Chapter 26
LAILA
Gabriel and I slid onto the back seat of our chauffeur-driven car and lasted less than five seconds before our mouths slammed together.
The privacy screen was already up and the windows were tinted so there was no danger of anyone seeing us.
And even if there was, right now, I didn’t care.
The only thing that existed was Gabriel and his insanely talented lips.
What felt like minutes later, Daphné announced on the intercom that we’d arrived at the hotel.
Reluctantly we dragged ourselves apart then sprinted into reception before darting into the lift. Gabriel didn’t even wait for the door to close before he cupped my face and kissed me.
As he claimed me with his mouth, I bucked against him. This felt so good, I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to stand upright.
My entire body tingled with desire and need.
With every millisecond that passed, the kiss became deeper, hungrier and desperate.
The lift was taking too long. It felt like we were trying to get to the thousandth floor instead of just the fifth.
I wanted Gabriel so much that I was convinced that if he didn’t bury himself inside me within the next sixty seconds, I’d self-destruct.
Finally, the lift doors sprang open and we stumbled into the hallway, our lips still glued together.
I clumsily unzipped my bag, then rooted around for the keycard, cursing that I hadn’t put it somewhere easier to reach. Every moment that I had to use my hand to look for it meant time away from touching his hard body.
Just as we reached my room, I found the keycard, hastily tapped it on the reader then we pushed our bodies against the door to open it, before almost falling over the threshold.
The lights flicked on just as Gabriel pushed me against the wall and I wrapped my leg around his back.
‘God, I want you, please,’ I pleaded.
‘Mmmm,’ Gabriel groaned into my mouth. ‘I like hearing you beg,’ he said as he picked me up and carried me to the bed.
I thought he was about to join me, but instead he walked to the window and opened the curtains before dragging a table and chair from the other side of the room and positioning them in front of the window.
Then he strode back to the bed, pulled off the sheet and draped it over the chair. Next, he picked me up and placed me on the chair.
‘Should we turn off the lights?’ I said, feeling self-conscious.
‘Non,’ he growled. ‘I have dreamt of this moment for years and I want to be able to see your face when you come all over my tongue.’
I was sure that those words alone were enough to make the elastic in my knickers snap.
Gabriel dropped to his knees.
‘Spread your legs,’ he commanded. ‘I was not allowed to make you come at the top of the Eiffel Tower, so now I will make you scream my name whilst you admire the view of it. Then, unless you object, I will fuck you. Every time you think of Paris, I want you to remember how well I satisfied you.’
Bloody hell.
I wasn’t going to argue with that.
I spread my legs wide then lifted my hips as Gabriel rolled off my skirt then started dragging off my knickers with his teeth.
As his nose brushed between my legs, I bucked against his face.
‘Please,’ I begged.
‘Patience,’ he said as his eyes fixed on mine.
He was peeling off my knickers so slowly it was agonisingly delicious. I was so desperate for him.
I could count on one hand the number of times a man had usually reluctantly gone down on me and it had been several years since the last time, so the anticipation was almost too much.
Eventually, when my knickers were gone and I was there laid bare in front of him, Gabriel fixed his eyes between my legs.
‘Mon Dieu.’ He licked his lips. ‘S’il-te-plait. Can I taste your beautiful pussy?’
‘Oui,’ I panted.
Gabriel dipped his head between my legs and as he gave me a long, slow, lick, I cried out.
‘Oh, Jesus!’
His head flew up.
‘You want me to stop?’ he asked.
‘Fuck, no! Don’t stop!’
He licked me again and I cried out.
‘You are so wet.’ He lifted his head and his eyes met mine. ‘Is this all for me?’
‘Yes,’ I panted.
Gabriel smirked and returned to licking me.
God, this felt incredible.
I never wanted him to stop. I needed more.
More of his tongue. More of the friction of his stubble between my thighs.
More of everything.
After gripping Gabriel’s head, I pushed it deeper into me, pulling on his thick, dark hair.
I couldn’t believe a man as beautiful and talented as Gabriel was going down on me in front of a massive window with views of the Eiffel Tower and the whole of Paris lit up in front of my eyes.
But as stunning as the backdrop was, it wasn’t that which had caught my attention. It was him.
Watching Gabriel devour me with such commitment was the biggest turn-on of my life. Anyone would think that my pussy had been dipped in his favourite sauce and he wasn’t going to stop until he’d licked away every last drop.
Gabriel continued licking and sucking my clit so enthusiastically that I was sure I wouldn’t last.
Normally during any kind of sex I’d be wondering what I could do to get my head in the right space to help bring myself over the edge because I wasn’t being satisfied, but right now it was the complete opposite.
Gabriel was eating me out so skilfully that I was hurtling towards my orgasm way too quickly.
I had to control myself. I couldn’t come yet. It felt too good.
As he thrust two fingers inside of me, and started circling my clit with his tongue at the same time, my hips bucked up.
That was it.
I was a goner.
I’d tried my best, but there was no way I’d be able to hold back the wave now.
The sensations started building from my toes, zipping all the way up through my bloodstream.
‘Oh, God,’ I panted. ‘Oh, God, Gabriel! Oh, oh, ohhhh!’ I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me like a tsunami.
My whole body trembled, my brain turned to mush and then I collapsed back on the chair.
Gabriel gave me three more long, slow licks before he stopped and lifted his head.
‘?a va?’ he asked, a satisfied smirk on his face.
‘I’m more than okay,’ I said.
‘If you are ready, I will make you feel even better.’
‘I’m ready,’ I whimpered.
