“Tell me if it’s too much at any time.”
Then he presses the toy right across the most sensitive part of me and I swear I levitate.
“Oh my God!” I screech, jerking against the mattress as myfingers dig into the sheets and my mouth falls open in surprise.
Gabriel immediately pulls back. “Did it hurt?”
“No, it’s just—” I blink up at him, breathless. “Intense.”
“Too much?”
I shake my head, chest rising and falling. “Just give me a second to adjust. Maybe turn it down a notch.” Because yeah it was intense, but it felt good.So, so good.
He nods, waiting for my signal. And when I finally reach out—gripping his wrist, pulling his back down to my throbbing core—he obliges.
This time, I know it’s coming, but it still knocks the air from my lungs. My thighs shake as the sensation courses through me, overwhelming and electric, and when his fingers slip inside me, matching the tempo of the suction on my clit—a sound I don’t even recognize as myself slips from my lips.
Where has this been my whole life? Where was this after my divorce? I’ve been getting myself off with my vibrators and fingers, but I was clearly missing out.
“You’re so pretty it hurts,” he murmurs, eyes locked on me like I’m something to be worshipped. “Look at the way you’re taking this. You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
I can’t think straight. The pleasure is a tight coil that starts in my clit and it’s winding, winding, winding—
“Gabriel,” I gasp, gripping his wrist. “I’m gonna come—fast.”
And then, just as I crest that peak—just as I tip over the edge—He takes the toy away.
My body shouts at the loss, clenching around nothing as I choke out a desperate, frustrated sound. “Why?!” I moan.
He hovers over me now, his face inches from mine, breath warm against my lips.
“Do you want me to put on a condom?”
My pulse is hammering. My body is a live wire, buzzing, trembling, aching for him. My answer is easy. It’s the same one that I’ve been giving him since the first night we had sex. At some point, maybe I’ll stop. Maybe I’ll do the safe thing. The careful thing.
That point is not tonight.
I shake my head. “No.”
Because I know him. And after everything we’ve both been through, after everything that’s led us here, I don’t think either of us has even had time to consider hooking up with anyone else. And right now, I need to feel him. Bare. I can’t imagine it ever being any other way.
Gabriel sinks into me so fast it knocks the breath from my lungs, like he couldn’t wait a second longer—like the need to be inside me is just as unbearable for him as it is for me. We both groan, eyes dropping to where we’re connected, watching the way I take him in.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he rasps, his head bowed forward as he holds himself up from crushing me.
He reaches for the toy that’s beside us, his hips rocking back before surging forward again. His hand finds my ankle, lifting one over his shoulder, shifting me, adjusting, sinking in deeper this time—so deep I feel him pressing against my cervix.
“Shit.”
“Shit’s right,” he groans, then lowers that little sucking toy back onto my clit.
Andwhoa.
My clit is being sucked, tugged, relentlessly worked over while his cock stretches me, fills me, drives me higher and higher until the pleasure is too much. The feeling too full.
“Gabriel,” I gasp.
He jerks his hips forward. Deeper.Thump.
