He didn’t make me say Kevin’s name.
He brushed his lips against mine and whispered, “Always use protection, and we need to get annual physicals at work. I’m clean.”
“So can we…?” I trailed off.
“Sure?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Need the words, baby,” he said gently.
“I’m sure, Gabe.”
For a second, he just spanned my jaw with his hand.
Yeah, us going there like this, nothing between us, meant the same to him as it did to me.
And damn, I loved that.
Then he gave me another lip brush, and he wrapped one of my legs around his back.
With this indication of what goodness was to come, I shifted focus to the hot cock resting against my wet sex, mostly how bad I wanted it inside, not out.
He pulled my other leg around.
I ran both hands up his spine, clamping one around the back of his neck, and tracing his lat with the other.
He took his dick in his hand, and I felt it nudge my entrance.
“Hey,” he whispered.
I shifted mental focus from his cock to his eyes.
The instant I did, he opened me, sliding the head in.
Holy shit, this was happening.
I felt something bubbling up inside me, and I bit my lip.
Keeping my gaze captive, sharing this with me physically and emotionally, he slid in further.
I clenched him with everything I had.
His eyes grew lazy, and with a smooth glide, he buried himself to the root.
I felt myself adjusting to accommodate his length and girth at the same time I stared into his eyes.
Mine got wet.
He was perfect.
We were perfect.
Perfect.
God, Gabriel Stark was finally inside me, and I was crying.
“Yeah,” he murmured tenderly, tilted his head and kissed me.
