11. Gabe
Chapter 11
Gabe
“Why the pout, Mrs. Burns?”
“You know why,” I grumble as the elevator doors open to the penthouse.
My husband has teased me for days, refusing to touch me again until we said our vows. He’s driven me insane with fleeting kisses and caresses but hasn’t taken things to their natural conclusion. I know he’s being thoughtful, allowing me to recover from my first time, but I’m over it. The sexual frustration is close to driving me mad.
“The virgin I rescued from a dark alley has turned into a sex-crazed monster,” he teases, swinging me into his arms with an ease that makes my breath catch .
I curl my arms around his neck, leaning in to nip his ear. “Stop talking and tend to your husbandly duties.”
“Believe me, it’s been as hard for me as it has for you,” he says roughly as he places me gently on the bed, his eyes raw with need as they meet mine.
I sprawl across the sheets in my wedding dress, already so aroused I could combust. “Do you spray yourself with testosterone?” I demand. “Is that why I can’t resist you?”
Gabriel leans over me with unmistakable intent and his ever-present air of protectiveness. “Special blend designed to trap you, my little bird.”
I scoot up the bed to lean against the headboard, watching him with a hunger I don’t try to hide. “I didn’t thank you for my present.”
When I changed into my dress earlier, a velvet box was waiting on the bed. Inside, an exquisite diamond charm bracelet lay on white silk with a little bird dangling from it.
“Oh, I intend to have your gratitude tonight, wife.” He smirks as he sits on the bed beside me.
Wife.
I love the sound of that on his lips. Desire ripples through me, spiced with anticipation .
His hip nudges mine as he removes the pins from my hair., allowing it to fall around my shoulders. Brushing it aside, he kisses my neck. That same sensitive spot he found the other night when he was inside me.
He kisses me, a fleeting press of his lips to mine. I grumble and follow him for more, grabbing his shoulders and pressing my mouth to his. His tongue flickers out, but he withdraws after a brief taste.
Leaning away, he opens the nightstand and pulls something out. “Close your eyes.”
My heart performs acrobatics. “What?—”
“Close your eyes, little bird.” The command in his voice is unmistakable.
Heat pools in my core as I rest my head against the headboard and close my eyes. My other senses sharpen. The bed is soft beneath me, the Egyptian cotton sheets smooth beneath my fingers. Gabriel’s musky scent teases my nostrils, and his warm breath fans my neck, lifting the tiny hairs on my body. Every nerve ending is on alert, attuned to him.
A whisper of fabric touches my face, and something smooth covers my eyes .
“What are you doing?” I ask, lifting my hands instinctively.
“Don’t touch.” Gabriel’s words stall my movement as his hands move deftly behind my head.
I open my eyes to darkness. “Gabe?”
“Five minutes, little bird. If you don’t like it, we’ll play something else, okay?”
I nod.
“Use your words.”
“Okay.”
“No touching unless I say.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
His deep rumble of approval vibrates through me, and the pride that fills me is intoxicating, a potent elixir that warms me from the inside out.
I hear him move, and he drops a kiss on my lips. My hands curl in the sheets as I fight the urge to grab him by the ears and make him kiss how I want—deep and hot and hard.
I jerk when he catches my hand and kisses the pulse at my wrist. The air around me shifts, and then his mouth covers mine again. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, sending my heart into a wild gallop. Before I can deepen the kiss, he withdraws.
Frustration coils in my belly. I try to reach for him, but he avoids my clumsy grasp. I could remove the blindfold, but something stops me—the knowledge that I’m actually enjoying this. The anticipation of his fleeting kisses and caresses is incredibly arousing. Sensual. Forbidden.
“You’re playing with me,” I say breathlessly.
“Yes, baby girl.” His breath is warm on my neck, raising an army of goosebumps.
“Has it been five minutes?” I ask raggedly, desperate to see him, touch him.
“Not yet,” he replies casually, nibbling a hot path along my jaw.
I whimper as he kisses the corners of my lips. He smiles against my cheek. The mattress dips as his weight settles behind me, and he lowers the zip on my dress. Cool air drifts across my back as it sags open. The sharp nip of his teeth on my earlobe ignites another rash of goosebumps, and my pulse pounds hard and heavy between my legs.
“Gabe,” I plead, pressing my thighs together on the needy ache .
“Patience, little bird,” he murmurs, sliding the fabric over my shoulders. “Lift up.”
