Chapter 14 Sophia #2
I crossed my arms and gave him my best glare.
He smiled innocently, but it was clear he was unfamiliar with the expression. “Not that I'm telling my woman to go to the kitchen and make me a sandwich. I just meant something easy.”
My heart fluttered, My woman?
“Of course, of course, it is my duty after all.” I stood up and walked daintily toward the kitchen. “Oh silly me, I forgot.” I reached down and took off my socks. “I am to be barefoot in the kitchen.”
“Thats right.” He teased as he dodged my socks with a deep laugh. “You’re lucky those stink bombs didn’t hit me.”
I pressed my lips together and lifted my hand threateningly as I stormed toward him.
“Aren’t you going to ask how I want my sandwich?” he said, pretending to recoil in pain as my little fist made contact with his tree trunk of an arm.
I rolled my eyes, then held the demeanor of an oppressed housewife again. “How would you like it, dear?”
“Hmm, surprise me.”
I twirled around, padded over to the small kitchen and pulled myself up onto the counter, letting my legs dangle above the ground. I pulled out my phone and started placing an order from my favorite sandwich place. After a moment, Gabriel walked over to me with a curious smile.
“What are you doing?”
I flicked my eyes up at him, then back to my phone. “Making you a sandwich, of course.” I showed him the screen while placing the order. “There is no food here obviously, but after work tomorrow you can take me to the store and we can fill up the fridge.”
Gabriel nodded with a playful expression. "Tomorrow? So I'll be staying here tonight?"
"I never said that. You're reading into things." I retorted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear before meeting his gaze.
He stepped forward, confidence radiating from him.
“Me? Reading into things? Never.” His hands gripped my waist, and he pulled me near the edge of the counter, into him.
I wrapped my legs around him and my breath hitched as he kissed me.
The world faded away as his taste flooded my senses.
His cologne mixed with his natural scent was a masculine force I couldn’t resist. His stubble tickled me as his slow kisses trailed lower down my neck.
He was intoxicating. He pulled me tighter against him, over the edge of the counter.
A soft gasp slipped from my lips and I threw my arms around his neck, pressing my face into his warm shoulder, kissing his neck as I became weightless in his arms. He groaned in response, tightening his grip on me.
"I don't think you know what you're doing to me, Sophia," he murmured into my hair, his voice rich with desire. I could feel his heart racing under my palm on his chest.
I leaned back enough to see his eyes. He trailed his hand down over my chest, and down to the button on my pants. Our breaths mingled. I bit my lower lip, my gaze never leaving his as I gave a slight nod. A low growl rumbled from deep within him, sending a shiver down my spine.
“You have no idea how much I want you, how badly I need you." He said, Our faces inches apart as he worked on the button of my pants with one hand.
“Yes I do, I can see it in your eyes.” I squealed as he suddenly lifted me onto his broad shoulder, fireman-style, bending me over at my hips.
The world turned upside down, his strong hand shifting to support my lower back.
I felt his other hand grip the back of my pants.
He pulled them down along with my panties and threw them aside before slapping my ass hard.
I felt a blush creep up my neck, the sudden exposure to him was as overwhelming as it was exciting.
He lowered me back into his arms and I wrapped my bare legs tightly around his waist. His eyes raked over my body as I leaned back, lifting my shirt.
The look in his eye made my heart race as I lifted the tight fabric up, letting my boobs drop with a perky bounce.
"Damn, Sophia…you are something else." His voice rough and low.
The corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile as I finished taking off my shirt and he set me back down on the cold counter top.
I couldn't suppress a shiver as his hands ran up my thighs.
His expression darkened, and he looked up at me with an intensity that made me draw in a sharp breath.
He grabbed my legs and spread them wide.
I was completely exposed to him, blushing harder than ever as he slowly lowered onto his knees.
His mouth descended on me; The first wave of soft, warm pleasure shot through my body, making my toes curl.
I gasped, the cold countertop under me was a stark contrast to his warm breath.
He teased me with his tongue, then, as if reading my mind licked where my body demanded, sending pulses of pleasure up my spine.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer. My head fell back against the cabinet as my breath hitched. His one arm wrapped around me to keep me close while the other roamed up my stomach, then tracing along the underside of my breasts.
"Gabriel," I moaned out his name like it was the only word I knew. The sensation was overwhelming. My body trembled beneath him and he growled in response— a deep rumble that vibrated against me.
His movements shifted, becoming deliberate and slow.
Too slow. He was torturing me, but I loved it.
He moved his mouth from between my legs to kiss up my torso, his tongue leaving a trail of tingles up to my breasts.
He took one nipple into his mouth as his hand found its way back down between my thighs.
