Chapter Fourteen
GABE
I kissed her the next second. I couldn't think straight anymore. In fact, I couldn't think, period. I was acting out of instinct. I needed Diane right now. By the way she kissed me back, I knew the feeling was mutual.
What happened back at the house wasn't a mistake, and this wasn't either. I savored her mouth, tilting her head to one side and deepening the kiss. I didn't just want a distraction but a connection. This was something entirely new to me, and I wanted to pursue whatever it was.
My bedroom was on the second floor, and I had to get her there. Earlier, we’d improvised everything, but now I wanted to take care of her the way I'd meant to all morning.
My cock twitched. Fuck, I craved relief. I lowered one hand to find hers already at the zipper of my jeans, and I nearly exploded.
Damn it, Pace yourself.
I craved her touch, but I planned to make her come first, so I swatted her hand away before undoing the button myself.
She groaned in protest, but I didn't give her a chance to voice it.
I kissed her harder, then hoisted her up by her ass, holding her under each buttock.
She relaxed her legs and planted her arms on my shoulders, pulling back after I took the first step to look over her shoulder.
"I wouldn't mind going upstairs." Her voice was huskier than I was used to. "Let's make sure we don't accidentally trip on something."
"I wouldn't drop you," I assured her.
She turned back to face me. "That means I'm not driving you that crazy."
"You have no idea," I said. "You've been on my mind every day since you moved in."
Her eyes widened, and she dug her nails into my back.
When I reached the second floor, I headed directly to the master bedroom and lowered her onto the bed.
She kneeled on the mattress, her eyes dark, looking me up and down.
She bit her lower lip as she reached for the fly of my jeans.
Since it was already open, all she had to do was undo the zipper.
She lowered it, then pushed my jeans past my ass.
I tilted my head back, groaning. Fuck yes. I needed exactly this. Then she tugged at my shirt, and I pulled it over my head, throwing it across the room. Before pushing my jeans down completely, she made a move to tug at my boxers, too, but I grabbed her by the wrist and said, "No."
She jerked her hand back in surprise.
I wanted her lips on my cock, but I knew that if her mouth came anywhere close, I wasn't going to be able to stick to any plan.
"You first" was all I said.
"I don't understand," she replied.
"You will soon."
I lifted her dress, drawing my fingers from her knees up to the apex of her thighs.
When I heard her swallow, I couldn't suppress a smile.
I moved my fingers farther up, gathering the fabric on the side of her body, then started to pull her dress over her head.
She was wearing black lingerie. It looked amazing against her skin, and I couldn't wait to take it off.
Her wrists got tangled in the straps before I completely removed her dress, and that gave me an idea.
Hell yes, this will be perfect.
"Lie down," I said, putting one knee on the bed. "On your back. Hands at the headboard."
"Why?" she whispered.
"I want to tie you up." I moved until my lips were only inches away from hers. "Anything against that?"
"No." She sounded breathless.
"Good. Then lie down."
She lowered herself onto the bed, first sitting down on her ass, then lying on her back, putting her hands above her head.
I wrapped the dress around her wrists, careful not to make the knots too tight as I fastened it to the headboard.
I reached between her legs, drawing my fingers over the fabric of her panties.
She was completely wet. I smiled and took them off, and she sighed in relief, as if she couldn't possibly bear feeling them against her skin a second longer.
Then I leaned over her, tracing a line with my mouth from her clavicle down to her navel.
I went farther down her pubic bone, stopping just short of her clit.
She rolled her hips, clearly attempting to press her pussy against my face, but I moved back up before she could.
A groan of despair rocked through her. I liked feeling her lose control and exploring her body slowly.
"Gabe," she whispered.
I traced my mouth back up her chest, drawing circles around her nipple. At the same time, I circled her clit with my fingers. I moved them slowly at first but then faster and faster as I directed my attention to her other nipple.
The way she shifted her hips on the mattress was exquisite. Then she planted her feet on it for more support as her body writhed in sync with my mouth and fingers.
Needing to kiss more of her, I moved away from her breasts even though I knew they were a sweet spot for her.
