110. Riley
ONE HUNDRED TEN
”Oh! Ohhhhh. Oh, wow.”
Gabriel is the only man who can make me forget words.
He roughly spreads my legs apart, then rises to kneel. He”s staring down at me with a fierce, hungry look on his face. Any evidence of allergies is gone, replaced with pure lust.
First he strips off his shirt. I instinctively go to close my legs and his hand squeezes my ankle. He shakes his head.
”I want to look at you.”
I drag in a breath as I open my legs wide. I”m bared for him, vulnerable, open. We haven”t been like this in bed in so long, not since before I went to the hospital
We haven”t been dirty.
”Show me. Show me what you”ve been doing without me.” His voice is low and gravelly. His hands are at the waistband of his shorts. He”s going to take them off. He”s going to give me what I want. He”s about to give me everything.
I begin to touch myself. I”m almost at the edge of orgasm, so I carefully avoid my clit or I”ll explode. Instead, I slide two fingers inside myself and sigh.
His pants are off now, and his cock looks massive tonight, veiny and throbbing.
”I think I need another taste, Riley.” He leans into me, assaulting my pussy, yanking my hand from between my legs.
His breath tickles my inner thighs and my fingers dig into the sheets when he starts flicking his tongue over my clit. His hands grip my thighs and spread me wider. I”m at his mercy. I”ve surrendered to him, so I can”t move. I”m his. I”m his to do with as he pleases.
That thought makes me even wetter.
”You taste so good,” he says, his voice muffled. His mouth is still against me. ”I can”t wait to get my dick inside you.”
My eyes close at the thought of Gabriel fucking me. My hands are fists in the sheets and my nipples are hard. I want so badly to orgasm now, but I also want to come while he”s inside of me.
”I think you should...”
He pulls his mouth away and looks up, his eyebrow quirked. ”Should what?”
”Fuck me.”
He moves up my body, trailing kisses along the way. ”I thought you wanted to wait for that?”
I huff out a noise of impatience. ”No. Not anymore.”
”Not. Anymore. Hmmm.” Gabriel is smirking down at me as he guides his cock to my entrance.
Slowly, so slow it almost makes me scream, he eases inside me.
I gasp as he fills me up, inch by inch. His eyes never leave mine and our connection is so strong that I can feel everything in my chest. His emotions, my emotions, they”re surrounding us.
We”re finally together again and it feels like nothing ever happened.
He starts to thrust, slowly at first and then faster as the pleasure builds within me. His pace gets more urgent and I know he”s close. He grabs my wrists tightly, holding them over my head, his fingers digging into my flesh as if he wants to be closer to me, even closer than we already are.
I raise my legs so they”re over his shoulders, and he”s pounding into me, deep and hard.
The pleasure is intense and I”m at an unbearable point, so close to coming. I start to pant, unable to get enough air into my lungs. His pace quickens and he starts pistoning, pushing himself deeper inside of me.
My body is shaking now and I can”t hold back any longer. With one last deep thrust from Gabriel, I let out a loud scream as my orgasm rips through me like a category five hurricane. Wave after wave of pleasure wash over me as Gabriel continues thrusting until he finds his own release inside of me.
I chant ”yes” multiple times until I”m crying something unintelligible. My pussy quivers and clenches and I come again and again.
He groans, low and guttural. I”ve never heard him sound so animalistic, never seen him this out of control.
We collapse onto the bed in a heap of tangled limbs and sweaty skin. Still trying to catch our breath after such an intense bout of fucking.
It wasn”t fucking, though. It wasn”t making love. It was something else. Something like twin flames burning as one, if you want to use a stupid cliché.
But it”s true.
”Oh my God,” Gabriel gasps, placing his hand over his heart. ”You might kill me.”
I laugh softly and snuggle into his side. ”That was incredible. And messy. I”m sweating a lot. Look what you do to me, make me all gross.”
He brushes my hair off my perspiration-soaked forehead. ”Not gross, gorgeous. Messy is good. Sex is supposed to be that way, at least with us. Let everyone else have mediocre, clean sex. I”d rather get dirty with you. In fact, I might want to explore your butt later.”
