“It’s very simple, Josh.” Things always got really serious when he used my name. “It’ll be because you’re inside me. There has never been another living person who’s touched my soul as you have, and there’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll light my world on fire once you’re inside me.”
I was just about to make a snarky comment about Gabe comparing sex with me to a case of raging hemorrhoids, but I wanted to prove that I was beyond that knee-jerk response stage in our relationship. The wall I had built with my acerbic tongue to protect my heart didn’t crumble overnight nor did I lose my initial reaction when emotions built inside me until I felt like I might explode from the pressure. Savage started singing lines from Katie Perry’s “Firework” just when I opened my mouth to say something mature and adult-ish. Gabe and I both burst into laughter over Savage’s uncanny timing. I swore that the bird was more perceptive than humans.
“You were going to say,” Gabe prompted me.
“I honestly don’t remember, but I know it was going to be amazing and impress you by how much I’ve grown since we started dating.” I leaned forward and brushed my nose against Gabe’s.
“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” Gabe replied. “Everything you do is amazing, and the way you move your body is criminal.” Then my man kissed me with purpose, and I forgot to be worried.
“You don’t want dinner first?” I asked when he lifted me from his lap and rose to his feet.
“Nope, that will only allow you time to get worked up all over again,” Gabe told me. “I want to feel you inside me, and I want it right now.”
“So demanding,” I said, but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I turned and headed for the bedroom but stopped when Gabe didn’t follow. I looked over my shoulder and said, “I’m not carrying your big ass to the bedroom.” That got him moving.
Gabe chased after me with a roar and caught me before I reached the bed. He scooped me up and tossed me on the bed like I weighed nothing because to him I probably didn’t. He followed me down to the bed fully dressed. We made out like horny kids until the whys and hows of what we were about to do faded, and until every breath I took was shared with Gabe, every beat of my heart matched his, and my only thought was how incredible it would be to know him in every possible way.
My heart raced even though my hands moved slowly. My body demanded that I take what Gabe so lovingly offered, but my heart urged me to savor the gift. Instinct and the desire to please overrode the fear of not being enough. I remembered the way Gabe reacted to the prostate massage I gave him down in the spa room of my salon. We had gone weeks without talking after I hurt him by refusing to have dinner with him. I had missed Gabe so damn much and couldn’t resist the pull of him any longer, especially knowing that he was in my salon; wearing nothing but a thin white sheet and a smile. He had secured my promise to have dinner with him before his massage appointment with Josi. She had found me in the salon when she was finished and told me he’d fallen asleep. Josi had offered to wake him, but I told her to let him sleep.
I had intended for him to get up and get dressed when I woke him, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, I gave him the happiest of happy ending hand jobs. His reaction had encouraged me to rub the oil over his puckered entrance and push inside when he spread his legs wider in invitation. Seeing such a physically strong man shake and come apart for me was the most powerful experience I’d ever known. I channeled the magic of that moment once Gabe and I were finally naked on our bed.
Gabe closed his eyes and arched his neck, pushing his head into the pillow when I slid my slicked finger inside his tight passage and teased his prostate. I couldn’t resist nibbling his Adam’s apple that was so sexily on display. “Fuck, that feels so good.” Gabe raised his arms over his head and gripped the pillow tight with both hands. “I want you inside me,” he pleaded huskily.
I recalled the times I had begged for the same and Gabe drew out my torture until I could only utter single syllable words and whimpers. It was only fair that I did the same to him. Every moan, every groan, and every plea for more emboldened my hands and mouth until no doubt remained by the time I rolled the condom on my dick.
“Eyes on me,” I told Gabe just as he’d instructed me many times. I pushed inside him once his seductive brown eyes were on me. “Jesus, Gabe,” I said when his tight heat enveloped me. I was once again worried that my inexperience would show when I lasted a whole two seconds in the saddle so to speak. Hotter than his ass’s grip on my cock was the look in his eyes.
Gabe released the pillow with one hand, cupped the back of my neck, and pulled my mouth down to his. I poured my heart and soul into our kiss while I rocked slowly in and out of him. A wave of heat washed over my body and sweat beaded all over my skin while Gabe moved his legs restlessly against my hips, waist, and upper thighs. I could tell he didn’t care for the slow pace and suspected that he wanted to take control.
Gabe fisted his hand in my hair and yanked my head back from his lips. “Fuck me like you mean it, Josh.” His eyes were wild with desperation to come. I loved that Gabe wasn’t afraid to show me what he was feeling and thinking. There was no guess work with my man. He grabbed my ass with both hands and began thrusting up to meet my downward strokes. “Need you.”
“Detective Bossy Bottom,” I whispered against his lips before I captured them in another soul-scorching kiss.
I told myself I only gave in to his demands because it was what I needed too, but the truth was I couldn’t ignore Gabe’s desires. I dug my knees deeper in the mattress and rode him harder, aiming my dick at his prostate. We filled our bedroom with the sounds of panting between kisses, groans, and flesh slapping together. Gabe released my ass with one hand to reach between our bodies to jack his dick in rhythm with my thrusts.
Gabe’s body tensed, and his ass squeezed my cock tighter the closer he came to shooting his load. I needed him to come fast because I was right there and I wanted him to go first or at least blow together. Gabe tore his mouth from mine and shouted jubilantly as jets of cum spurted all over his ripped abdomen and chest. I fucked him until my orgasm hit hard enough to shatter me then I collapsed on top of him while his ass milked every drop from my sac and I filled the condom.
It seemed like it took hours for me to regain enough strength to pull out of him and roll off to his side. “Wow,” I said. “I’m pretty damn good at this too. You came hard.” I ran my finger through the cooling cum on his chest.
“No finger painting with my spunk,” Gabe said, rolling away from me. “Come shower with me and tell me about your day.”
I told him about Chaz and Dr. Dimple’salmostmoment during Diva’s appointment, which caused Gabe to roll his eyes.
“You’re not going to give this up, are you?” he asked while he rinsed shampoo out of his hair.
“Nope,” I answered honestly. “I’ve watched those two circle each other for a while now, and it’s time someone put an end to the madness.”
“And you’re the man for the job?” Gabe asked.
“I’m the man for every job,” I replied smugly.
“Just tread carefully, Sunshine. Chaz is your best friend, and you don’t want to ruin your relationship due to well-meaning meddling.”
“I got this under control,” I promised Gabe. “How was your day? Make any progress that you can’t talk about?”
“A little maybe,” he replied. “What do you know about the proposed casino a few years back?”
“Well, it was a big fucking deal,” I told him. “It was nearly a fifty-fifty split of those who opposed and approved it. The people who were for it wanted the jobs for our area and the ones against it worried that it would bring a lot of crime and destroy families. There were a lot of heated debates. Husband versus wife and religion over prosperity kind of discussions.”