I positioned myself between her thighs, kissing one leg and then the other.
But she needed to come. I felt it in the way her muscles tightened and her breath quickened.
I could draw this out, but this wasn't the moment to tease her further.
After the first orgasm, yes, but not right now.
I put my mouth on her pussy without any notice and dipped my tongue inside of her.
She bucked her hips off the bed. I was so hard that I could barely take the friction of the mattress against my cock.
But it would be a while until I’d bury myself in her.
I pushed my tongue in and out, pressing my thumb on her clit.
She exploded at the sensations, and it was even better than I'd imagined.
I pulled both my hand and mouth back. This wasn't the moment to give her more pleasure.
No, I needed to let her ride the wave first.
As her body calmed down, her breathing slowed, and she tugged at her wrists. She trained her eyes on me. "Gabe," she muttered, "I want more."
"I'm going to give exactly that," I assured her.
I kissed up her belly and then reached for the nightstand, ready to put on a condom.
I got rid of my clothes, slid on the condom, then kissed her again unexpectedly. I liked taking her by surprise. The kiss was different than before; she was soft and even more open to me after her orgasm.
I parted her thighs wider, but I wasn't going to give her my cock yet.
I pressed two fingers on her clit. She groaned deeply, and I knew it wouldn't take long to make her come again.
Her body shook and the kiss became wetter.
She twisted and turned. I liked having her body under mine.
I could even faintly feel her heartbeat against my chest. Yet I was still hungry for more closeness.
Her second climax took both of us by surprise.
She widened her eyes, opening her mouth in a delicious O while tugging hard at the headboard.
I was lost in watching her cry out. She surrendered even more than the first time, maybe because she couldn't brace herself for it.
It was absolutely amazing to watch her come apart.
Her breaths were quick and shallow, her eyes unfocused, and then the tremor in her body intensified.
I kept my hand over her pussy, moving it lightly above her clit. I knew she was ready because she was completely drenched, and I pushed in, intending to thrust inside inch by inch, but I slid until my cock was all the way in. My vision blurred. My breath caught.
For a few seconds, I was completely lost. I didn't know where up and down were. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. And I knew, deep in my bones, this woman would be my undoing in every way possible. Nothing would be the same after this.
I straightened up, sitting on my knees and keeping her legs draped over my arms. I slid in even deeper at this angle. I watched her as she tugged once more at the headboard.
"Want me to untie you?" I asked.
"Yes, please." She sounded shy.
I reached over, pulling at the knot. It came undone quickly, and she immediately put her hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. I almost exploded right then and there at the sight, but I managed to rein myself in.
I thrust faster, needing to bury myself in her as much as possible. I didn't want to hurt her, so I kept watching her face for any sign that this was uncomfortable.
"You're so big," she murmured.
I was chasing my release already; I’d been on edge all day, and watching her come twice fueled me even more. I was losing myself in her completely: her scent, her sounds, the way her body moved to meet my thrusts. It was glorious and all I needed.
Her pussy tightened around my cock. Her moans turned to gasps. She swallowed hard. My own body was strung so tight that I was barely keeping my climax at bay. I felt her come once more, and I exploded seconds later.
I succumbed to the pleasure, riding out the wave. I couldn't even make out my groans from hers. I’d never felt relief like this. My body was surrendering completely, and I didn’t fight it. It felt so good.
In fact, it felt perfect, glorious. My body went from being completely wound up to 100 percent relaxed, as if all my muscles had turned to mush at the same time.
I pulled out, sitting on the edge of the bed, knowing that if I lay down, I wouldn't get up any time soon. I took off the condom, and we both went to the bathroom, cleaning up at the sink.
Once we returned to bed, she yawned. "Oh, man, all those stairs."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Well, I have to go down the stairs to the first floor, then up the spiral staircase to the attic. Not sure how I'll climb them. My legs feel like rubber."
"Here's a thought—don't. Stay here with me."
She gave me a small smile, but then it grew wider until it was a full-on grin. "Yeah?"
"Fuck yes. You're not going anywhere tonight."