”Explore my butt? Is that like, a voyage to... Uranus?”
He waggles his eyebrows and I now have the uncontrollable giggles. Turning to face me, he reaches to tickle my side. Within a few seconds he”s tickling me everywhere and I”m rolling around, screaming begging for mercy.
This, of course, ends with his hands in my pussy, furiously stroking and fingering, giving me yet another round of pleasure.
”No more,” I plead after I orgasm again.
”Yeah, we have to be careful down there.” We”re back to resting, side by side. He kisses my temple. ”Babe, you”re still taking the birth control, right?”
He sits up, propping himself on his elbow, staring at me with a quizzical expression.
”Yes, I”m still taking the pill,” I say and feel a prickle of awareness go through me. We haven”t had a serious talk about this before.
”What if you did get pregnant, though? How would you feel?” His voice is so soft it almost gets lost in the nearly silent room. Suddenly, the sound of a clock ticking is very obvious.
I take a moment to think about his question. The truth is that I want children someday and having one with him would be a blessing.
But at the same time, I”m scared. For many obvious reasons.
”I want kids too,” I tell him finally, ”but it”s scary to think about what would happen if I got pregnant now. That stay in the hospital, that whole kidney episode. I”d rather keep away from the medical profession for a while. Let”s have some us time first.”
I don”t tell him that I”d also be worried about a child, given his profession. Then again, he grew up in the lifestyle, and so did his father, and grandfather. A twinge of panic overtakes me at the reality I”m marrying into.
Gabriel gently cups my face in his hands and looks into my eyes. ”Riley, don”t worry. You”re going to be an incredible mother. And know that if we ever do have a child together, we”ll be a team and we”ll make sure they”re brought up in an environment filled with love. No matter what happens. Or where we are.”
The next day is Saturday,and Gabriel”s informed me that he”s cleared his schedule to do anything I want.
”The yacht, the beach, hell, we can get in the jet and fly to the islands if you want,” he says.
We”re sitting outside, drinking coffee and eating a light breakfast of fresh fruit and English muffins. The temperature is pleasant for now, but it feels like it”s going to be a hot one.
The sunshine catches on my diamond. I reach for my coffee while admiring the ring. ”You know what I”d like?”
”Tell me.”
”I”d like to discuss the wedding.”
A smile spreads on his face. ”We can do that. Would you like to go into my office where we can start a planning spreadsheet? Or interview wedding planners? Whatever you want, I can make happen.”
”Hmm.” I ponder this for a bit in silence while he sips his espresso.
”Although,” he says, turning to face me, ”Before we announce our engagement, I want to do two things.”
”What”s that?”
”Tell my sister, and more importantly, ask your parents for their blessing.”
I narrow my eyes. ”You want to ask my father for my hand in marriage? Isn”t that a bit old fashioned?”
”Notice I said your parents. Not your father. I want your mother”s blessing, as well.”
”Well, I guess we could do next month. My father”s big birthday party is coming up. I bought a ticket to go and I”d love you to come.” I smile brightly, but inside I”m worried how a meeting between Gabriel and my difficult, irascible Irish father will go.
”Perfect,” he says smoothly. ”That takes care of that. For my sister, which would you prefer? Me tell her alone, or us tell her together?”
I think about this for a second while staring at the pool. ”Together. I want her to know I”m your partner, not just an accessory.”
”I think she”ll respect that. We can do that tonight, okay? I”m supposed to call her anyway about Dad. And in speaking of, you”re going to have to meet him soon. Maybe today. You ready for that?”
I lift a shoulder. ”Ready as I”ll ever be.”
Gabriel leans over to kiss me. ”I love you.”
”And I love you. I think I know what I want to do today.”
He kisses me again. ”Go back to bed so I can explore your?—”
”No.” I swat him playfully. ”I want to set up a wedding registry. Select gifts.”
With a sexy smile, Gabriel sits back. He looks so handsome in his faded blue T-shirt and gray athletic shorts. His dark hair is adorably rumpled this morning.
”I”ll make some calls. Go get ready, blondie.”