“Thea—”
“Please.”
The word breaks me. I kiss her again—harder, claiming—and she melts into me, her hands fumbling with the waistband of my sleeping pants.
“Wait,” I say, “let me.”
“No.” She pushes me back against the pillows, her eyes dark with determination. “Let me.”
She strips off her sleep shirt, her gorgeous, heavy breasts now bare. Then she’s sliding down my body, her hands pulling down my pants, freeing me. My cock springs out, already hard. She flashes me a wicked smile as she descends, kissing my stomach, my hips, my thighs.
“Cristo,” I breathe as her hand wraps gently around my shaft.
She leaves a trail of kisses up and down my body. When her lips are at the base of my cock, she glances up, meeting my gaze as she takes me into her mouth.
I groan, my head falling back, my hand fisting her hair.
The sight of her blonde hair falling around her face, her lips wrapped around my thickness, is enough to make me lose my mind.
“Thea—fuck—that feels so damn good.”
Her tongue swirls around me, and I focus on the sight of her bobbing up and down, her lips leaving a wet sheen along my length. When she hums around me, I nearly come undone.
I pull her up before she can finish, kissing her hard.
“My turn,” I growl.
“No.” She pushes me back down. “I want to be on top.”
I stare at her. “You want control?”
“Yes.”
“Then take it.”
I lay back and watch as she climbs on top of me, mounting me with that gorgeous, lush body. She straddles me, spreading her legs enough to give me a view of her perfect, pink slit.
She slowly sinks down and we both gasp as I push into her. I groan hard when she lowers herself to the hilt, all of me vanishing between her thighs.
“Dio,” I breathe. “You feel perfect.”
She starts to move— timid at first. Then she finds her rhythm, grinding hard back and forth, her hands braced on my chest. I grasp the soft curves of her hips, watching as she throws her head back, her body taking what she needs.
I memorize the flush spreading across her skin, the way her breasts move, the soft sounds falling from her lips.
“That’s it. Take what you need, Thea. Use me.”
She moans, her pace increasing. I slide my hand between us, finding her clit, and she cries out.
“Gabriel. I’m… oh God?—”
“Come for me,” I demand. “Let me feel it.”
She does. Her pussy clenches around me, her back arching. Before she can catch her breath, I flip her over onto her back. She gasps as I pin her beneath me, driving deeper.
“My turn,” I growl.
I take her hard and fast, thrusting deep with full strokes, claiming every inch of her until we’re both shaking, both desperate.
