But when he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, then a condom, I understood why he’d stopped.
To my shame, I was so caught up in the moment I hadn’t even thought about protection. I’d packed a small box, but it was buried deep in my suitcase because I thought I wouldn’t need it. I was glad to be proven wrong.
‘Take this,’ Gabriel commanded as he handed me the foil packet. I did as he asked then bit my lip as his hands returned to his trousers and the important task of removing them.
I was tempted to offer to help, but then I decided to lie back and enjoy the show.
When I’d been forced to watch that stripper last month, I’d felt so uncomfortable. I had zero interest in watching that man take his clothes off. I couldn’t get out of there quick enough.
But with Gabriel it was a whole different story. Right now, I was torn between wanting him to rip his trousers and boxers off ASAP whilst also wishing he could do it in slow motion so that I could savour every delicious moment.
As he pulled his trousers and boxer shorts lower and lower, fresh waves of desire rocketed through me.
And when his cock sprang free, I gulped.
‘Fucking hell!’ I said, the words flying out before I could stop them. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud but it was a shock.
Now I understood what he meant when he’d said ‘if I am too much’.
That wasn’t a penis between his legs, that was a freaking oversized French baguette.
He was longandthick and honestly, I was seriously concerned about how all ofthatwas going to fit. Especially considering how long it’d been since I’d been with anyone.
‘Would you like to put it on?’ He pointed to the condom as he stepped out of his clothes.
‘Um, yeah.’ I swallowed the lump of concrete in my throat.
I ripped open the packet and the moment I started rolling it down his hard length all my fears of how much it might hurt and the concerns I’d had about whether or not we should be doing this evaporated.
I wanted him.
And I wanted himnow.
‘Fuck me,’ I whispered.
‘Tell me again,’ Gabriel growled as he lined his cock up at my entrance, ‘but louder.’
‘I said, I want you to fuck me,’ I repeated firmly.
A mischievous smile erupted across his face, then he slammed into me.
‘Jesus!’ I cried out.
‘Ça va?’ Gabriel checked.
‘Oui,’ I panted. ‘Just adjusting. Don’t stop and don’t hold back.’
Gabriel slammed into me again and I questioned my request to ask him to go harder when I was already struggling to take him, but as he continued pumping in and out of me, I was glad that I did.
Yes, it stung a little at first (okay, a lot), but now as he continued thrusting, that pain had quickly morphed into the sweetest pleasure that I never wanted to end.
‘Lift your legs up higher,’ he commanded.
I wasted no time in wrapping them around his neck. Jesus. I thought it felt fantastic before, but now it was exquisite.
This wasn’t sex. This was the definition of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
It wasn’t just the sensation of him filling me up and stretching me to the hilt, it was the way that all of my senses were being assaulted.
