With a teasing smile, Lucy delicately drew the straps of her chemise down her arms, one at a time, until she was bare from the waist up.
Her breasts were high and firm, begging for his touch.He thumbed her nipples, marveling at their sensitivity as each brush of his fingers made her gasp.
His cock throbbed between his legs with a heavy, insistent pulse of need.Too many layers yet separated them, but still Gabriel groaned in frustration when Lucy stood to shimmy out of her dress.He didn’t like being parted from her for even as long as it took to get naked.
But there were compensations.For instance, when she knelt over him once more, blissfully bare and warm even in the cooling night air.Or when she scooted down far enough to get the placket of his trousers open, allowing his cock to spring forth, desperate and aching.
Or when she bent over him, hair trailing across his groin in a sensual fall of silk, to take him in her mouth.
Gabriel let out a rough shout and dropped his shoulders to the blanket.Dazzled, he gazed up at the wheeling stars overhead and drowned in the slick, soft suction of her hot little mouth.
My wife, he thought incoherently, reaching down to pet at the top of her head, not pushing or directing, just needing that extra point of contact to keep from flying up to spin amongst the stars.
My wife, my wife, my wife.
Shudders of pleasure wrenched him, drawn up and out of him by her clever lips and tongue and stroking fingers.When she cradled his balls in her hand, rolling them in their loose sac, he gasped.But when she let her knuckles press gently, insistently, to the smooth patch of skin directly behind his balls, he jackknifed up off the blanket to curl over her.
“Ah, stop, or I’ll spend!”
She pulled off him with a filthy pop, her lips swollen and pouting.“What if I want you to spend?”
“Then you should’ve left your clothes on,” Gabriel pointed out, with what he thought was a truly commendable amount of rational thought.“But instead you’ve shown me a glimpse of this pretty pussy, and now I have to have it.”
Her cheeks went dark, the flush spreading down her neck and over her chest.Lucy loved a bit of dirty talk, loved to hear how pretty her little pussy was, how luscious her tits, how perfect her lips.And God, did Gabriel love to tell her.
“My gorgeous girl,” he said, pulling her into his lap so that her legs splayed wide around his hips and her nipples nestled in his chest hair.He trailed a hand down the center line of her body, dipping his pinky into her navel and over the softness of her belly and through the crisp curls of her maidenhair.
Lucy watched him in fascination, her eyes shining and her lips damp and parted.
They both moaned when his questing fingers delved between her thighs to part the slick folds of her heated quim.
“You’re so ripe and ready for me, sweetheart,” he muttered, all his attention on the way she’d begun to writhe over his lap with every stroke of his fingers.Her slippery honey coated his hand and made his raging cockstand rub mindlessly against her thigh.
“I am ready,” she gasped, her hands like talons on his shoulders, the pinprick of her nails even through his shirt driving him mad.
With one swift motion, Lucy reached down between them and grasped the base of his prick, guiding it to her opening and sinking down in a long, slow, satin glide that had them crying out in harmony.
Gabriel’s vision whited out.He was crushed in tight velvet heat, his prick enveloped from root to tip, the strong, rhythmic clenching of her internal muscles massaging every inch of him.It was the kind of a pleasure a man could die of, and die happy.
But Gabriel had no intention of dying.Not as long as he had this woman in his arms, in his bed, at his side.In his life.
Twisting his body, Gabriel tumbled Lucy down to the blanket without leaving the clutching warmth of her body.She stared up at him, dazed, as he rose above her on his arms and nudged even deeper.
“I love you, Lucy.”
* * *
Lucy raised her knees to cradle Gabriel between her legs, holding him tightly to her.The move tilted her hips up, allowing him to sink another inch into her, and she gasped at the depth of his penetration.
And then he started to move.
The leaves and stars above her blurred; her temples were wet with tears she was barely conscious of spilling.
All she knew was the primal pounding of Gabriel’s hips, the swift, sizzling friction of his thick male member pulling back until only the head remained inside her, then plunging deep, over and over and over until she was nothing but need.
She was greedy, Lucy thought dizzily.Everything he gave her only made her want more.Harder.Deeper.
When he hooked an arm under her left knee and tugged it higher, opening her more fully to his invasion, Lucy gave an exhilarated shout.Every thrust now seemed to strike something inside her that made sparks burst behind her eyes.
