Chapter 16 #2
When our lips meet, there’s none of the desperate clash of the night before. No teeth, no battle for dominance, no driving need to escape or forget. His mouth moves over mine, learning the shape of my lips without rushing toward more.
The kiss deepens, my tongue sliding along the seam of his mouth. He opens for me with a groan as his hand cups the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair without pulling or controlling.
I shift closer, pushing the sheet aside so that nothing separates us. Our hard lengths align, and I grip his ass, my hips moving in a languid roll.
His breath hitches, and his leg hooks around my hip. Taking the hint, I push him onto his back, sliding my body over his, chest to chest, legs tangling. The friction of skin on skin sends electricity through my nerve endings.
Gabriel’s hands settle on my hips as he writhes beneath me. “Want you inside me.”
“No need to rush,” I murmur against his throat, feeling his pulse jump beneath my lips. “We’ve got nowhere to be.”
His fingers flex on my hips. “We can go slow next time.”
“Be good and show some patience.”
My hands map the planes of Gabriel’s chest, fingertips tracing the definition of muscle beneath smooth skin. His breath catches when I circle his nipples, the small buds hardening under my touch.
I bend to replace fingers with mouth, tongue flattening over his sternum, tasting salt and sleep and the faint trace of expensive cologne that clings to him even after a night in my bed. His hands slide into my hair, his back arching.
“Why do you always smell so fucking good?” I murmur, lips caressing his skin, and the vibration of my words pulls a soft whimper from his throat.
His fingers flex against my scalp, gentle pressure without demand. “You, too. Your pheromones drive me crazy.”
I raise my head to find his cheeks flushed with arousal. My hand travels lower, wrapping around Gabriel’s length to stroke him. His head tips back on the pillow to leave his throat bared in a display of trust that sends heat spiraling straight to my hips.
I want to sink my teeth into him, to leave my Mark, even if it won’t last. I’ll just keep Marking him until it leaves a scar for all the world to see.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmur, the words escaping before I can catch them.
Gabriel’s eyes fly open in surprise. “That’s the first compliment you’ve ever given me.”
I duck my head, embarrassed by my own honesty. “Don’t get used to it.”
His head falls back again. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I grab the lube on the nightstand, flicking the cap open, and I pour the slick liquid onto my palm.
Gabriel spreads his legs wider, inviting me in without words. I settle between his thighs, my cock heavy and throbbing as I coat my fingers in lube.
I circle his entrance with slick fingers. “You sure about this?”
“God, yes.” He moans as I slide one finger inside him.
The tight heat of his body envelops my finger, muscles clenching around the intrusion before relaxing. I work him open with care, adding a second finger when he rocks into my hand.
“I’m good,” he breathes, pupils dilated so wide they eat up all the color. “Give me more.”
I curl my fingers, searching for the bundle of nerves inside him. When I find it, his entire body jolts, a groan tearing from his throat. The sound sends blood rushing to my dick, and I have to take a deep breath to maintain control.
“Saint,” he pleads, fingers twisting in the sheets. “I want you.”
His raw need breaks through my remaining restraint. I withdraw my fingers and slick my cock, positioning myself at his entrance. His legs tighten, pulling me closer as I push forward.
The first breach of his body pulls a groan from us both. I go slow, watching him for any signs of discomfort as I sink into him inch by inch. His head falls back, lips parting on a silent gasp as I bottom out.
“Fuck,” I pant, the tight heat around my dick almost too much to bear. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Gabriel’s hands slide up my arms to grip my shoulders. “Move, please.”
I roll my hips in a slow thrust, taking my time to prolong the pleasure. His breath catches with each stroke, his cock trapped between our bodies, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.
Unlike before, when my focus narrowed to chasing my own pleasure, I remain aware of Gabriel beneath me, the flush spreading across his chest, the soft sounds drawn from him when I hit his sweet spot, the way his fingers dig into my skin.
“You feel incredible,” he groans, rough with arousal. “Like you were made to fit inside me.”
The words send a surge of pleasure through me, and I bend to capture his mouth, swallowing his moans as I deepen my thrusts. His tongue curls around mine, hot and eager, filling my senses with slick heat and drowning pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” I urge, pulling back enough to watch as his hand wraps around his cock.
He strokes himself in time with my thrusts, his body tightening around me in a way that threatens to end things too soon. I slow my pace, dragging each thrust out to savor the sensation of his body yielding to mine.
Gabriel’s free hand cups my cheek. “Stay right here, with me.”
I maintain eye contact as I pick up the pace again, driving into him with renewed purpose. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my mouth back to his for a kiss that steals my breath and gives it back in the same instant.
His body squeezes around me as his climax approaches, inner muscles clenching in rhythmic pulses. I reach between us to wrap my hand around his, both of us stroking his cock as his back arches off the bed.
“Come for me,” I whisper against his lips, and he does, spilling hot over our joined hands with a broken cry of my name.
His pleasure, the clench of his body around me, and his release all push me over the edge. My hips stutter as I bury myself deep inside him, my orgasm tearing through me, so intense it leaves me gasping.
For long moments, we lie tangled together, my weight half-supported on trembling arms as we catch our breath, while possibilities charge the air between us that I’m not ready to name.
When I withdraw from his body, Gabriel winces, and concern fills me. “Did I hurt you?”
He shakes his head, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. “No. It was perfect.”
I roll onto my side, and Gabriel turns toward me, our bodies mirroring each other on the rumpled sheets. His hand finds mine between us, fingers intertwining without pressure or expectation.
“That was different,” he says, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand.
I swallow past my nerves. “Good different?”
“Amazing different.” He searches my face. “You stopped holding back.”
The observation catches me off guard with its accuracy.
“I should get up,” I mutter, but make no move to do so. “We have too much shit to figure out to be lazing in bed.”
Gabriel hooks his leg over mine. “Didn’t you just say we had nowhere to be today?”
“I lied.”
He bats his lashes at me. “Five more minutes?”
“Fine.”
As five minutes becomes ten, then twenty, I allow myself to consider a future where mornings like this aren’t anomalies. Where it becomes normal to wake up with Gabriel in my bed.
And for the first time in my life, I find myself wanting to keep rather than discard, to build rather than destroy.