My body arched into him and I clenched my eyes shut as waves of pleasure washed over me—each wave stronger than the last until it crested into an all-consuming climax that left me trembling and gasping for air on the kitchen counter.
With a swift movement, he had me off the counter and against the wall, his body pressing into mine. His lips on my neck, tracing a tingling path along my skin. A small moan escaped me, and he chuckled against my neck.
"You like that...don't you?" he breathed into my ear.
I bit my lip and nodded, feeling my face scratch up against his stubble.
His voice alone was enough to make my knees buckle; this time there was a wall to keep me upright.
I clung onto him for dear life as he lifted me higher, then planted his face into my chest, content to suffocate there as he kissed.
He pulled back and kissed me again, then looked into my eyes.
We both breathed heavily as we took each other in.
His gaze was heavy and filled with desire, his blue eyes darkened by lust. He reached down with one hand, unbuttoning his pants.
They fell to the ground and In one swift movement, he entered me hard against the wall and I cried out at the sudden intrusion, clutching onto him for support as he stilled to let me adjust to him.
It wasn't long before he started moving again with slow deliberate strokes that had me gasping for breath.
"Look at me," he demanded, voice thick with desire and power.
I met his gaze, his eyes reflecting the arousal coursing through my veins.
The sight of him as he filled my up completely sent another wave of pleasure crashing over me.
His hand slid down to my waist, gripping firmly and guiding me into a rhythm with him.
He bucked his hips harder against mine then, driving deeper inside me. A strangled cry tore from my throat, quickly swallowed by another passionate kiss from Gabriel.
His rhythm was relentless, each thrust better than the last. He grunted and growled in response to my gasps and cries, each sound encouraging him to push harder, faster. His movements became more frenzied, his grip on me tightening as his breathing grew ragged.
"Gabriel," I breathed out in a desperate moan, clutching onto him tighter as the tension coiled within me started to reach its peak.
He groaned back, his voice rough and deep sent me spiraling over the edge.
My vision blurred as a blinding wave of ecstasy ripped through me.
My body clenched tight around him, drawing a loud groan from Gabriel as he continued to drive into me hard.
Dark spots swam in my vision as pleasure ripped though me.
His eyes locked onto mine. He took a sharp breathe and I felt the muscles of his body tense against mine.
I held my breath, caught in the intensity of his gaze as he thrust into me one final time.
His chest rose and fell as he drew in ragged breaths, a bead of sweat traveling down his chest, over the ridges of his abs.
He lowered me to the ground, as I trembled from the waves of pleasure that coursed through me.
He went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of water, took a few gulps then handed me the half full bottle.
I clutched the bottle with my trembling hands and brought it up to my lips when a knock came at the door.
I looked up at Gabriel, confused at who could be knocking.
He smiled wickedly, “Maybe the neighbor heard us.” Then a sudden realization appeared on his face. “Sandwiches.” He said, then casually motioned for me to go into the hallway.
I crawled weakly out of sight towards the shadows in the hallway as he pulled up his jeans. Another knock came at the door and he opened it, covered in sweat, still breathing heavily. I heard a soft voice struggle to find words.
“Uh hello I am here to- to deliver this.” It was obvious from the tone in the girls voice that she knew exactly what was happening.
I could never order delivery from that restaurant again, but it was worth it.
She probably had waited until it was over to knock, we weren’t exactly being quiet.
Gabriel closed the door without a word then came to me in the hallway.
“Hungry?” He asked, holding up the bag.
I shook my head, there was no way I could manage to eat right now, I needed to lay in bed and recover.
“I will later, I need to lay down. That was-”
“The best thing you’ve ever experienced in your life?” he said.
“I was going to say good enough.” My eyes fluttered and I couldn’t stop my lips from curling into a smile.
His laughter echoed throughout the apartment, a deep rich sound that warmed me from the inside, again.
He set the bag down and gathered me into his arms, carrying me effortlessly towards the bedroom like I weighed nothing more than a feather.
Once inside, he carefully laid me down on the plush mattress, pulling the covers over my still naked body. The white sheets felt cool and comforting against my flushed skin.
“Ill be with you in a minute.”
I watched his retreating figure, my eyes drinking in the powerful lines and muscles of his back.
I lay my head on the plump pillow and let out a sigh, tracing my fingers along the faint creases of the white sheets.
My body still hummed, his scent all over me filled each breath.
I closed my eyes and heard him in the kitchen, the sound of paper bag crinkling as he unwrapped his sandwich.
“Nice.” I heard him say to himself. I smiled, imagining him appreciating his sandwich as the world seemed to grow distant.
I opened my eyes to the brilliant sunlight pouring through the window, lighting him up as he lay next to me in a deep sleep.