I totally wasn’t. I should at least have a little time out to catch my breath, but he was too tempting. I wanted more.
‘Bien. I will fuck you now, but if you need me to stop, if I am too much, you tell me, d’accord?’
‘Oui,’ I said, slightly nervous about his comment about him being too much.
Gabriel stood in front of me and unbuckled his belt before unzipping his trousers. He gripped the waist and went to pull them down then paused.
Noooo!
I was desperate to see all of him.
But when he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, then a condom, I understood why he’d stopped.
To my shame, I was so caught up in the moment I hadn’t even thought about protection. I’d packed a small box, but it was buried deep in my suitcase because I thought I wouldn’t need it. I was glad to be proven wrong.
‘Take this,’ Gabriel commanded as he handed me the foil packet. I did as he asked then bit my lip as his hands returned to his trousers and the important task of removing them.
I was tempted to offer to help, but then I decided to lie back and enjoy the show.
When I’d been forced to watch that stripper last month, I’d felt so uncomfortable. I had zero interest in watching that man take his clothes off. I couldn’t get out of there quick enough.
But with Gabriel it was a whole different story. Right now, I was torn between wanting him to rip his trousers and boxers off ASAP whilst also wishing he could do it in slow motion so that I could savour every delicious moment.
As he pulled his trousers and boxer shorts lower and lower, fresh waves of desire rocketed through me.
And when his cock sprang free, I gulped.
‘Fucking hell!’ I said, the words flying out before I could stop them. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud but it was a shock.
Now I understood what he meant when he’d said ‘if I am too much’.
That wasn’t a penis between his legs, that was a freaking oversized French baguette.
He was long and thick and honestly, I was seriously concerned about how all of that was going to fit. Especially considering how long it’d been since I’d been with anyone.
‘Would you like to put it on?’ He pointed to the condom as he stepped out of his clothes.
‘Um, yeah.’ I swallowed the lump of concrete in my throat.
I ripped open the packet and the moment I started rolling it down his hard length all my fears of how much it might hurt and the concerns I’d had about whether or not we should be doing this evaporated.
I wanted him.
And I wanted him now.
‘Fuck me,’ I whispered.
‘Tell me again,’ Gabriel growled as he lined his cock up at my entrance, ‘but louder.’
‘I said, I want you to fuck me,’ I repeated firmly.
A mischievous smile erupted across his face, then he slammed into me.
‘Jesus!’ I cried out.
‘?a va?’ Gabriel checked.
‘Oui,’ I panted. ‘Just adjusting. Don’t stop and don’t hold back.’
Gabriel slammed into me again and I questioned my request to ask him to go harder when I was already struggling to take him, but as he continued pumping in and out of me, I was glad that I did.
Yes, it stung a little at first (okay, a lot), but now as he continued thrusting, that pain had quickly morphed into the sweetest pleasure that I never wanted to end.
‘Lift your legs up higher,’ he commanded.
I wasted no time in wrapping them around his neck. Jesus. I thought it felt fantastic before, but now it was exquisite.
This wasn’t sex. This was the definition of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
It wasn’t just the sensation of him filling me up and stretching me to the hilt, it was the way that all of my senses were being assaulted.
It was the sight of his incredible body, which looked like it’d been carved by angels. And the way his enormous cock slid in and out of me.
His scent was rich and masculine and mixing it with the illicit aroma of sex was intoxicating.
As he trailed his fingers over my lips, I tasted my own juices, sending a reminder of how enthusiastically he’d buried his face between my legs just minutes ago shooting through my head.
And the sounds of our sweaty skin slapping against each other as he slammed into me over and over again along with my moans when he started circling my clit were a powerful cocktail that sent me hurtling closer towards my inevitable orgasm.
Knowing that I was guaranteed to come again so quickly was crazy. The only thing that was inevitable when I’d slept with other men was that I’d be disappointed. But Gabriel was proving yet again that he wasn’t like all the others. He was in a league of his own.
‘Oh, God,’ I panted again. ‘I won’t last. If you touch me, I won’t…’
Gabriel continued lavishing my clit with attention whilst he pumped in and out, harder and faster, his eyes rolling almost to the back of his head.
‘You have no idea how fucking amazing you feel, Laila,’ he growled. ‘I love the way you take my dick.’
‘Oh, Jesus,’ I said as a rush of adrenaline flooded my bloodstream. I had no idea that I liked dirty talk so much until I heard the filthy things that poured out of Gabriel’s delicious mouth. ‘I’m coming.’ I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my body not to lose control.
I didn’t want this to end.
Not yet.
Just five more minutes, even two more minutes would be good.
My requests were ignored.
Gabriel’s fingers and dick were just too talented.
The wave built at record speed and I cried out like a strangled animal as I was catapulted over the edge.
‘Gabriel, fuck, Gabriel!’ I wailed before slumping back onto the chair.
He grinned, before thrusting several more times.
A feral growl flew from his lips then he collapsed on top of me.
‘Wow. That was incredible,’ I said, struggling to catch my breath.
‘It was.’ Gabriel lifted his head and planted a soft kiss on my lips. ‘And that was only our first time together. The next time will be even better.’
I know I should have protested and told him that it couldn’t happen again, but I was still high from my orgasm and I didn’t want to waste valuable energy.
Anyway, this was a one-night stand, so as long as it was still nighttime and the sun hadn’t come out to officially mark the start of a brand-new day, it was totally fine to do it again (and again), right?
We’d be sensible tomorrow. But for tonight, Gabriel and I had an all-access pass to each other’s bodies and I intended to make the most of it.