“Take me, Gabriel,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Whatever pleases you will please me this night.”
He smiled then, a nod and a curve of his beautiful mouth. Then he said “Gwyneth, I could not love you more than I do at this moment.”
And my heart turned over.
He undressed me, a simple matter since he’d been caring for me constantly.
He let me undress him, and once again I was struck by his amazing and extraordinary beauty. His body is muscular but sleek, like a perfectly bred racehorse. His white-blonde hair fascinates me, and his green eyes brighten as he becomes aroused.
I expect my eyes brightened too as he showed his arousal, because he has a fine example of male magnificence, rising from a soft yellow nest of curls.
He seemed to enjoy my touches, and encouraged me to play, lying with me and relaxing on his back while I explored freely. Now I understand the meaning of the brand on his backside, I can also appreciate some of the horrors he has experienced. Perhaps that inspired me to be extra-loving in my attentions, since my mouth watered for him, I took him in and loved him with my tongue and my hands, and then dared to explore beneath to his silky sac with its fragile contents.
He groaned more than once, running his fingers through my hair as he whispered my name so softly.
Finally he moved me away and I knew what he wanted. His cheeks were rosy in the candlelight, and his eyes so brilliant a green I cannot describe them.
He rolled me to my back and lay between my legs, playing with my breasts in the most delicious of ways, suckling, teasing and even pinching them - all of which gave me the utmost pleasure.
I was ready for him, my body flowing with moisture, my limbs parting…he pulled himself up onto his hands and just looked at me for the longest of moments.
I spoke his name, wondering if he was going to take me or not.
His gaze met mine, and I saw the tears. His words will be eternally burned into my heart.
“Gwyneth, I want to remember this moment forever. I want to remember how beautiful you are, and how you have changed my life.”
Tears came to my eyes as well; he shifted himself into position and began to enter me, his attention divided between my face and the place where we were joining.
He was slow, breathtakingly slow, his body taut, his expression reverent, as if every tiny movement was a miracle of sorts. Finally, he was seated inside me, his body to mine, his length swelling and stretching my inner sheath.
I gasped and made some sound of pleasure - he moved, pulling away a little, then returning on a gasp of his own.
As if surrendering to instinct, Gabriel’s body came alive and he began to thrust, slowly at first, but then faster, his loins colliding with mine in the most stimulating of places.
He was more powerful than I realised, and I found myself moving as he pounded into me. I locked my legs around his waist and clung to the bedclothes - lifting to meet his movements as best I could.
His face - how can I describe his face? He held nothing back, there was no facade nor mask. The joy, the fierce and savage need to…to fuck me. That is the best way and the only way I can describe his unique expression. And it aroused me to the point of madness. I could not get enough of him, and I told him so, whispering moans, crying out at times, writhing beneath him trying to pull even more of that delicious length inside me.
We rose simultaneously, and I think my last moments before I broke triggered his release.
He groaned so loudly, erupting inside me like thunder and lightning, echoed by my own spasmodic clutching of his shuddering climax.
We gripped each other tightly enough to leave little bruises, and we rode the wildest storm together, locked into a world where nothing could intrude to destroy those magically insane moments of ecstasy.
Needless to say we collapsed soon thereafter, a tumble of sweaty flesh and sated limbs.
I found myself wondering what Gabriel’s response would be to the loss of his virginity with women.
As is his way, he settled us both comfortably under the covers, and then turned his head on the pillow and gazed at me with those beautiful green eyes, now soft and gentle.
“Thank you, love,” he said. “Thank you.” And he touched my cheek so gently, making my eyes sting with tears once more.
Then he leaned over and kissed me, lying back on the pillow with a satisfied smile. “Can we do that again in a little while?”
I laughed and laughed, knowing it was his way of telling me he enjoyed it.
So I said of course.
