With a push of my shoulder, the bedroom door swings open, the room dim aside from the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I set her down on the edge of the bed, her blouse half unbuttoned from our earlier frenzy in the kitchen.
God, she looks so fucking sexy. I want to take her right then and there. But I give myself a moment to let my eyes drag over her thick curves.
Gabriella looks up at me with eyes dark with want, lips swollen from my kisses. I see a bit of defiance there, too, as always. But I can see the surrender forming in her gaze. It’s intoxicating.
“Strip for me,” I command.
She hesitates for a second, a little spark of rebellion flashing, but then she stands. Her hands tremble slightly, and I can sense old insecurities, rather than fear of me. Her fingers still against the fabric of her blouse, and I can see it in the way she swallows that a part of her doesn’t believe she’sallowedto be wanted in this way.
“Gabriella,” I say. “You don’t have to hide from me.”
Her response is quiet, almost defensive. “And you don’t have to look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m…” She exhales, gaze flicking down her body. “Perfect. I’m not. I know what I look like, Sasha.”
I’m confused. “What?”
“I’m not one of those runway types. One of those women like Ruth.”
Ah. Now I understand.
I approach her, placing my hands on her upper arms. “Ruth doesn’t stop my heart when she walks into a room. You do. I wantyou.”
She laughs. It’s soft, shaky. Maybe a little relieved. “You always know what to say.”
“I only say what’s true.”
She looks at me for a long moment, as if trying to decide what to do, trying to decide whether she believes me. Then, slowly, deliciously, she lets the blouse fall open. Lamplight spills over her skin, highlighting the curves that make her who she is.
Her first instinct is to cover up, but I catch her wrists gently before she can. “Don’t,” I whisper, “you have no idea how extraordinary you are.”
She flicks her eyes up to mine. “You mean that?”
“I mean every goddamn word,” I tell her. “Every curve, every inch of you. You’re what beautiful looks like when it’s real.”
The tension in her shoulders softens, and when she finally meets my gaze again, she isn’t hiding anymore.
“Good girl,” I say, closing the distance between us.
I place my hands on her soft, round hips, squeezing before I move them to her full, heavy breasts. I reach around, undoing the clasp of her bra, gently sliding it over her shoulders and letting her tits fall free.
The sight of her breasts bouncing into place makes my cock so stiff, I can hardly think straight. I can’t help myself—I lean in, scooping her breasts into my hands and kissing one nipple, then the other. She moans, running her hands through my hair.
I pick my head up, returning my hands to her hips and lifting her from the ground, carrying her over to the bed. I set her down and push her back gently, watching as she falls onto the mattress, an inviting smile on her lips.
She gasps as I kneel between her legs, hooking my fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and dragging them down along her thighs. Once they’re gone, I spread her legs open. Her pussy is gorgeous, glistening with arousal.
My mouth waters at the sight of it.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” I trace a finger along her slit, gathering her wetness. She arches, a whimper escaping her lips. “Tell me, Gabriella. Tell me how much you need it.”
“Fuck,” she breathes, her voice breaking just a bit. “I need it. Please.”
I lower my head, flicking my tongue out to taste her clit, circling the sensitive bud slowly at first, then sucking hard. She cries out, fisting the sheets, hips bucking against my mouth. I pin her down with one arm across her hips, then slide two fingers into her tight heat. She’s so responsive, her walls clenching around me as I curl my fingers, hitting the spot inside her that makes her moan louder.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” I increase the pressure, lashing her relentlessly with my tongue, fingers sliding in and out. Her breaths come in pants, her body trembling.