I do as he says, and he strips my dress from my body.
He tenses behind me. “Fuck, I knew this would look amazing on you.”
My cheeks heat, knowing he’s referring to the pink silk teddy he left on the bed earlier. The lacy bra barely covers my breasts, lifting them high for a man’s hands. For my husband’s hands.
“Do you like what you see, Daddy?”
“I fucking love what I see, baby girl.”
His hoarse reply strokes my nerve endings like cashmere. The sound has my belly tightening with desire.
“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, your beautiful body draped in silk. Your creamy skin. The pulse fluttering in the hollow of your throat. Your hair streaming over your shoulders. I love your hair. Hell, there’s not one damned I don’t love about you. I want to keep you like this forever.”
God, he’s good with his words, seducing me with each syllable .
“Might be a little cold on our walks in the park,” I say with a shaky laugh.
“No one gets to see you like this except me,” he says, his tone possessive.
“No one but you, Daddy,” I whisper.
His touch is light as he traces a finger over one breast to the lacy edge of the teddy. He tugs at the cup, and cool air teases my nipple. His fingers shake as he draws the straps down my shoulders, baring me to the waist. My breath escapes in a whimper when he cups my breasts, gliding his thumbs over the taut tips.
“Lie down.”
I lower myself to the mattress, straightening my legs, and Gabe tugs the silk teddy free of my body.
“I could worship your body for a lifetime and not do it justice,” he says, sliding his hands slowly up my thighs and pausing below my pussy. He slides a finger between my ass cheeks, and I suck in a breath as he circles my rear entrance. “I’m going to claim this tight little hole, too, baby girl. First with my fingers, and then with my cock.”
“W-won’t that hurt?” I ask nervously.
“Not if we do it right. Don’t worry, we’ll get your perfect little ass ready for me over the next few weeks.”
Warm wetness envelops my breast as he draws my nipple into his mouth. I cry out, arching my back as he circles the aching peak, weaving my fingers through his hair to clutch him to me.
“Did I give you permission to touch me, little bird?”
“N-no.”
He rolls me onto my side and delivers a hard smack to my ass cheek. I whimper, clenching my thighs together, trying to create some friction.
Gabriel’s weight shifts, and I hear the slither of clothing being removed. When he returns, he settles his weight over me, and I sigh at the brush of his naked chest against my breasts. The desire to have him inside me rolls through me like thunder.
“Please, Gabe. I need you.”
“Not yet. I hurt you the other night. You squeezed me so tightly, so perfectly, I couldn’t hold back. Tonight is for you,” he says, gently parting my legs.
“You’re looking at me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. You’re beautiful. All glistening pink folds and tempting softness.” I suck in a breath as he runs a finger over my mound. “Will you let me shave you here?”
“Now?”
He chuckles. “Not now. Later. Make you all smooth and bare for Daddy.”
My core clenches. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
I jerk as his mouth settles over me. “Oh, God.”
He parts me with his tongue, flicking it over my clit before sucking it into his hot mouth. Delicious wet heat.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he grunts, kissing my pussy like he kisses my mouth, nipping, licking, and stroking his tongue over my slick folds.
I whimper, digging my fingers into the sheets as he slides one long finger inside me, working it in and out. A powerful pulse beats in my belly, and my breath emerges in broken sobs. He pushes me higher, but every time my orgasm threatens to break over me, he stops, only to build me up all over again.
“You’re killing me,” I pant, shifting restlessly.
“Ah, but what a way to go, little bird,” he growls against my throbbing core.
He adds a second finger, curling them against a magical spot inside me, and sparks flicker behind my eyes. My body vibrates with delight as I begin to fall, to melt, to...
He pulls away again.
“Please, Gabe, please,” I beg, my body a tortured mass of nerve endings.
“Not yet. You don’t come until I say.”
More licks. More thrusts with his fingers. In seconds, he’s pushed me to the edge again. Every muscle strains with the need for release, and only Gabe can ease the fever.
“I can’t take any more,” I sob, lifting my hips to chase his mouth as he moves away again.
“A little longer, baby girl. Hold on for me.”
“Umph… I can’t… I don’t…” I’m babbling now, barely aware of what I’m saying.
“You can. You will.”
His tongue flicks my clit in a whisper of a caress, but it’s enough.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry! I’m coming… I’m coming… Gabe! ”
My orgasm crashes over me in a blinding tsunami of rapture. Pleasure rolls outward in waves from my core, pulling every muscle taut and hardening my nipples to painful points.
