A Lot Like Adiós

by Alexis Daria

  Michelle was floating on a cloud of pleasure and anticipation when Gabe hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down.

  Bad enough that her parents’ home was full of memories of him. Now, every time she entered her bedroom, she would remember him here.

  And she would cherish it.

  Gabe wrapped one arm around her waist, supporting her. Then his big hand slipped between her legs and he stroked her folds gently, tenderly, with one finger.

  Her back arched and she gasped at the touch, at the flash of sensation that shot through her body.

  He held her like that, pressing hot, openmouthed kisses to her neck while he touched her. He didn’t penetrate, barely even touched her clit, but by the time he picked her up and laid her on the bed, she was panting his name, tugging at his shoulders, and begging him to touch her for real.

  He stretched out on the bed next to her and proceeded to seduce her into a state of utter bliss with slow, drugging kisses and a thorough exploration of her pussy with his fingers. He trailed his fingertips up and down her vulva, tickling the trimmed hair, before slipping between to trace the full length of her slit. Whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot that made her hips jerk, he slowed down and explored it further. Only then did he dip a finger inside her, and only partway, until she was pleading for release.

  Her toes curled and flexed as he patiently rubbed his wet fingers over her clit. Michelle often didn’t bother trying to come during sex—it took too long and it was easier if she did it herself using the collection of toys stashed in her closet. But Gabe didn’t seem to be in any hurry. And what he was doing felt so amazing, she wasn’t inclined to make him stop.

  By the time he slid a second finger into her, she was wild with need. He had a huge dick, and while she hadn’t let him prepare her the first time—her own fault—she was ready now. She was so fucking ready for him to fill her with his cock and—

  Gabe pressed her clit with his thumb and gave it a little nudge.

  The orgasm blindsided her.

  Michelle’s heels dug into the mattress and she cried out in ecstasy. Her back bowed and her hips bucked as ripples of sensation coursed through her body, going on and on as he pumped into her with his fingers and stroked her clitoris, giving her the best orgasm of her entire life.

  When he’d finally wrung her dry, she fell back on the pillow, breathing hard.

  She was never going to be the same after that. It was the kind of orgasm that changed someone forever.

  Yesterday, when they’d fucked, she had fought against this level of intimacy with him. But it had been a futile effort. Everything about him demanded her attention, from his dazzling smile to the way he touched her. Softly, languidly, but with single-minded focus. Even his kisses were unhurried, as if he had all day to make her come.

  The man was making it very difficult for her to keep her feelings in check.

  Gabe shifted away and slid her skirt back down over her thighs.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice was thick and drowsy, her thoughts slow.

  “We don’t have any condoms,” he replied, dropping a kiss on her forehead. “But I wanted to touch you, and I couldn’t resist watching you come.”

  “Is that what you think?” She reached behind her and stuck a hand in her purse. After rummaging around for a moment, she withdrew the box of condoms.

  Gabe’s jaw dropped and his eyes lit up like it was fucking Christmas. With a relieved chuckle, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face to her chest.

  “I didn’t take your dress off because I knew if I saw your gorgeous breasts, it would have been over for me.”

  “Well, since that’s all that was holding you back . . .” Michelle sat up and swept the dress up and over her head. Gabe let out a groan at the sight of her lacy black bra, reaching out to cup her breasts reverently in his large hands.

  “Mich, you still have the most beautiful boobs I’ve ever seen.” The look on his face was one of pure wonder.

  Michelle smoothed his hair back when he buried his face in her cleavage. “Thanks. I think they’re pretty great too.”

  “This is a very nice bra,” he said, kissing the tips of both of her breasts through the lace, “but right now it’s in my way.”

  He reached behind her to unhook it, then tossed it aside.

  “Much better,” he murmured, gazing down at her naked form. Then he bent his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth.

  Arousal coursed through her as he closed those soft, sexy lips around her pebbled peak. Despite the glorious orgasm he’d just given her, her body was already gearing up for the next one.

  “Gabe?” His name came out breathless, more whine than word.

  “Hmm?”

  “Will you strip for me?”

