I close the distance again, unable to stay away. I unbuckle my belt, the metallic clink loud in the quiet room. I shed my shirt, tossing it carelessly to the floor, and kick off my shoes. When I pull her back into my arms, skin against skin, the friction is electric. I kiss her again, urgent and demanding, my tongue fucking her mouth in a rhythm I plan to use on the rest of her body.
My hands roam over her back, down to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. I slide one hand around to cup her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple until it peaks into a hard nub. She arches into me, a moan vibrating in her throat.
I guide her backward toward the bed. When her knees hit the mattress, I push her down gently. She scoots back, her hair fanning out over the pillows, her chest heaving. I crawl onto the bed after her, settling between her parted legs.
I don't rush. I lean down, pressing kisses to her inner thighs, alternating between soft bites and soothing licks. I can smell her arousal, sweet, musky, and wet. It drives me crazy. I run my nose along the lace of her thong, inhaling deeply, before hooking my fingers in the waistband and pulling it down her legs.
Her pussy is glistening, pink and swollen. I groan, lowering my head to taste her. I slide my tongue through her folds, from herentrance up to her clit. She bucks her hips, a sharp cry tearing from her lips. I do it again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing her, listening to the way her breathing turns ragged.
"Gabriel... please," she whimpers, her hands tangling in my hair.
I smirk against her flesh, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it rapidly. Her thighs tighten around my head, her whole body trembling. I slide a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me. She’s so fucking wet, so ready for me.
I rise up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I look down at her, spread out and desperate for me, and feel a surge of possessiveness. I grip my cock, stroking it a few times to relieve the pressure, then line myself up at her entrance.
I lock eyes with her as I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her in one smooth motion. The sensation of her hot, tight pussy gripping me is almost enough to make me lose it right there. She gasps, her back arching off the bed, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.
"Fuck, you feel good," I grit out, starting to move.
I set a slow pace at first, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, letting her feel every inch of me. But the need to take her, to mark her as mine, overrides my patience. My hips snap faster, harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
I lean down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss as I pound into her. Her nails dig into my shoulders, the sharp sting only adding to the pleasure. I can feel the tension building in my spine, the familiar tightening of my balls.
"Gabriel," she whispers, her voice breaking on a moan. "I'm close."
I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles. "Come for me, Nat. Let me feel it."
Her body tightens, her pussy clamping down around me like a vice. She cries out, her orgasm ripping through her, her whole body shaking beneath me. The sight of her coming undone, the feel of her pulsing around me, pushes me over the edge.
I thrust deep, one last time, burying myself to the hilt as my cock jerks, spilling my cum inside her. I groan her name, my vision blurring at the edges as the pleasure crashes over me in waves. I keep moving, riding out the aftershocks, until I’m completely spent.
I collapse onto the bed beside her, pulling her into my arms. She’s breathing hard, her face buried in my neck. I press a kiss to her forehead, my hand stroking her back in a soothing rhythm.
"This is everything," I whisper into the quiet dark, listening to our hearts pounding in unison.
Natalie lifts her head slightly, studying my face in the dim light.
"Careful," she murmurs. "That almost sounded like a real husband talking."
I brush my thumb along her jaw. "Maybe it is."
She goes very still at that.
"Gabriel," she says softly. "Did you mean that?"
For a second I don't answer.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Once.
Then again.
And again.
Natalie glances toward it. "Popular tonight?"
I reach over and flip the screen face down without even checking it.