The blindfold is removed, and then Gabe is kissing me hard and deep, his tongue sparring with mine.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I couldn’t stop it,” I huff when he lets me up for air.
“That’s the whole point,” he says softly, smoothing my tousled hair from my face. “Taking you to the edge as many times as possible until you can’t take any more. Makes your orgasm that much more powerful.”
I grin. “It nearly blew the top of my head off.”
Gabriel chuckles, nuzzling into my neck, and I’m suddenly aware of his hard cock pressing against my stomach. He tenses as I reach between us to stroke him. Does he like it? Before I can ask, he thrusts himself into my hand.
“Fuck, Wren,” he groans.
He feels vibrantly alive as I hold him lightly. And big. No wonder my first time was painful. His breath is unsteady, his expression tormented as I curl my fingers and grip him tightly. He shudders and lowers his head to my shoulder, muttering unintelligibly.
“Roll onto your back,” I murmur.
I wait for him to refuse, to take control like he has so far, but he does as I ask. He’s beautiful, spread out for me like a banquet, his cock straining toward his stomach from a dark nest of hair, his balls heavy beneath. I straddle his hips and grip him again, tightening and releasing my hand as I slide it up and down his shaft.
Driven by curiosity and desire, I take the weight of his sac in the palm of my other hand, kneading it gently and discovering the firm stones inside.
“Jesus. Fuck,” he grunts as if he’s in pain.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no,” he rasps, raising his hips. His eyes burn into mine. “Grip me harder.”
Changing the pressure, I draw my hand upward to the tip. He jerks as my thumb circles the drop of liquid that beads on the crown.
“Can I taste you, Daddy?”
His throat bobs as he swallows. “Fuck, yes. Suck Daddy’s cock like my good girl. ”
My pussy throbs at his words, and I moan. Who knew that giving him pleasure would turn me on so much?
Bending forward, I lick the tip, and his pre-cum coats my tongue. Not gonna lie—it’s not Belgian chocolate, but it’s not bad. Salty. Earthy. Musky. I wrap my lips around him and slowly slide my mouth down his length, taking as much as I can. His fingers tangle in my hair, and my dominant husband is back as he controls my movements. I pick up my pace, ignoring the ache in my jaw as I bob up and down.
“Ah, little bird. You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about having you suck my cock,” he says hoarsely.
I mumble a reply, flattening my tongue against the vein running underneath as I slide my mouth all the way up.
Gabriel tugs my hair, and I release him with a pop. “No more, baby girl, or I’m going to explode down your throat. I want to be inside you when I come.”
“Like this?”
“Like this.” He nods. “You’ll have more control.”
My smile is teasing. “ You’re giving me control?”
He grins. “For now. ”
I position myself over him, his cock poised at my entrance. I bite my lip nervously as I slowly lower, remembering the pain of a few nights ago.
“Relax, baby girl,” Gabe croons, gripping my hips. “Let me in.”
I inhale, lifting slightly and lowering again. My fingers curl, nails digging into his chest where my hands are braced for balance. I exhale and repeat a few more times. Finally, I slide all the way down, past tantalizing resistance, until he’s fully seated inside me.
“Are you all right?” he asks roughly, his jaw flexing as he holds still, allowing me to adjust.
“I’m fine.” My relieved laughter vibrates through me where we’re joined, and we both groan. “More than fine.”
“We fit perfectly, wife.”
“God, yes,” I moan as I lift and swirl my hips, discovering what feels good.
“Hold tight, little bird.”
He thrusts up, and I meet him in the middle, exhaling a shivery sigh. We do it again. And again. Matching each other’s rhythm. Faster. Harder. Until he’s pounding into me as I sink down on him. Something epic builds in my core as our bodies come together in wet slaps, catapulting me toward my release.
“Daddy, I’m going to come!”
“Come for me. Come all over my cock, little one.”
I release a hoarse cry as my climax blazes through me like wildfire. I’m barely aware of Gabriel shuddering and pouring himself into me. I slump forward onto his chest, shivering with aftershocks.
“I love you, Gabe,” I murmur as he softens inside me.
He presses a kiss on my forehead. “I love you, Wren.”
I close my eyes, more content than I can ever remember, knowing this man, my husband , has carved his name on my soul.