And for the first time, I’m not scared of what that future might hold. Because whatever it is, I know we’ll figure it out together.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, overwhelmed with emotion.
Since meeting him , I have never known Gabriel to show a lot of emotion, but he is overcome with it now.
“Well, thank you very much, Mr. Sirolli,” I say, giggling as he tickles me on my side.
“Don’t call me that, Bumper. Now, I feel like my father. Speaking of which, if we don’t move, he is totally going to come out here,” he whispers in my ear, dragging me by my hand towards his house on the grounds. He unlocks the door to the house, revealing only darkness.
He moves behind me, wrapping me in his arms. Gently kissing my neck, my shoulders, my cheek, my hair. This man is truly going to be the death of me.
“Gabriel,” I say softly, sucking in a breath.
“I’ve been dreaming of all the things I’m going to do to you,” he whispers, scooping me up in his arms like a baby.
I have been thinking about it too, more than I’d like to admit. I’ve imagined him being gentle, but wild at the same time.
He grabs my hips, pulling me closer to him. “Are you sure about this, Bumper?” he asks, compassion in his eyes that nearly broke me.
I grab his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes. I want this. I want you.”
Covering my lips with his, our tongues entangling, he pulls back, his eyes darken. “You have me, Mills.”
My skin burning with desire, I tug at his sweater, needing to feel him against me. He pulls off his shirt, his gaze never leaving mine. Pulling me towards him, he removes my dress, revealing my bra and panties, kissing every inch of me as he goes.
His lips trail down my jaw and neck. He licks and sucks a trail from my collarbone to my chest. His tongue swirls around each peak, and I arch into him, spreading my legs wide so he can settle between my thighs. I squirm, desperate for more, as his lips find mine again.
He lifts me again, carrying me to the bedroom. Laying me down on his lush bed like I was made of glass.
I arch off the bed as he pushes forward a bit, and I gasp. “I’m not sure it’s going to fit.”
I hear the panic in my voice, and he kisses me. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make it fit. I’ve got you.”
The next thing I know, he rolls us so that I am on top, one leg on each side, straddling him. “This is all you, Bumper. You set the pace. Take me inch by inch.”
Damn, how did I get so lucky?
I nod and suck in a deep breath as I position myself right above him. I wrap my hand around his erection and move down.
Slowly.
I take the tip first, then slide down, inch by inch. Gasping as he stretches me wider.
His hands were all over me, caressing my arms, my neck, and my hair, soothing and comforting me as I went further.
I sigh as I take the last of him in, and my head falls back on a gasp as I adjust to his size. He doesn’t move, continuing to let me take control. He fists my hair, forcing me to look at him.
“You took me so well—all the way,” he murmurs, that wicked grin spreading across his face. “You look so damn good with me inside you.” His voice softens slightly as he adds, “You okay?”
“Never better,” I say, biting my bottom lip. I move up his shaft before sliding back down. Slow at first. He hisses out a groan as his hands move to grip my hips, holding me still.
“So tight for me.”
We find our pace, our rhythm, as if we have been doing this all our lives. Moving together as one.
My body tingles with anticipation, and his hands and lips are everywhere as my head falls back. I grip his thighs behind me. I meet him at each thrust until blackness filled my eyes, ridding me of all control as I went over the edge.
I cry out his name, and he continues to thrust into me one more time.
