Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
She was still in his arms, his long, lean hot body pressing her into the shelves.
‘You’ve nothing to be sorry for,’ Gabe whispered back.
‘I just thought … I didn’t mean to … If you …’
‘Shhhh. I’ve got you,’ he murmured and then he stopped her intrusive thoughts, her doubts, all her many, many insecurities, with another kiss. A proper kiss now.
His lips demanding that Tess think about nothing but him. Insisting that she open her mouth for the indecent slide of his tongue against hers, his thigh still hard and insistent between her legs, the nudge of his cock proof that he wanted her.
His hand that had been cradling the back of her head now curled around the heavy weight of her breast, his thumb rubbing against the nipple that was so tight, it hurt. When Tess groaned in approval right into his Gabe’s mouth, he groaned back.
And all the time he was kissing her. Sometimes gentle. Sometimes hard. So that Tess wasn’t sure what he’d do next, but as long as he didn’t stop, everything he did was fine with her.
When his hands suddenly cupped her bottom to lift her up, Tess took a second to thank the ancient Spartans for instilling the discipline in Gabe to strength train so he could pick her up without giving himself a hernia or, even worse, dropping her on her arse.
‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he commanded.
None of the heroes in the classic romance novels she’d read at an impressionable age would ever have made such a shocking suggestion, but Tess still swooned like one of their heroines.
What else could she do but swoon when her skirts were caught up around her waist, which meant she could grind against Gabe’s hard dick? Press down where she was aching and soft and swollen and so very wet.
Swooning because Gabe was carrying her into an alcove where there was a raised table, all the better so he could lay her on it, spread out like she was a feast.
He loomed over her, eyes slightly unfocused, face flushed. She got a secret thrill when he was stern and grumpy, but it was nothing compared to the thrill she got now as he looked down at her, wonder in his expression.
Then his hand, those long elegant fingers, walked a path up her calf, tickled her behind her knee, so that Tess was swooning again. Not that she’d ever stopped. She now seemed to be in a permanent state of swoondom. Then he was gently but firmly parting her legs.
‘Is this all right?’ he asked, his lips trailing down her neck.
Tess nodded, her lower lip caught between her teeth because Gabe’s hands were at the softest, fleshiest part of her inner thighs now. The bit of her that she hated the most. The bit that hid all her secrets.
‘I’m going to need a yes or no,’ Gabe said, his voice amused, indulgent. ‘I’m very big on verbal consent.’
‘Are you?’ Tess couldn’t help but arch upwards, as if her whole body was saying yes.
‘There are four principles of informed consent: autonomy, beneficence, nonmaleficence and justice.’ Only Gabe could be talking philosophy at a moment like this but also make it sound so seductive, so filthy.
Or maybe that was his hand still between her thighs, his head swooping down to press kisses against her breasts which were almost spilling out of the neckline of her dress.
‘But in this case, I think a simple yes would do.’
‘Yes,’ Tess said, and her legs opened obediently so that Gabe’s fingers could smooth over the damp scrap of cotton, which did nothing to alleviate Tess’s ache and everything to stoke the furnace of her arousal so it burned even brighter.
Tess struggled to sit up. She managed to get her hands to undo her bra clip through the material of her dress then she pulled it through one of the sleeves, so the bra was off.
‘Yes?’ Gabe queried, pushing Tess back down, his hands scooping into the bodice of her dress so his hot mouth could engulf the tip of one of her breasts.
‘Yes,’ Tess gasped. ‘Even though you haven’t actually informed me of what I might be consenting to.’
‘So rude of me. So remiss,’ Gabe murmured against her skin, his hands travelling down her body again to where her legs were still parted and she was waiting for him.
‘I’m going to lavish attention on your breasts, which are as heavenly as I imagined.
Then I’m going to make you come with my fingers and my mouth where you’re so abundantly wet and ready for me.
Then, but only if you want to – I wouldn’t do anything––’
‘Oh, I do want to!’ Tess squeaked the words as Gabe’s thumb skated across her clit which felt twice its usual size, and one finger slid inside her. ‘I really do want to!’
‘You want us to fuck?’ Gabe asked huskily, that word sounding so dark and thrilling when said in that stern, precise way of his.
Well, duh! Tess didn’t even have to think about it. ‘Yes! Oh yes!’
One finger became two, driving into her cunt as a promise, a preview of what was on the agenda.
Tess tightened around those skilful fingers as Gabe kissed his way down her body, dropping to his knees and disappearing from view, until she felt his hair, the scrape of his five o’clock scruff against the soft skin of her thighs.
Tess arched her back again and she thought that she might only have done that so that Gabe would hold her down again as he ran the tip of his tongue across her clit. Then he eased off.
‘You taste delicious,’ he said conversationally, then clearly decided that his mouth could be put to better use.
He ate her out like he was ravenous. Sucking hard on her clit, then drilling into her hole with his tongue, like he had with his fingers.
It took a lot for Tess to come. Especially when she was relying on someone else, though usually, like every other aspect of her else life, she could only rely on herself, her own fingers, to achieve orgasm.
But when Gabe went back to sucking on her clit, three fingers inside her now, so she relished the stretch and moaned as they tapped on that secret spot inside her that only her favourite vibrator knew, she came in a rush and a push and a gush.
‘Oh God, I’m so sorry,’ she said, her face flaming as Gabe emerged, his face glistening with her. ‘I didn’t think … I never, not with someone else. I am so sorry.’
‘I’m not.’ Gabe grinned and then he licked his lips. ‘Like I said before, you taste absolutely fucking delicious.’
‘I would say something about how I’m glad that your mouth isn’t just for saying philosophy things, but I can’t think straight right now,’ Tess said, trying to sit up and reach for Gabe, who was standing between her splayed thighs like some kind of warrior king.
‘Philosophy things?’ he queried teasingly. ‘What kind of philosophy things?’
‘Big words. Long words,’ Tess said vaguely. She was finally able to lever herself into a sitting position by grabbing hold of Gabe’s belt. Apart from his hair, rumpled, his face, damp, he was barely untouched. He still had all his clothes on. ‘You know all the words.’