Chapter 49
Gabriella
Vic’s mouth should be illegal. He kisses me like I’m his salvation.
His hands move to my waist as he pulls back, slowly separating our skin.
“I want your clothes off. I want everything off.” I sit there in stunned silence from Vic’s dominant command, not because I don’t want to do it, but because I’ve never wanted to do anything more.
I feel like all the molecules in my body are moving so fast that my skin is the only thing keeping me together.
“Gabriella,” Vic growls, “don’t make me ask you again. ”
Ooookay, panties are officially drenched.
I can feel the dam inside me breaking. I’m so fucking hot for this man.
I scramble to get up on the blankets in the bed of the Camino, but then I remember that I have power here, too.
I slow my movements, even though all I want is to rip this dress to shreds to get it off quicker.
Vic quirks his eyebrow at my slight defiance.
With Vic still standing on the ground and me a couple of feet away, standing in the bed of the car, I’m looking down on him as I slowly untie the halter of my dress.
Vic pops the button on his jeans and unzips as I let the top of my dress fall, exposing my bare breasts.
Vic’s sharp intake of air and hard tug at his now freed cock stokes the fire in my belly. He really is delicious.
I push my panties down with the rest of my dress, shivering when the cool night air hits the skin on every part of my body.
Goosebumps roll across me, causing my nipples to pebble.
I took off my shoes earlier before we sat down to eat, so I’m now fully naked in the open air with my magnificent husband’s eyes boring into me.
“I want you naked, Vic. I want to feel your skin on my skin.” Wow, saying what I want feels empowering. Vic’s grin shows that he agrees with me as he moves to rid himself of clothing.
Vic slowly strokes himself as he climbs onto the blankets, his body lit only by the flickering fairy lights draped around the bed. Damn, he’s beautiful. “What do you want now, Rockstar?” He’s giving me room to try out my newly found voice.
I’m still standing, and Vic is kneeling before me.
I can feel his warm breath on my bare pussy.
I reach down and grip his hair, pulling his head back.
“Show me how hungry you are.” That’s all I have to say before Vic’s mouth is on my clit, his hands moving up my thighs and gripping my ass, pushing my body into his face.
I can feel the flat of his tongue glide between my legs, separating my folds as he pushes inside me, “Oh fuck, Vic!” Jesus, that feels so good.
This brick house of a man is on his knees worshiping me through his licks, sucks, and bites.
My body is trembling as my climax builds in my belly.
Shit, this feels like I might explode, my knees are shaking so bad that I have to put one of my hands on Vic’s shoulders to keep myself standing while my body fucks his face without shame.
I feel Vic’s hands tighten on my cheeks, and his tongue presses harder while he lets out a groan. “Fuck Vic, I’m gonna come.” A few more licks and my climax explodes all over Vic’s chin and down my legs. A soft, satisfied hum comes from him as he continues licking me through my convulsions.
Leaning back with my hand still in his hair, I can see a look of heat and satisfaction on his face as he continues to lick his lips.
“Now what would you like, My Queen?” Wow, just that phrase makes me feel like I’m sitting on a throne.
I bite the corner of my bottom lip in thought before releasing my next sentence.
I would normally talk myself out of what I’m about to say, but the last few months have given me new confidence. “Whose pussy is this?” I ask him as I tighten my hold on his hair.
Vic’s jaw drops a bit, giving me an open-mouth smile. “Mine,” Vic growls, squeezing my thighs as punctuation. I smile back at him and prepare myself for the control he’s about to lose at my next words.
“Prove it,” I whisper. Without another word from me, Vic grabs ahold of my waist, and I’m on my back before I can take another breath.
“With pleasure.” Vic’s words are on an exhale like he’s been waiting for that challenge for decades.
Lying on top of me, I can feel him, like a velvet-covered steel pipe between my legs.
He kisses me with fervor, starting at my mouth, working his way down my throat, to each of my breasts, giving each attention with his lips, tongue, and teeth.
I arch into his mouth as he clamps down on my nipple, running his hands over my skin, grinding against my soaking cunt.
I can feel him all over, just like I told Ty to do to Emma last week.
Fuck, this is so overwhelming. Both of our bodies are shaking in anticipation of what is about to happen.
I feel like it’s the first time again, just without the teenage angst.
Vic slides back up, our eyes colliding. He wraps one hand around the nape of my neck and slides the other down in between us. This is it. My chest starts rising and falling faster. Fuck, I might explode when he pushes inside me. Hell, I might explode if he doesn’t.
