15. Wren
Chapter 15
Wren
We don’t make it to the bedroom. Gabriel scoops me up and heads through the living room.
“Where are we going?”
“To the rooftop garden. I’ve dreamed about fucking you out here,” he says, his eyes stormy with the promise of sensual delights.
I shiver in his arms as he opens the door and steps outside, drawing his scent deep into my lungs. He sets me down by the garden furniture and pauses to light the outdoor heater, banishing the chill. Then he sits on the large rattan sofa, his arms extended across the back, his eyes on me.
“Strip. ”
A shiver oozes down my spine. I take my time, sliding down the side zip and letting it fall to my waist. Turning, I slide it over my hips so it pools on the floor at my feet. I’m only wearing a thong underneath, and as I bend to peel it over my strappy heels, I know he’s getting a great view between my ass cheeks.
“Fuck,” Gabriel hisses. “Leave the heels on.”
I smile as I turn to face him again, goosebumps rising over my entire body, my nipples pebbled to hard points. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as powerful as I do at this moment, seeing the burning lust and endless devotion in my husband’s eyes. Over the last few weeks, I’ve discovered that teasing him has one guaranteed outcome—an outcome I like even more than the teasing.
He stands, prowling toward me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, circling me leisurely like a predator ready to pounce. He pauses in front of me, not touching, but his big, powerful body is close enough for me to feel his heat. “I want to try something.”
I lick my lips nervously. “What do you want to try?”
Instead of answering, he cups my face, smoothing his thumbs over my cheek. “Trust me. ”
My heart hammers in my chest. “I do.”
One hand slides into my hair and gently tugs my head back, exposing my throat. Slowly, slowly, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he lowers the other hand to lightly circle my throat. I shiver, my pulse thrumming under his fingers as he gently caresses my skin.
“Okay?”
Tears prick my eyes. I know what he’s doing—he’s taking a bad memory and washing it away, replacing it with his touch.
I nod.
“Need your words, baby girl.”
“Yes,” I say firmly. “I’m okay. This is okay.”
He leans in, kissing my forehead. “I’m so fucking proud of you. Proud of how far you’ve come. Proud to have my beautiful wife on my arm tonight.”
“You made it possible, my love. You’ve helped me become the best version of myself.”
“Call me that again.”
I smile, falling into his warm, velvet eyes. “My love. My darling. My husband. The father of my child. ”
His mouth descends to mine in a passionate kiss, and I pour everything I feel for him into his, meeting the thrust of his tongue with a wild hunger. Keeping his mouth on mine, he backs me up until my thighs hit the garden table.
Breaking the kiss, Gabriel grabs one of the seat cushions from the sofa and lays it on the table. He turns me, his hand on my lower back. “Bend over.”
I’m grateful for the boost my heels give me and the cushion beneath my stomach as I follow his instructions. My man always puts my comfort first, only to unravel me. Placing my palms flat, I turn my head to rest my cheek on the cool surface. He slides his leg between mine, nudging my thighs wider, and I shiver as the cool air teases my exposed pussy. Brushing my hair aside, he leans in to kiss my nape. My knees turn to water, and my heart slams against my ribs with anticipation.
“Hold on to the table, little one,” he says, his voice deepened to a growl.
I slide my arms forward, curling my fingers over the edge. Every nerve ending is alight with anticipation in this position. I know he’s there, but I can’t see him, which only adds to the lust surging through my bloodstream .
I moan and shift restlessly as his hands shape my hips and stroke my buttocks.
“You have a beautiful ass.”
He bites one cheek, and heat pools in my sex. I press my face against my extended arm, muffling a whimper. My blood hums with need as his hands glide up my thighs, and I hear him fall to his knees behind me. Pleasure crashes through me as he parts my folds and his tongue moves along my cleft. My stomach knots with desire, and I slump against the table as my knees give way.
He explores me with his mouth, sucking, nipping, licking until I’m lightheaded. His teeth graze my clit, and then his tongue penetrates me in a thick slide of wet heat. Sensation blazes through me as my orgasm washes over me, turning my bones into molasses.
Gabriel holds my thighs as I shatter, placing a tender kiss on each buttock.
I start to straighten, thinking we’re finished.
“Don’t move.”
My tongue feels thick as I murmur, “I won’t.” My swift obedience shows just how high he took me with that climax .
I hear the rustle of fabric before he says, “Spread your legs.”
The thick head of Gabriel’s cock teases my entrance, and he curses as I press back impatiently. My breath escapes in pants as he presses forward, my channel swollen after my orgasm.
“Ah, shit, little bird. Always so beautifully tight for me.” He pauses, and I hear him drag in a breath, reaching for control. But I don’t want him controlled.
I inch back and take him further inside. “You feel so good, Daddy. I love how you fill me, stretch me. Fuck me hard, Daddy. Please, I need you.”
On a strangled groan, he buries himself deep. He wraps a fistful of my hair around his hand and pulls me up by it so that the slick warmth of his chest covers my back. The angle allows him to go deeper, hitting that most pleasurable spot inside me.
“Oh…Oh god, yes. There…right there…”
“Here?” He thrusts again.
A sob leaves my throat, and I nod frantically.
He grips my hips, slamming deeper and higher. I brace against the table and push back .
“Love how you melt around me, little bird. This body is my fucking property. I’ll spend every day until my last breath worshiping it with my mouth, hands, and cock.”
I can’t answer. My pussy clenches, and I’m shocked into an orgasm, sobbing his name. It goes on and on until I’m worried I’ll pass out from the pleasure. Gabe slams into me once more, his hands digging into my hips as he spills inside me with a harsh groan.
Minutes later, I land back on Earth, Gabriel’s body pinning me down, my cheek pressed to the table, the cushion cradling my stomach. His face is buried in my hair as he sprawls over my back. My hands and arms tingle with pins and needles, and I flex them to relieve the discomfort.
“Not yet,” I protest sleepily as he starts to move away.
“I’m crushing you, sweetheart,” he says hoarsely, still catching his breath.
“I like it.”
His chuckle rumbles through me. “Crazy woman.”
“Your crazy woman,” I sigh, languishing in our closeness .
He softens and slips out of me, and his warm cum trickles down my inner thighs.
“Come on. Let’s shower and get some sleep. You must be exhausted.”
“A little,” I shiver as he stands, chilled now that my body is no longer fueled by lust. “My husband has worn me out.”
Gabriel turns off the outdoor heater and scoops up our discarded clothes, ushering me inside.
I glimpse myself in the mirror as I enter the bathroom, and he turns on the shower.
I look thoroughly fucked. His beard has chafed the skin of my face and neck. My cheeks are flushed. My hair is a wild tangle around my shoulders. A primitive part of me loves seeing his marks on me.
I asked my husband to fuck me hard, and he delivered. Spectacularly.