He moved up to me, a tiger about to pounce, his chin and mouth covered with my juices that he was licking like a hungry animal. Then he braced on his palms and slipped inside of me.
One full thrust, not just the tip.
My eyes rolled back as I sucked in a long hissing breath. He slowly, pulled out and thrust again. I moaned hard. “My God, you’re killing me.”
“You feel so fucking good,” he said.
“You feel so fucking good, too. I’ve never been filled like this before.” Involuntarily, I clenched around him, sucking him in deeper.
“Don’t…do that,” he pleaded, struggling.
“Why not?”
“Because I want to see you come again and coat my cock with your delicious juices before my fucking cum is all over you.”
Fuck, I wanted him to cover me with his cum so badly. I wanted to see him come, too, know the way he grunted and gasped and groaned, feel the throbbing of his full length inside of me, hear my name on his lips when he did.
He pushed his hips against mine, gauging my expression with every short thrust. Every time he increased the force and pressure, I gasped louder, until he learned my speed, delivering without delay.
His way of slamming into me was a mix of raw, depraved fucking and a lovemaking dance. How he could pull that balance that was borderline sorcery was beyond me, but I didn’t give a shit. He was taking me to a different world that I didn’t even know existed. Every thrust and pound and slam a promised destination I didn’t want to reach. Not just yet.
As both our breaths grew rougher and labored, I touched him. All of him. Insatiable for every inch of his body.
“Fuck, Gabi. I’m close.”
“Me too,” I moaned.
“I want to come inside you.”
“Okay.” I said between gasps. “Okay.”
He took off my glasses. “I want to see you come without them.” Then he pressed a thumb to my clit and circled while he pounded me hard and fast, making me really scream until my orgasm raptured, coating him like he desired. His length thickened inside of me, and his mouth opened with wild snarl that he buried into my lips, filling me with the thick spurts of his cum.
CHAPTER40
Fabio
Lights, champagne, music, gourmet food, elite scholars, artists and even celebrities. I stand among all these, as if I was sucked into one of the parties in The Great Gatsby, a dumb grin on my face, my eyes, my mind and my heart seeing nothing but Gabriella Brighton.
She was talking to a bunch of literary snobs, and I had to remind myself to breathe. She was fabulous in the Chanel glittery purple dress I’d picked up for her as a gift back on Thursday. It fit her perfectly hugging every inch of her curves that made my dick do an awkward dance in my dress pants. She wasn’t wearing her glasses, and black liner framed her eyes so perfectly they glowed, and at moments like these, when she looked like that, I firmly believed she was a fae created in fairyland.
A fae I’d made love to four times since yesterday. And in all four times, she didn’t look at me like I was disposable. She saw the human, not the glitter. When she screamed for me, and her eyes held mine so close, never letting go like her embrace, I wasn’t something to be tossed away after the night ended or scrubbed off her skin in the shower. I was someone to share a bed, a meal, a laugh, a secret, a hope, a dream with.
And hopefully one day, to share a life with.
I took her hand in mine, and she glanced from the two women and a man she was speaking with to me, her smile glamorous like she was, her eyes a question while mine was committing her to memory, just like they did when she was crumbling on my tongue. I’d never forget that face my whole life, and I’d spend a great deal of my future working my ass off to see that face as many times as I could.
She was still waiting for me to say the reason why I was asking for her attention when I held her hand. I bent my head to her ear. “I don’t want anything. I just missed your face.”
A laugh warmed her face as she looked back at herfriends. But then squeezed my fingers and gazed back at me, taking her time, as if saying, “I missed your face, too.”
“Excuse me,” she said to the others and started toward a narrow hallway where no one stood by.
I followed her. “Please tell me we’re gonna make out here and piss off Faccia da culo. Let’s do it in his bedroom. Do you know where that is? Wait, don’t answer that. Do you, though?”
“You’re nuts.”
“You make me nuts. I’m serious, though. Why are you attracted to that dick?”