He pauses for a few more seconds, eye to eye, both of us breathing heavily.
I can feel his crown at my opening, and a rush of heat and liquid pushes out of me.
I know he feels it too because his eyes close slowly, and his chest rumbles in approval.
When he opens his eyes again, he squeezes his hand tighter on my neck, “You keep your eyes on mine, Rockstar, you understand me?” I nod slightly, that’s all I can do, stunned by his dominance.
With our eyes locked, he slides inside me ever so slowly.
Both of our eyes widen, and Vic leans his forehead to mine.
Much to both of our surprise, neither one of us can keep our eyes open for this part.
When Vic is fully seated inside me, we’re both still, eyes closed, breaths heavy.
Tremors rack my body while I feel him shake against me.
“Fuuuuck,” Vic whispers. This. This is who we are together.
Vic moves both hands to my hair, using his elbows to hold most of his weight.
Both our eyes are back open and on each other when Vic starts moving.
I feel so full and stretched. Electricity fires off at every point where our skin is touching.
“Oh my god.” That’s about the only words I can put together while trying to prevent my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Jesus, G, you feel so fucking good.” He pumps in and out while grinding against my clit. “Soaking wet for me and so tight, baby.” I can’t stop the moan from leaving my lips. His words get to me every fucking time. I can feel my pussy slathering his cock in juices with each movement of his hips.
Keeping my eyes on his, I can’t help the filth that spills from my lips, “You’re so fucking big, Vic. Fuck me. Pound into me. Ruin my pussy.” Speaking like this is so damn liberating.
“Fuck, Gabbi, you keep talking like that and I’m not gonna last five minutes, baby.” Vic starts driving into me harder despite what he just said.
I fist my fingers in his hair and wrap my legs around his waist. At that, Vic lets out a long, satisfied groan, “We have all night, baby. I want you to fill me up, Vic, claim what’s yours.
” That does it. Vic starts ramming into me, hard.
There’s a small amount of pain and a whole fucking lot of pleasure.
Heat coils in my stomach as our breathing quickens.
Oh fuck, this is going to be a huge orgasm, I can feel it.
Vic’s movements become erratic, and I know he’s close, so am I.
Our noises are loud and unsuppressed, the sounds of our bodies are obscene.
The fire spreads throughout my entire body, and I feel like I’m being pulled up a hill only to be dropped off the cliff on the other side.
A couple more drives of his hips, and my whole world explodes, the feeling of falling off a cliff overtaking me.
I let out an animalistic sound, and feel Vic stiffen, followed by his own inhuman sound.
Our eyes remain on each other as Vic lazily fucks me through our descent. Our chests remain heaving, sweat covering us both. Vic softly presses his lips to mine, and that’s my breaking point.
Every emotion I’ve suppressed over the last couple of years, every feeling that has returned in the last couple of months.
The fear of losing him, of losing us. The resolve that I had lost myself.
It all comes rushing in at that very moment.
My eyes fill with tears, and when Vic pulls back from the kiss, the dam breaks.
Vic just wraps his arms around me and rolls us over so he is on his back and I’m splayed over his front.
He rubs my back with one hand while the other holds the back of my head, fingers laced in my hair.
Vic doesn’t shush me; he doesn’t try to console me.
He just lies there, keeps his hands on me, and lets me cry.
He doesn’t have to ask me what’s wrong; he’s experienced this a couple of times in our life together.
Typically, whenever life became overwhelming, and the release of our bodies would break down all of the walls keeping my emotions in check.
After what feels like forever, the sobs subside and the tears slow. Only then does Vic speak, “Do you want to tell me about it?”
I take a deep breath, reveling in his touch.
I could tell him everything right now and just be done with this last secret between us.
I could, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to ruin this.
I just want to be here with him. “It’s just been so long, baby.
I missed you so much, even though I didn’t realize it. I missed us, does that make sense?”
Pulling me in tighter, he places a kiss on the top of my head, “Perfect sense, baby, I missed you too.” After a beat of silence, Vic whispers, “I fucking love you, Gabriella Scott.”
I can’t help the huge smile that spreads across my face. I look up at him, placing my chin on his sternum, “I fucking love you, Victor Scott.” Both of us stare at each other with our cheesy ass grins.
Before long, Vic’s mouth is tangling with mine, and we’re moving into round two.