Chapter 10 #2
And yet, the moan that leaves my lips says otherwise.
I melt against his touch, his affection, his desire.
I let him pull our bodies flush. His tongue sweeps against my lips and I greedily open for him, desperate for more.
The first swipe of his tongue against mine sends pleasure tingling down my core.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve been kissed like this—like I matter.
“Ali,” he groans as he pulls back slightly.
I don’t let him get far. I reach up and grab the hair at the base of his neck, guiding his mouth to mine.
His tongue twists with mine—claiming and demanding in its exploration.
My entire body aches for more. With a firm hand on both my thighs, he lifts me.
I let out a small grunt as he shoves my back against the brick wall behind us.
With this new leverage, he moves to kiss and lick and nip at the column of my neck.
It’s infuriating perfection. I never want him to stop, and yet, I want more, no—I need more.
“Gabriel,” I whine as I roll my hips.
He chuckles against my throat as he nips at my skin. It will probably leave a mark, yet I can’t seem to care when it feels this good.
“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” he asks between kisses and licks. “Need more?” He punctuates his question with a quick roll of his hips. The hardness of him grinds against my core, causing me to suck in a sharp breath.
“Please,” I whine. The voice that comes out is deep and needy. It’s a voice I don’t even recognize.
His fingers leave my leg, finding my hand and holding his fingers in mine.
He pins me against the wall with his hips as he stares down at me.
His large frame blocks out the moonlight from above, bathing us in darkness.
In this light he looks almost sinister, as if he’s here to tear me apart and watch as I fall into the depths with him.
And yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting to plummet into whatever darkness he might be offering.
“Show me,” he urges with his hand in mine. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
A beat passes while I wet my lips and gather my nerves. Slowly, I snake our combined fingers between our pulsating bodies. He growls when I slide our hands beneath the hem of my dress.
“Gabriel, touch me. Please?” I ask as I push his hand between my thighs, guiding him to where I need him most.
So slowly, with hesitance and reverence, he runs his knuckles along the seam of my panties. I mewl when the harsh corner of his bent finger grazes lightly across my core.
“Fuck, sweet girl.” He runs his fingers along my underwear quicker this time, pushing down slightly and causing my heart rate to skyrocket. “You’re soaked already. Do you want me to play with this pretty pussy?”
His fingers reach inside the edge of my panties, pulling them to the side and exposing me to the cold night air. I roll my hips, egging him on, but he refuses to move.
“I need to hear you say it, Ali. Tell me to touch you,” he demands.
I’m too far gone, in too deep. I couldn’t deny him even if I wanted to, but I certainly don’t want to. I want this, I want him, I want this madness.
“Gabriel, please touch me,” I whisper as I lean back slightly, allowing him to see beneath the skirt of my dress.
“Good girl,” he growls as his fingers slide inside my folds.
He rubs lightly against my dripping center, teasing me before running his thumb lightly along my clit. I let out a small shocked sigh as electric energy pulses from his touch.
“You like when I do this?” he asks as he strokes my swollen clit again, pulling a moan from my throat.
“Yes,” I whimper.
He adjusts so his thumb is stroking my throbbing clit while his other digits push against my entrance. His pointer finger slides slowly inside me, stretching me open.
“Fuck,” he groans as his finger dips in and out of my channel. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He adds his middle finger, pumping both in and out of me slowly. I lose all sense of decorum and willingly plummet into this pleasure. My hips jerk and writhe as he fucks me with his fingers.
“Gabriel,” I moan. “Shit,” I pant out between breaths.
“I’m just getting started, Ali.” He smirks down at me as he curls his fingers. He massages them against my inner walls, caressing waves of growing pleasure from me.
“Oh my god!” I shout into the night air as my eyes begin to roll back into my head.
“That’s it,” he praises as he pumps harder, deeper, faster. “Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how pretty you look when you let go.”
His lips crash back down against mine. His tongue moves in tempo with his fingers. He’s playing my body expertly, demanding my release with each punishing stroke.
“Gabriel, I’m gonna—I’m gon—” The words get caught in my throat as my orgasm detonates.
My entire body goes rigid as energy crashes through me. My core clenches and my mouth falls open in a scream. Gabriel coaxes me through every wave, stroking my walls as they throb around his fingers.
“That’s it, Ali, show me how desperate you are to come undone for me,” he growls before burrowing his teeth in the crook of my neck. I register the pain, the sharpness, but my body is too overstimulated with the orgasm racking through me.
After what feels like an eternity of ecstasy, I begin to come down. I lean my head against the brick wall behind me. My breathing is heavy and ragged. Gabriel slowly withdraws his fingers from inside me. My pussy clenches at the loss and I groan.
He brings his fingers, covered in my release, to his mouth and sucks them inside. The satisfied growl that leaves his mouth has me squirming.
“Tell me, sweet thing,” Gabriel whispers in my ear as he leans in, covering my body with his own. “Does your husband make you come like that?”
His words are laced with sinister intent, and yet, the sinking pit they elicit within my stomach is not that of guilt.
No, I don’t feel guilty about my indiscretion.
The ugly twisting truth that I feel deep down is the realization that despite the knowledge that what I just did is wrong, I don’t regret it.
In fact, I can’t wait for it to happen again.
“No,” I whisper against the soft silk of his raven hair. “No, he doesn’t.”