Chapter Twelve
GABE
I moved my mouth down her jaw and the front of her neck, tilting her slightly backward.
She completely trusted me. It was a huge turn-on.
Then I kissed back up her throat and drew her lower lip in my mouth before kissing her.
She moaned against my mouth instantly, curling her arms around my neck and plastering the front of her body against mine.
I felt a light thrum through her. She needed more than a kiss; she wanted to come, and I was going to give her everything she craved. I wanted to see her come apart in my arms and feel the pleasure unraveling inside her.
I moved us deeper into the room without breaking the kiss, finally resting her against one of the exposed brick walls. It was a nook of sorts.
I started by kissing her slow and deep, savoring the way her body vibrated. She moaned, her tongue moving against mine without restraint. I wrapped one hand in her hair and moved the other one down her back, circling her tailbone. She shuddered at the contact, and I nearly lost it.
I raised her dress slowly, giving her all the time in the world to stop me, but she didn't. In fact, she grabbed at her dress, bringing it around her waist herself, as if she needed me to thrust faster.
I ran my hand down the front of her body, pressing my palm on her navel before reaching down, tortuously slow.
"Oh God, I want you so much," she whispered.
Hanging on to my last threads of self-control, I moved my hand farther down over her panties.
I slipped it between her thighs, pressing against her pussy.
She moaned even harder than before, spasming against me.
I lowered my hand down her right thigh. Her legs were perfectly toned, and her skin was soft.
I could touch her forever. I wanted to lick every inch of her before focusing on her pussy and giving her relief.
But we didn't have time for that, and she was too on edge to withstand that sort of teasing and taunting.
I inched my hand back up between her thighs and instantly turned hard when I realized she’d drenched her panties. Fuck, the way this woman responded to me was absolutely delicious. Needing to touch her bare skin, I pushed her panties down to her knees. She groaned against my mouth.
"I want you to feel my tongue and fingers at the same time," I whispered before kissing her again as I slid my fingers inside her, first one and then another.
She pulled her head back, closing her eyes, like she couldn't take my tongue and my fingers at the same time. Good to know. I didn't want to overwhelm her; I wanted her to feel everything I was doing to her.
I rubbed my thumb over her clit, keeping my eyes on her face. Fuck, I wanted to give her my cock, but this wasn't the moment. Right now it was all about pleasing her. My needs didn't matter even though I was so hard I could barely keep it together.
I watched her carefully. She was so expressive that it was only too easy to read on her face what she liked and what she loved.
I gave her more of the latter, moving the hand I’d buried in her hair down to her chest, teasing her nipples over her dress.
They were both tight nubs. She wasn't wearing a bra.
How the hell didn't I notice that before?
I was lost in her: inhaling her scent, absorbing her moans, feeling her shudders.
This moment here was absolute perfection—the way she opened her eyes with a start, looking absolutely lost, as if she didn't even know what day it was or what her name was.
She put one hand on the wall next to us and the other behind her, bracing herself. "Gabe… Oh my God, Gabe."
I covered her mouth, giving her my tongue at the same time I pressed my thumb on her clit and curled two fingers inside her. Her inner muscles went so damn tight around my fingers that I couldn't help imagining how she'd feel around my cock.
I felt the sheer force of her orgasm as it swept through her.
Her entire body tightened up, then just as quickly loosened.
Her muscles relaxed, and she pulled back from the kiss, resting her head on the brick wall and giving me a completely sated smile.
This image of her would be imprinted in my brain forever.
And at the same time, I instinctively knew I wouldn't be satisfied with this image alone.
I needed to make her come again and again.
And I would, just not right now.
I took my hand away, letting her dress drop, then kissed the corner of her mouth again. "Back here with me?"
"I don't know." Her voice was still teasing.
"I might be lost in a dream. A very sexy one.
" She opened one eye and then the other.
"Oh, would you look at that? It's not a dream.
We really are up here, and your hand was under my skirt, doing things to me.
" Then she straightened up, sucking in a deep breath. "Gabe! Do you think the crew is back?"
"No, but we should go down. My family will stop by soon. They want to see this place."
"Wow, that was… I kind of lost track of where… Um, do you have a working bathroom here?" she asked.
"No, just a sink. I’ll wash my hands there. They have a makeshift toilet downstairs, but trust me, you're better off going back to the house to clean up."
“Oh yeah. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”