The lights flicked on just as Gabriel pushed me against the wall and I wrapped my leg around his back.
‘God, I want you, please,’ I pleaded.
‘Mmmm,’ Gabriel groaned into my mouth. ‘I like hearing you beg,’ he said as he picked me up and carried me to the bed.
I thought he was about to join me, but instead he walked to the window and opened the curtains before dragging a table and chair from the other side of the room and positioning them in front of the window.
Then he strode back to the bed, pulled off the sheet and draped it over the chair. Next, he picked me up and placed me on the chair.
‘Should we turn off the lights?’ I said, feeling self-conscious.
‘Non,’ he growled. ‘I have dreamt of this moment for years and I want to be able to see your face when you come all over my tongue.’
I was sure that those words alone were enough to make the elastic in my knickers snap.
Gabriel dropped to his knees.
‘Spread your legs,’ he commanded. ‘I was not allowed to make you come at the top of the Eiffel Tower, so now I will make you scream my name whilst you admire the view of it. Then, unless you object, I will fuck you. Every time you think of Paris, I want you to remember how well I satisfied you.’
Bloody hell.
I wasn’t going to argue with that.
I spread my legs wide then lifted my hips as Gabriel rolled off my skirt then started dragging off my knickers with his teeth.
As his nose brushed between my legs, I bucked against his face.
‘Please,’ I begged.
‘Patience,’ he said as his eyes fixed on mine.
He was peeling off my knickers so slowly it was agonisingly delicious. I was so desperate for him.
I could count on one hand the number of times a man had usually reluctantly gone down on me and it had been several years since the last time, so the anticipation was almost too much.
Eventually, when my knickers were gone and I was there laid bare in front of him, Gabriel fixed his eyes between my legs.
‘Mon Dieu.’ He licked his lips. ‘S’il-te-plâit. Can I taste your beautiful pussy?’
‘Oui,’ I panted.
Gabriel dipped his head between my legs and as he gave me a long, slow, lick, I cried out.
‘Oh, Jesus!’
His head flew up.
‘You want me to stop?’ he asked.
‘Fuck, no! Don’t stop!’
He licked me again and I cried out.
‘You are so wet.’ He lifted his head and his eyes met mine. ‘Is this all for me?’
‘Yes,’ I panted.
Gabriel smirked and returned to licking me.
