Chapter 54
CECILIA
Setting me on the bathroom counter, Gabriel releases me to tug my shirt over my head.
“Wait—”
“No,” he says again, his hands moving to my jeans. He unbuttons them quickly, tugs the zipper down, and shimmies them down my hips and past my legs with little help from me.
Unclasping my bra, he tosses it aside before dipping low to kiss my collarbone. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
I shiver when his hand comes up, thumb stroking over my sensitive nipple.
“I—” I should say something. An objection or—I don’t know.
“Stop thinking,” he tells me.
Stepping away, he turns on the shower, taking a few extra seconds to adjust the water temperature until he gets it just right.
Turning back to me, he strips out of his own clothes until his body is gloriously bare, his cock already hard and jutting out from his body. My eyes greedily drink him in, and he smirks, mouth curled into an arrogant grin.
When he reaches for me again, he pulls me to my feet and hooks his fingers into the lace of my panties. There’s no hesitation as he pushes them down to pool at my feet.
“A string?” he asks, and instinctively, I clench my legs.
“Umm …”
He kisses me, his tongue and lips serving as a distraction as his free hand trails down past my tummy. He presses between my legs, and I’m about to object when he tugs on the string between my thighs, effectively pulling my tampon free.
I gasp, and he swallows the sound, discarding the tampon in the waste bin without ever pulling away.
“There,” he murmurs against my lips. “Problem solved.”
He nudges me toward the shower enclosure, his lips and hands never leaving my body as we step in. Swallowing hard, I step under the warm cascade of water.
Gabriel steps into the shower right behind me, his presence immediately overwhelming me in the small and enclosed space. A jolt of anticipation spears through me, and a twinge of self-consciousness gnaws at my gut.
Gabriel’s arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his chest. I can’t help but tense slightly, worry lingering in the back of my mind. But his touch is gentle, his lips finding the curve of my neck with a tender hunger that melts away some of the insecurities I have.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs against my skin, his words a balm to my doubts.
His hands roam over my body, igniting a fire inside me that eclipses any concerns I may have. With each caress, each kiss, he shows me just how much he craves me, period or not.
I arch into him, and he reaches down, drawing one of my legs up and over his hip.
Water cascades over our heads, and Gabriel’s dark strands stick to his forehead as he says, “You ready for me, baby?”
I nod, and he slowly guides himself into my core.
My mouth drops open as slips inside, his length stretching me more than what I’m used to.
Fuck,” he mutters, his head falling to my shoulder. “So good,” he says. “So fucking tight.”
I hiss at the intrusion, my body more sensitive than usual.
When he’s fully seated inside me, he flexes his hips, going impossibly deeper.
“Gabriel.”His name falls from my lips. A plea for him to move.
“I’ve got you,” he says.
Drawing his hips back, we both stare down at where our bodies connect. My blood stains his cock, and my eyes flick up to his face, but I don’t find disgust there like I expect. All I see is adoration in his eyes before he slides back inside me, his thrust achingly slow and gaze now locked on mine.
“Oh—” My body trembles and he does it again, drawing out each one of his thrusts.
I’ve never felt so desperate before. So needy. The way he takes me, his eyes boring into mine, his hands reverently holding my body, leaves me breathless and filled with wonder.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck,” he curses. “You take me so good.”
He kisses my lips, and I moan into his mouth. One calloused hand keeps hold of my thigh, the other grasps the side of my neck.
“More,” I plead. “Faster.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah. Tonight, I’m going to take you nice and slow,” he tells me, thrusting back inside. “Just like this.”
I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
My chest rises and falls, breasts heaving with each of my breaths. A sly grin slips past Gabriel’s lips as he pulls back, far enough to stare into my eyes. The connection is intimate, his hold unwavering as he continues to thrust in and out of me.
His cock hits that secret spot deep inside of me, and my leg shakes. I avert my gaze. It’s too much. He’s too much.
“There it is,” he says, amusement lighting up his eyes. “Look at me,” he demands. “I want to watch you come on my cock.” Gabriel grunts. “I want to see the moment fireworks go off in your eyes.”
His fingers dig into my thigh as I squeeze his biceps, desperate to stay standing, but I’m not sure how much longer I’ll make it.
“Come on, Cecilia,” he encourages.
My hips jerk forward to meet his, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I slide my hands to Gabriel’s shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I teeter on the edge of ecstasy.
“Come on my cock, baby.” His words, his touch, his relentless rhythm all push me closer to the brink. With each thrust, the tension builds, my body coiling tighter and tighter until I’m on the precipice of release.
And then it hits me.
A surge of pleasure crashes over me. My back arches, and my mouth falls open in a silent scream as waves of pleasure consume me from head to toe.
Gabriel’s eyes never leave mine, capturing the raw intensity of the moment as my body trembles with my release.
His own breaths come ragged and heavy, matching the erratic pace of my heartbeat.
“Oh, fuck.”
As the fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids, Gabriel’s arms wrap around me, holding me close as I ride out the storm.
When I come down, he quickens his pace. His movements become more urgent as he chases his own release, and I watch him intently through hooded eyes.
My breath catches in my throat, and I get lost in the raw intensity in his gaze. The sheer possessiveness he doesn’t bother to mask.
Gabriel’s brows furrow in concentration, his lips parting slightly.
I lean forward and kiss him. My teeth tugging at his full bottom lip.
He groans into my mouth.
I can feel the tension building in his muscles. His body coils like a tightly wound spring on the verge of snapping.
His rhythm becomes more erratic as he inches closer to the edge. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, urging him on as I revel in the feeling of his slick body against mine.
“Fuck.” With a guttural groan, Gabriel finds his release, his body shuddering against mine as he empties himself inside me.
I hold him close, feeling the warmth of his breath against my skin.
The water continues to fall around us, the enclosure thick with steam. After several long seconds, Gabriel releases my thigh, lowering my leg until it touches the warm tile and I’m able to stand on my own two feet.
In this moment, it’s as if time stands still. All that exists is the two of us, lost in our own blissful oblivion.
But there’s a warning in the back of my mind reminding me that like all good things, this too will eventually come to an end.
Only, I realize, I don’t want it to.