  He froze with her nipple in his mouth, then released it with a surprised laugh. When he raised his head, humor gleamed in his dark eyes. “Will I what?”

  “Strip.”

  His dimples flickered in his cheeks. “I’m assuming you don’t just mean take off my clothes.”

  “Well yeah, but in a sexy way.”

  He stared at her, then ducked his head and chuckled.

  She peered closely at him. “Are you blushing?”

  “Maybe.” He released her and sat up. “I’ve never done this for anyone.”

  “Really? No lo creo.” She was having a very hard time believing no other person had asked him to do a sexy striptease.

  “Es la verdad,” he confirmed.

  “I mean, I would do it first, but . . .” She gestured at her body. “I’m already naked. You’ll have to wait until next time.”

  His gaze took a leisurely path down her curves. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

  “So you’ll do it?” She clasped her hands in front of her breasts and gave him a hopeful smile.

  After a moment, he gave a single nod, then got to his feet and stood at the end of the bed. He raised his hands, hesitated, then put them on his hips.

  “I have no idea where to start,” he admitted.

  “Do you need some music?” Michelle got her phone, trying not to laugh as she chose the song. A second later, “Boombastic” by Shaggy played from the speaker.

  Gabe glared at her. “You’re not helping.”

  She bit back a grin. “What’s wrong with this song?”

  “It’s old. What about that song from Magic Mike?”

  “You know that song is just as old, right?”

  “It’s slower, at least.”

  “Man, the nineties had some great sex jams.” She pulled up “Pony” by Ginuwine on her phone. “Here you go.”

  The familiar melody began, but Gabe just stood there.

  “I don’t know what to do,” he said, sounding helpless.

  Michelle set the phone on her dresser and stood.

  “Vas a perrear. Just pretend you’re grinding on me at a high school dance. Or that you’re in a Bad Bunny video.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her, but she turned her back to him and started swaying her hips. A moment later, Gabe’s hands landed on her waist and his chest pressed against her naked back. His fingers tightened on her bare skin and he gently pulled her butt into alignment with his pelvis. And then he began to move his hips in time with the slow, heavy beat.

  Oh fuck. Michelle’s pulse skyrocketed as she leaned back against him, rocking and swaying. There was something so delightfully nasty about grinding together while she was naked and he was fully dressed.

  When the lyrics kicked in, she slipped away and perched on the edge of the bed to watch.

  Gabe kept his hips moving and his eyes on her as he reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt.

  “Slowly,” she said in a stage whisper.

  His hands slowed, fingers slipping one button loose at a time, gradually revealing his defined abs.

  “Ooh yeah, baby, take it off,” Michelle cooed in a sultry voice once he’d reached the last button and pull
ed the shirt from the waistband of his pants. “I would give you all my dollar bills, if I had any.”

  She held back a laugh at the exasperated look he sent her, but he did a little shimmy when he shrugged out of the shirt.

  When he got to his belt and unbuckled it, she let him undo the button at his waistband, before she interrupted him.

  “Go slower,” she prompted.

  “I’m trying, baby.”

  “You’re doing great.” She slid to the edge of the bed and beckoned him closer. “Come here.”

  When he was within reach, she captured his waist in her hands and leaned her face toward his crotch. She caught the zipper pull of his fly in her teeth. Above her, he sucked in a breath, then muttered a litany of curses as she carefully tugged the zipper down over his bulge.

  “Fuck, Mich. God, that’s so fucking hot. You’re amazing. I—”

  He broke off with a groan when she completed the task and leaned back.

  “Pants off,” she said silkily, and helped him pull them down over his gyrating hips. When he was clad in nothing but a sexy pair of tight black briefs, she couldn’t hold back. She palmed his ass and pulled him forward, opening her lips around the outline of his dick.

  They both moaned as she mouthed him through the fabric. He was so fucking big and she was so turned on, not just from the orgasm he’d given her, but from his willingness to pleasure her first, and to do something he found mildly embarrassing simply because she liked it.

  Gabe bent and kissed her fiercely, pushing her back on the bed and climbing on with her. Together they shoved his underwear down, and from there, they were a wild tangle of limbs as they tried to kiss and touch each other everywhere. His mouth found her breasts and he stroked her pussy, sliding two fingers into her when he found her still wet.

