Chapter Twenty-Eight #3
The standing table, designed for scholars to quickly reference a book rather than sitting down for a long read, was higher than normal.
Just the right height so that now she was sitting up, Tess was nose to nose with Gabe, even though usually he was a head taller than her.
Which meant they were mouth to mouth too and when she kissed him slowly, lingeringly, she could taste herself on his lips, his tongue.
She didn’t have his finesse, but he didn’t seem to mind that she simply grabbed his cock through his jeans and rubbed the back of her hand against it. ‘I know some short words too,’ he said too. ‘Would you please take out my cock and stroke it? Harder than that though.’
‘I should have known you’d be bossy,’ Tess grumbled even as she did what she was told, for once, and undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans …
‘I should have known you’d be such a good girl,’ Gabe said into her hair, his eyes dark as Tess licked her palm then took hold of his cock, which was as long and as handsome as the rest of him, but thick too, so she knew that if, when, they fucked, she’d feel every bit of him.
He was hard, very hard, pre cum already leaking from the tip as Tess used that moisture too when she made a fist and started to jerk him off with firm strokes. ‘I love that, I lo––’
‘I could suck you off, if you wanted,’ Tess offered because she wanted to taste him too.
‘I do want but I wouldn’t last five seconds if you put that hot little mouth of yours on me,’ Gabe said gravely, delving into the back pocket of his jeans, which were only undone, his cock jutting proudly, to pull out his wallet. He retrieved a foil square. ‘Are you still OK with this?’
‘OK with the fucking?’ Tess pretended to consider it for a moment even though every millimetre of her, but especially her aching, needy pussy, was clamouring for her to shout yes to the rooftop.
‘You’ve informed me and yes, I’m consenting,’ she said, and as Gabe tore the foil open she licked the fingers that had been clasped around him.
He tasted salty, musky, the bouquet of him flooding her tastebuds.
‘You really are the archetypal belle dame sans merci,’ Gabe murmured throatily, and speaking French was not at all fair. It was playing dirty but not as dirty as Gabe, rolling the condom onto his cock then hooking his arms under Tess’s thighs so she was spread even more open. ‘Put me inside you.’
She took hold of him and pressed him against her cunt, canting her hips slightly so he could notch into her by infinitesimal degrees. It seemed to take forever, until his dick was buried deep inside her, as far as he could go.
‘That feels …’ Tess didn’t have words for how it felt. Amazing. Strange. She experimented with fluttering around the size, the girth of him.
It felt really fucking good.
‘Are you all right?’ Gabe asked, squinting down to where the lips of her cunt were stretched tight around his length.
Tess looked up at his face, his glittering eyes. ‘Very all right.’
‘We’ll take it slowly,’ Gabe promised, and he was as good as his word.
He pulled out of her almost to the tip, then pushed back in, the base of his cock rubbing against her clit, like they had all the time in the world.
Tess’s lip was caught between her bottom teeth, her eyes fixed on Gabe’s face, his clenched jaw, the way he swallowed hard, as he took her very thoroughly, very deliberately and very, very, very, very slowly.
Gabe made love in the same way as he’d kissed her. Like no one ever had before. As if having sex with Tess was a delight, a treat, an honour and a privilege.
Which was very sweet, and Tess loved the feel of him inside her, the rapt look on Gabe’s face, the sight and sound and scent of him, but also he was going to be the death of her.
‘This is amazing,’ she managed to say when her brain finally remembered how to form words.
‘You’re amazing,’ Gabe husked, his head dipping to lick the hollow of Tess’s throat. ‘You can’t even imagine how good you feel.’
‘You feel good too,’ Tess assured him, tilting her hips in a message that was unmistakable.
Or apparently not, because Gabe was still moving at the same rate as a glacier during the Ice Age.
‘You know, you can go faster than that, if you’d like,’ she said a little desperately. Actually, a lot desperately. ‘Much, much faster.’
‘Well, thank fuck for that,’ Gabe moaned, and Tess moaned back as he drove into her in a series of hard, swift thrusts. She clutched his arms for dear life, feeling his muscles working beneath her fingers. His lips were fused to hers as he fucked her mouth hard too with his tongue.
It was a little bit frightening. There was something quite dark and out of control, as if both of them had temporarily lost their minds. The soft slap of their bodies, the wet slick as they moved together, their frantic little groans and grunts.
His rhythm changed, became even quicker, more frenzied and Tess reached down to rub at her clit with clumsy, shaking fingers until Gabe thrust into her even harder and deeper and her whole world exploded. Stars in her eyes. Her heart thumping to a new beat. Her world altered for ever.
And Gabe was in her, all around her, like he was never going to let her go.