I crawl on top of him with a grin. “Yeah. Hell of a first round.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
SPENCER
I’mwarm and tingly all over. Orgasmic chemicals have flooded my brain, and I can barely gather myself to form a thought. Gabriel is on top of me, his hair falling to my face, and every time he shifts, another jolt of pleasure and arousal sparks across my body.
I swallow. “First round?”
He leans back, his half-hard cock hanging between his thighs, and gives me a grin. “Gotta get it out of our systems, right?” he asks. Slowly, he draws two fingers through the warm cum pooling on my chest and lifts it. “I know you’ve got more in you,” he says, voice rolling out low and steady.
Oh god, I’m covered in cum.
And I just had sex with a man again.
No, not just with a man. With Gabriel.
My husband, whose precum I can taste on my lips.
Finally back to reality, I pull my body out from beneath him. “Whoa.” I rub my hands over my face. “I mean…” I look up to him. He’s on his knees, his tan skin glowing with a sheen of sweat and his muscles taut. His dark hair is messy, falling all over the place, and my eyes roam from the phoenix on his forearm to the thorny roses on his side.
His face relaxes, his gaze suddenly kind. “You okay there?”
I sit up. “Yeah.” When I look down at my wet torso, I let out a surprised chuckle. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“Good.” He stands and offers me a hand. “We don’t have to mess around again if you don’t want. Although I’ll be disappointed if I don’t get to taste that ass.” Heat washes through me. I probably look like a fish with my mouth hanging open, and Gabriel grins again. “I am going to try to insist you join me in the shower, though.”
“The shower?”
He looks down at himself. “Unless you want to wear these orgasms the rest of the day. Guess that could be kind of hot.”
I grunt and stand, but don’t take his hand. “You’re ridiculous. Do you know that?”
“I’ve heard.”
A large part of my brain is trying to freak out right now, but I’m not going to let it. The choice I made might have been impulsive, but I won’t be ashamed. And I definitely will not let Gabriel see me lose my shit. I’ve got too much pride for that.
He walks toward the bathroom, and too sex-brained to object, I follow. We’re both naked, and I get a chance to admire his firm ass from behind, his round cheeks bouncing with each step.
Considering we already did this, would another round really hurt?
“For an amateur, you sure know how to suck cock.”
I laugh. “What. You’re a professional?”
“More like a master craftsman.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m sure.”
As he enters the bathroom, something in me reaches out toward him. I wonder if wanting to keep touching is normal. I definitely don’t remember it when I was seventeen and experimenting with Brandon, but that was a long time ago.
Gabriel turns on all three shower heads and steps in. I hesitate for just a second but follow, and the blast of hot water is like a reward.
“See?” he says as he drags a washcloth down my chest, washing away the cum. “Clean and respectable again. Just the way you like it.”
I grab the washcloth from him. “I can do that myself, thanks.”
He shrugs and leans back against the tile, eyeing me. “If you say so.”
