Ellena lifted her bottom toward him again, this time spreading her legs as she moved. Knowing what she wanted, Gabe slid his finger down to her entrance, his throbbing dick leaping again when he found her already wet and ready.
“Jesus, baby.” He slid that finger inside. “You’re soaked.”
“Mhmmm…” She moaned, pushing her body back against his hand.
“This all for me?” Gabe added a second finger, loving the way her greedy channel sucked him in.
He watched as she clutched the sides of her pillow and nodded. “Only you.”
“That’s right.” In and out. In and out. “Only me.” In and out.
Gabe withdrew his fingers. Ellena whimpered in protest, but when he grabbed her hips and lifted her to her knees, her whimper turned into a heady grin.
“Grab ahold of the headboard,” he ordered softly.
She did so without hesitation.
He hadn’t bothered to put his boxers back on after they’d made love last night, which only served to save them both some time. Looking down, Gabe fisted his cock, nearly shaking his head at how angry the damn thing looked.
Not angry. Hungry.
He lined himself to her entrance, nearly losing it when he rubbed his swollen tip against her there. Jesus, he felt like a fucking teenager again. Like he couldn’t getenoughof her.
Because you can’t.
It would never be enough. Not when it came to his Elle.
“You ready?” he asked, his eager voice rough. When she looked back at him and nodded, he told her, “Hold on tight.”
Gabe slammed himself inside her, his eyes rolling in the back of his head from the pleasure. Between the woman he was with and the position they were in, he had to hold still to keep from coming, right then.
Ellena had always loved sex like this. She’d once told him it was because she felt fuller somehow. That this position allowed him to go in even deeper than all the others.
For Gabe, it made the sex raw. Primal. He wasn’t sure why that was, exactly.
All he knew was that he had to be very careful when he took her from behind. If he wasn’t, if he went too fast too soon, it would be over before it barely began.
Ellena wiggled her hips, letting him know it was time to start moving. With grin on his face and his hands holding onto her hips, he was more than happy to oblige.
He pulled back, nearly withdrawing completely, and then hammered into her again. She cried out, the familiar sound telling him she was enjoying herself as much as he was.
Gabe did it again. And again. Soon, he was like a piston, moving in and out of her welcoming core with such force the headboard was slamming against the wall.
Thrust after thrust, he drove deep, his grip tightening to the point he knew he’d probably leave bruises. The idea increased his primal urge to mark this woman, to make her his forever, was damn near overwhelming.
“Gabe!”
Thank God, she was close. His spine tingled and his balls were pulled in tight. His knees shook from his efforts to try to hold back a little longer.
She would always,alwayscome first. In every way possible.
Releasing one hip, he reached around, his fingers immediately finding her swollen bundle of nerves. He wasn’t slow this time. Wasn’t gentle.
Instead, Gabe swirled his fingertips in small, tight circles, putting just the right amount of pressure to send her into oblivion.
Ellena threw her head back, her blonde hair splaying across her bare back as she screamed in ecstasy. A rush of hot liquid covered his cock, and when her inner muscles clamped down on his, Gabe lost all sense of control.
In rough, uneven thrusts, he jerked behind her. His orgasm hit with the force of a freight train, and Gabe held on tightly until the zing of electricity ebbed, his body completely depleted.
