel.
“Okay,” I answered.
He knelt over me again, dropping open-mouthed kisses to my breasts and stomach as he hooked the waistband of my period panties. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, the short golden strands nearly brown in the fading light.
Cool air touched the wetness between my legs, but the embarrassment that tried to surface failed to break through the blanket of tenderness Gabe had placed around me with his reverent kisses and careful touches.
He didn’t seem to care about the blood. Not when he was stripping off his own pants with a fierceness in his eyes that warmed me like a lit burner as he took me in on the bed. His cock stood tall and hard, making my sex throb as I parted my legs in anticipation.
He rolled on the condom and settled between my legs, then sucked on my breasts, making me moan with each swirl of his tongue. I drove up my hips, seeking his erection as the pressure below my belly became almost too much to bear.
“Gabe,” I moaned.
“I got you, baby. Hold on.”
He notched himself at my entrance and eased inside, sliding deep with the slowest of strokes, my period slicking the way. The muscles in his neck strained as he groaned. “Fuck.”
The fullness was immediate relief. I tossed my head into my pillow as my body squeezed him tight, and like when he played with my breasts, the sharp ache from my cramps swelled into an overflowing pleasure.
With small, slow grinding movements, he worked me over, stroking my clit with his thumb as he held me on his cock. It was like he was massaging me from within, seeking out the source of my cramps and soothing them over with each gentle stroke.
In an instant, an orgasm rolled over me, seeping tension from my body as my inner muscles clamped around him again and again like my vagina was trying to keep him from ever leaving.
He kept grinding, his rhythm steady, letting me have him for as long as I needed, his eyes determined as my body let go. I almost couldn’t breathe, the orgasm going on and on. It was sweeter than any pleasure I’d felt, wringing out the pain of my cramps, the new ache good enough to cry.
Finally, the wave broke, and my muscles went limp. My head rolled to the side, my arms and legs bags of grain too heavy to lift.
Gabe’s hips grew still, but he stayed inside me, letting me settle. He dropped to his forearms, softly sucking on my breasts, so perfect I could fall asleep.
I didn’t realize my eyes had closed until his breath grazed my ear. “Be right back,” he whispered and slowly pulled out.
I listened to him leave the room, my heart rate slowing. When his footsteps returned, I opened my eyes. He sauntered toward the bed, fully naked, a wet washcloth in hand, his cock still hard, though the bloody condom was gone.
Kneeling between my legs, he cleaned me gently with the warm cloth.
“What about you?” I asked, eyeing his erection. My voice had gone groggy.
He shook his head. “This was about you.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” That was possibly the greatest understatement of my life. I loved feeling him come inside me. The way his whole body went tense and his cock swelled, the rumble of his chest against mine as he groaned.
“You’d be up for hard and fast?” he asked, skeptical. “Because that’s what it’d be. I don’t think I could hold back enough to go slow again after watching you like that.”
“Oh.” My cheeks grew warm as I bit back a smile. “Probably not, then.” As much as I loved seeing him lose control, my body was on sensitivity overdrive.
His mouth tipped up as he leaned in and kissed me. “Thought so. It’s really okay. I’ll take care of this later.”
“Wait.” I caught his arm as he shifted to rise from the bed. “Take care of it now.” I glanced at his hard length and back to his face. “Let me watch.”
His gaze turned molten as his nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with a steadying breath. He set the washcloth aside and moved to kneel at the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving me. Not even as he took himself in hand and gave a long, slow stroke.
Already, my clit grew swollen. The muscles of his thighs stood out, his abs and bicep flexing as he moved his palm over his cock. Everything about him screamed strength, yet it was my words that had moved him here. My pleasure he was feeding by getting himself off.
It didn’t just make me feel powerful; it made me feel safe. Like I stood on the edge of a cliff about to jump, and he was the harness around my waist, allowing me the thrill of the fall while ensuring I wouldn’t get hurt.
I wanted to jump with him again and again. Experience every thrill and moment of rest in his arms.
His strokes gained a rhythm, and I rubbed my legs together to quench the sweet ache that had returned. His eyes burned, jumping from the apex of my thighs to my rapidly falling chest as my breaths grew short and fast.
I trailed my fingers over my breasts, teasing my own nipples as I watched him. I bit my lip, and he grunted, his grip flying faster and harder with almost angry tugs that drove me mad with lust.
His name rose from my mouth on a moan. “Gabe.”
“Fuck, Aubs.” He shuffled forward on the bed, straddling my hips with his strong thighs, fucking his hand directly above me.
I squirmed at the way he watched me. At how him turning me on turned him on. At the thought of him imagining it was still me he was fucking, clenching his glutes as he thrust his thick cock inside me over and over.
I pinched my nipples and arched my back, skin tingling in need of his touch.
“Come on me,” I gasped. The desire gripped me almost as strongly as my last orgasm. For him to mark me, to claim me. Paint himself on my body like one of my tattoos.
He was gasping too, pushing out deep grunts with every exhale, his tempo relentless. “You want that?”
I couldn’t lay still, practically thrashing my whole body with my nod. “Yes, yes, yes—”
He choked out a groan, catching himself with a hand near my shoulder as he spilled across my chest, splashing my swollen breasts with his cum.
“God…damn…” he panted, beads of sweat dripping off his forehead. I caught one with my tongue and grinned at his strained laugh.
I never knew sex could be like this. Fun and playful at the same time it was deep and intense.
That it could allow me to open up in a way that made me more attuned to myself, made it easy to exist as all facets of myself at once.
I’d never felt more at home in my body or at ease in my mind.
Never dreamed it’d be possible to feel both those things in the presence of another person.
With Gabe, I wanted to wrap my limbs around him and bask in the magic of the glow.
I ran my hand into the hair at his forehead. “Tomorrow’s my birthday,” I said.
His lids grew heavy from my touch. “I know.”
My heart stuttered, struggling to keep up with the warmth pouring into my chest. Our voices were whispers, like this moment was too precious to disturb.
A question sat on my tongue, big enough I almost didn’t speak it. More than anything I’d asked him for, this one felt truly selfish.
But the idea of this moment ending, of going back to the deafening quiet of being alone after the fullness we’d just shared, was worse than the possibility he might say no.
My throat tightened around the words. “Will you stay the night? As my present?”
We hadn’t done sleepovers. There’d been an unspoken agreement that spending the night together would go outside the bounds of the arrangement. Unless we were spending the whole time having sex, it wouldn’t serve our established purpose.
And while an all-night sex-a-thon was definitely in the “yes, please” column of my Things-To-Try list, it wasn’t why I asked him to stay.
Something softened in his gaze that squeezed my heart tighter.
The instinct to run from it, to retract the question before he had to answer, circled my ribs, but I didn’t cling to it.
Not while it was just the two of us in the darkening cocoon of my bedroom and the soft space we held for each other.
A smile touched his lips. “I’ll stay. But I already got you a present.”
My own smile widened as he reached for the washcloth again. “You did?”
He nodded and cleaned my chest, gentle on my tender breasts.
“What is it?”
He laughed at the eagerness in my voice. “You have to wait to find out, greedy girl.”
Arousal pooled in my belly at the nickname. He liked it when I was greedy. “Will you give me a hint?”
He set the washcloth on the edge of the towel before scooping me into his arms and carrying me toward the bathroom. “No, but I’ll give you a shower.”
Giddy energy coursed through me, guiding my tongue to his neck. “Did you bring more condoms?” I murmured.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “I guess we know you’re horny during your period.” He took in the way I bit my finger and stared at his lips. They twitched with amusement. “Noted.”