This is not where I pictured this night going when I suggested that we make this a real date, but hell, I’m not mad at it.
I just had to do something about that dinner. I couldn’t sit across from him, looking into those green eyes, his strong shoulders in that suit jacket, andnotdo something about it.
It had all been an attempt to distract myself from my lust by asking about his dating life, but that backfired. Hard.
How could a man like him be single? I knew that he dated, but I guess I just didn’t realize how few dates he went on. My original plan had been to make the date real so that I could get down to the bottom of his two-date slump, but then, so fast, it turned into a real, actual date.
I guess that’s what I get for downing four glasses of champagne.
The way he looked at me from across that table had me squeezing my thighs together to try to relieve the ache. The way he would smile or laugh at something I said, his eyes sparkling with delight. Then my stupid comment about pole dancing had flipped a switch in both of us. I could’ve sworn there was a look of hunger in his eyes when he realized that I wasn’t kidding. Like he was picturing me dancing for him. And, God help me, I wanted that too.
The entire ride home I was kicking myself for flirting with him the way I had, but I also knew that Ineverwanted to stop flirting with him. I didn’t want him to drop me off tonight and then tomorrow we revert back to being just friends.
I wanted to know what it felt like to be his girl.
Then, when he walked me up to my door, his strong hand on my back, I couldn’t find the damn key. He was so warm, surrounding me, his cologne setting off something inside me that I literally couldn’t focus on anything besides how close he was to me. When his voice turned all sexy and deep, his hand touching mine and asking if we were still just Melissa and Gabriel, I wanted to scream ‘God yes!” with the tension swelling in my body.
The moment his lips meet mine, my knees start to give out. Barely registering the faint sound of keys hitting the porch, completely consumed by him, I melt into his embrace. Both his arms are wrapped around me, supporting my weight because all control left me the second our lips touched.
This is the best goddamn kiss I’ve ever had. It's been decades in the making, and it did not disappoint. My body is a live wire of desperation for him.
The pent-up sexual tension from the night boiled over the moment our lips touched. It’s not sweet or delicate: it’s a claiming. Who was claiming who, I don't care, so long as his lips never leave mine.
Although demanding, his lips were soft as his tongue gently prods my mouth, a silent request for me to open for him. I couldn’t strangle the moan that escapes me with the first graze of his tongue against mine, both learning the taste of each other for the first time. My hands, almost acting of their own accord, wound around his neck pulling him closer to me as my legs lift off the ground and wrap around his waist.
His large, rough hands support me under the fabric of my skirt, kneading my ass and setting me more on edge. My hips grind against his as we move together and I groan in frustration when there’s too much fabric between us.
“Closer,” I whisper desperately when he moves to kiss down my neck. “I want you closer.” Fire rakes across my skin as arousal for my best friend floods through me.
He growls against my throat while pinning me against my front door with his hips. His mouth continues down to the tops of my breast until his head is buried in my cleavage where he releases a guttural moan. “Fuck, Sunny. You’re exquisite.” My muscles turn liquid as my head falls back smacking against the door, but at this moment, I feel nothing but him.
“Bear,” I groan, as he pulls down one side of my bodice, freeing my breast and taking my nipple into his mouth. He teases the sensitive tip, sucking and scraping his teeth across it, sending shivers of pleasure down my body. “I need you.” The throbbing between my legs is unrelenting, an ache growing painful without him touching me, filling me.
With a quiet pop, he releases my breast, breath mingling with mine as we stare into one another's eyes. We seem to stare into the other’s soul, looking at each other like we never have before. Overwhelming desire is shining from his eyes and I know mine show the same.
“Sunny?” His nickname for me ignites sparks that travel through my body, my pussy slicking even more. Rough hands, still cupping my ass, toy with the string of my bright red thong, the fabric of my skirt concealing his movements.
“God, yes,” I moan. Without a moment’s hesitation, Gabe rips my thong, the thin barrier between us now in tatters. He angles his hips, resting most of my weight against the door, one hand supporting my ass while the other fiddles with the fastening of his pants.
Bracing one arm across his shoulder, I use my free hand to gather my skirt higher around my hips, wanting to see the instant he takes me.
Gabe manages to free himself from his pants, his massive cock jutting between us. I swear my eyes bug out of my head when I take in the sight of him as he guides himself to my core, resting at my entrance.
He strokes through my folds, coating himself with my wetness and once he’s in place, his free hand wraps around my hips, eyes connecting with mine. Without warning, Gabe slams into me, never breaking eye contact.
Oh my fucking god.
I gasp at the sudden intrusion as Gabe lets out a deep moan. This feels too damn good. So good that I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. Feeling Gabe inside me is pure fucking ecstacy. My walls clamp and stretch around him never wanting to let him go.
He stills for a moment as we both catch our breath. Gabe slowly pulls out to the tip before gliding back inside me. His slow, sensual movements drive me insane.
How have I been friends with him for most of my life and never known this fire between us existed? This is the most natural thing I have ever felt, and it’s only made better by the fact that it’s Gabe taking me to such heights.
Pleasure builds deep in my belly as he continues to slowly glide in and out of me, making sure to grind against my pounding clit. He’s going to make me come already and we’ve barely gotten started.
On the next stroke, he freezes, the tip of his cock toying at my entrance, and I lose all patience. My pussy is throbbing, clenching around the head of his cock, needing him to move. To build that friction to ease the ache. I’m so damn close, but he doesn’t move a goddamn muscle. Whimpering, I rock my hips to take in more of him, needing to be filled.
“Do you need something, Melissa?” He pants, a crooked grin on his face. He knows I’m desperate for him, but he wants to tease me.
