“I’m serious, Syd.” He swallows, the cords of his throat moving. “You’re fucking perfect. Better than I remember.” He steps forward and raises a hand to trace the curve of my breast almost reverently. “I can touch you.” He bends his dark head and draws the nipple into his mouth. I moan as his tongue flicks over the sensitive nub and he makes appreciative noises that are hotter than anything I’ve ever heard. He hums, the vibrations making me weak in the knees, and then releases my nipple with a wet pop. “I’m allowed to do whatever I want to you.” Some kind of guttural growl bursts from him, and he settles his hands on my hips and drops to the floor. I realize his intention two seconds before he places his mouth over my pussy.
Pleasure bolts through me, and my back arches. “Oh, God.”
His hands grip my thighs and he kisses me softly at first, teasing me with the tip of his tongue, sighing against me, but when I whimper, his gaze locks on mine and turns nearly black with passion. He gives one long, slow lick, then another. I gasp. His tongue moves against me as though he wants to know this secret part of me as well as he knows all the other parts. When I groan, he seems to lose control, and the gentle treatment ends. He devours me like a starving man at a buffet—lapping, sucking, and moaning, as if I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. All of a sudden, I want the chance to do the same to him. To make him feel what I’m feeling now. But then his tongue burrows deeper and I lose the ability to think. He’s merciless. My legs shake, and I clutch at his shoulders.
“I’m gonna fall,” I gasp, and his hands grip onto my thighs more securely.
“I’ve got you,” he promises, but he stands anyway and sweeps me off my feet, carrying me to the bed and placing me on it carefully, as if I’m fragile. My pussy throbs in the cool air, but he doesn’t leave me waiting for long before he wedges his shoulders between my legs and slicks his tongue up my center.
“Mm.” He nuzzles me, and I gasp. “Amazing.”
“Please,” I whimper as he teases me. “I need you.”
He rises up, his eyes fastened on me, and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. My lips part. He looks like he wants to do dirty, filthy things to me, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
“You sure?” He gives me one last out. As if I want one. All I want is him.
“Yes. A thousand times, yes.”
“Thank God.” His gaze heats and he straightens, the motion strangely graceful for such a big guy. It’s only now that I notice he’s still fully clothed, his dick pitching a massive tent in his sweatpants. “I need you, too, gorgeous.”
His voice is tight with desperation and it makes me dizzy with power. Slowly, I slide my hands up my body, over my stomach, and around my breasts. Pressing them together, I squeeze and massage and flick the pads of my fingers over my dusky nipples, pretending they’re his. The way his erection leaps behind the fabric of his sweats makes it all worthwhile.
“Your turn to get naked,” I whisper.
Holding eye contact as much as possible, he strips off in ten seconds flat, and then he’s bared for me in all his spectacular muscled glory. Rising up on my elbows, I admire him. Hulking shoulders, brawny chest dusted with hair, meaty thighs that make my mouth water, and the ink that dances across the top of his feet and up his calves. Then, finally, my eyes are drawn to his pelvis, where a swarthy cock juts proudly toward me.
I swallow. He may have seen me naked before, but this is the first time I’ve seen beneath his underwear, or truly allowed myself to look my fill. Until now, it’s been stolen glances when I think he isn’t looking, or ogling photographs of him from the safety of my bedroom. In the flesh, he’s so much more than a good-looking man. He’s full of vital energy and barely suppressed sexuality. I ache to have him inside of me.
“Come here,” I say.
He approaches, his dick thick and heavy. I run my fingertips along the length of it and feel how hot it is. His muscles bunch and a long exhalation shudders through him. Precum beads at the tip and I lean forward and lick it off. His hips jerk.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t…” He visibly strains to get a hold of himself. “Can’t take much of that. I’ve practically been a monk, and you’re all my fantasies come to life.”
Satisfaction swells within me, both that I can have such a potent effect on him, and that he hasn’t been sleeping with any of the fight bunnies who frequently come onto him.
“I want to drive you wild with my mouth,” I admit. “I love the taste of you.”
“Holy fuck.” He gulps. “Later, I swear. Right now, I need your beautiful pussy.” His hand dips between us and rubs my swollen clit. “You’re so wet.” His fingers slip between my folds. “I always knew you’d be like this.”
My hips shift restlessly. I have an empty feeling that only he can fix.
“Fill me,” I say, not taking my eyes off him. I don’t have to ask twice. He grabs a condom from his wallet, tears it open, and slides it on without any finesse.
“So long,” he murmurs, positioning himself atop me and notching into my entrance. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.” Then, in one smooth motion, he thrusts home.
“Gabe,” I gasp, and above me, he grits his teeth, air hissing between them. My vision blurs, and I’m so full of him. He’s the perfect size to occupy those vacant spaces inside me. He’s not even moving, and I’m poised on a precipice. “You feel amazing.”
“God, Sydney. This must be what heaven is like.”
Finally, he moves, and it’s exquisite. My teeth scrape over my lower lip. At first, it’s the slowest of thrusts, and he kisses me so tenderly I almost can’t believe this is the same man who was engaged in a fist fight barely an hour ago. I push back against him, burying him fully within me, pleased when his breath hitches in a way that lets me know he’s on the edge of his control. Grabbing his ass, I pull him deeper inside me than he’s ever been, and he plunges over the cliff of reason into the same whirlpool of crazy desire that I’ve been fighting since he first kissed me. Grabbing my calves, he levers my legs up into the air and slams into me. Stars explode behind my eyelids. He repeats the movement, and it’s all I can do to cling to him and experience the overload of sensation as he slides in and out. Deeper, harder, until he somehow becomes a part of me.
We’ve always been close, but never like this. Our souls fuse together as we breathe as one, move as one, and moan as one. He and I are intertwined in a way I’ve never been with anyone else, and it’s so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, spotting the wetness on my lashes.
“Perfect.” I capture his lips. “Never better.”
