Elle expected him to withdraw then, but instead he rasped, “Come here.”
When she rose up, he leaned forward, taking her breast in his mouth, alternately scraping her nipple with his teeth and teasing it with his tongue as he slipped a second finger inside her, thrusting rapidly.
She was shocked to feel another release building again almost immediately. “Oh God, oh God,” she panted. “Gabe!”
He released her breast to capture her lips in a brief, savage kiss, then ground out, “What do you want me to do to you, Elle? Tell me. I’m not going any further unless you tell me.”
She moaned as her stomach muscles tightened, her head spinning, her orgasm seconds away. This time her cry was almost a whimper, the pleasure so intense she wanted to weep.
“Tell me, Elle,” he demanded, finally withdrawing and pulling her gently to her feet, then pressing her against the car. He lifted her leg and hooked it around his hip, then took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head of it against her sensitive clit, sending a powerful aftershock through her. “What do you want?”
“I want…” She was panting, writhing, the need to feel him inside her so powerful she couldn’t even think coherently.
He positioned himself at her entrance, sliding in just enough to make his presence known. “Do you want this? Do you want me inside you?”
“God, yes!” she moaned.
He pressed in just a fraction more. “How’s this? Is this what you want, Elle?”
“More,” she gasped, hooking her legs around his hips, urging him on.
Suddenly, he thrust deep, filling her almost to the point of pain. She’d known he was large, remembered from when they’d made out a year ago, confirmed it when she’d taken him into her hand and then her mouth. But she still gasped.
“What now?” he asked, beginning to withdraw, only to thrust hard again. “This?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes. More. Harder.”
His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust faster and harder. “God, it feels good inside you.”
And yet as soon as he said it, he withdrew. She frowned, confused, feeling suddenly empty when he bent as if to pull up his pants. “Gabe?”
When he rose back to his feet, she realized what he’d been doing even before he ground out, “Condom.”
Then he was sliding back inside her, joining their bodies again in that savage, passionate abandon that made her mind reel. And then her senses were spiraling out of control, and once more, she shattered apart.
Gabe’s tempo slowed, his thrusts longer, more languid now. She opened her eyes—not having realized she’d even closed them at some point—and the heat in his gaze melted her. He was peering down at her with such reverence she suddenly felt unworthy of such admiration.
“You’re beautiful,” he managed to grind out through clenched teeth, his muscles beginning to bunch as she’d witnessed before. She wanted to touch him, hold him at that moment, feel him pressed against her as he came. Wrapping her legs tighter around him, she slipped her arms around his neck, pulling him close against her, chest to chest, belly to belly as his arms encircled her.
His breath grew harsher, more ragged, and he buried his face in the curve of her neck, in the mass of curls that had come loose from her ponytail. Then he groaned, long and deep, as he finally let go. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
When he went completely still, she held him, smoothing her hands lightly over his shoulders as his breath sawed in and out of his lungs, hot on her skin. It was only then she realized they were both covered in sweat, the heavy summer air clinging to them, slickening their skin.
Finally, his hold on her eased and she pulled back enough to take his face in her hands and press a slow kiss to his lips. The kiss was languid, unhurried, lips and tongues teasing and searching. When the kiss ended, he traced a finger along the swell of her breast, a slow grin curving his lips.
“That was even more incredible than I’d always imagined,” he murmured.
Her hands continued to roam over his skin, loving the feel of him beneath her fingertips. She could’ve said the same. He’d been the subject of her fantasies even when she’d been rebuffing his advances. But she’d never imagined this. Not in her wildest dreams.
“What now?” she whispered, nipping his dimpled chin with her teeth.
He groaned and pulled out slowly, then turned away slightly as he removed the condom and tied it off. “Oh, honey,” he chuckled. “I’ve got a few ideas. But maybe we should head home first.”
He bent and pulled his jeans back on, wincing a little as he adjusted his still-erect penis.
“Okay,” she agreed as he went to the trunk of the Charger, “but not my house.”
He grabbed some tissues and a few other things and came back around. He was frowning as he handed her the tissues so she could clean up some before getting dressed. “My house then.”