  “You liked my striptease?” he asked, sending her a wicked grin before sucking her nipple into his mouth again.

  “I loved it,” she said, panting, as she reached down to cup his balls.

  He surged up to kiss her again, swiping his tongue against hers in rough caresses. Then he broke away and reached for the condom on the bed.

  “I need you. I need to be inside you, I—”

  “Yes, now, Gabe.” She opened her legs for him and in seconds he’d rolled the latex on and knelt in front of her. He pulled her knees up around his hips and bent over her, bracing himself on his elbows so he could kiss her. Then he entered her in one long, strong slide.

  She moaned into his mouth, her thighs tightening around his waist. He was so big, he took her breath away, but this time she was more than prepared, and he sank right in.

  He started to move before she could catch her breath, and she gasped and clutched at the sheets as he pounded into her. Sweat broke out on her skin and all she could do was hang on for dear life.

  Gabe, meanwhile, nodded his head at the forest wallpaper and said conversationally, “I like the trees. It’s just like doing it outside.”

  Michelle gasped out a giggle. “Shut up.”

  His hips continued to move in a steady rhythm to the music. “I hope we don’t get interrupted by a bear.”

  “Gaaaaabe.”

  “You think the deer are watching us?”

  She covered her face to hold in laughter. “You’re supposed to be fucking my brains out, not cracking jokes.”

  He put his mouth next to her ear and gave it a nip with his teeth. “Oh, is that what I’m supposed to be doing?”

  “Yeah.” It came out like a whimper. Truth was, he was already fucking her brains out, and she didn’t think she’d have any left if he kept this up.

  “Challenge accepted.” Rearing back, Gabe pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach, and slid back in.

  Michelle sucked in a breath. At this angle, he felt even bigger and she fucking loved it.

  “That okay?” he asked.

  “God yes.”

  She gripped the blankets as he pumped into her, but then he stopped.

  “I need to touch you.” His breath was hot on the back of her neck as he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her. “Come on, baby. Up.”

  Her limbs felt limp, as if pleasure had sapped all her strength, but with his help she got on her knees and pressed her hands to the forest wallpaper. When he angled her hips and entered her from behind, her head fell back. Her throat worked like she wanted to say something, but he’d rendered her speechless. It was so good, almost too good.

  “Okay?” he whispered in her ear.

  She nodded, unable to speak as his hand slid down to where they were joined. He touched her clit lightly, then paused.

  “I need you to tell me, babe. If something isn’t working for you, you gotta tell me.”

  “It’s working,” she ground out, pushing her butt against him to urge him on. “It’s really fucking working.”

  “Awesome.” He expelled the word in a rush, then began to move.

  Michelle braced herself against the wall, taking everything he gave. She tried to buck her hips but it was all she could do to stay upright as he moved inside her. He was glued to her back, his arms wound around her. She was losing all sense of herself. There was only her body, his, and theirs together.

  It scared her to be this close, this unguarded, with another person. But it was also so perfect, so beautiful, even her fear was silenced. For perhaps the first time in her life, Michelle just let herself feel.

  Gabe’s hand palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers and mimicking what his other hand was doing between her legs, circling over her clit as he pounded into her from behind. Intense waves of pleasure consumed her. And all at once, the orgasm was within reach. She stretched for it as he shuttled in and out of her. The pressure built, tensing her muscles.

  “I’m going to come,” she said, breathless.

  He growled something into her neck and caught her earlobe between his teeth. The sound of his harsh breath was the last straw. He was as undone as she was.

  “I’m going to—” she said again, and then it was there, crashing over her and wringing a cry from her lips as she broke apart.

  As aftershocks soared through her, her fingers traced one of the skinny trees silhouetted on her wallpaper. She’d never look at this forest the same way again. Gabe was imprinting himself on every part of her life.

  And, unfortunately, on her heart.

  He was still fucking her, and her pussy was wetter and more sensitive now, the waves of bliss carrying her along and scattering her thoughts. She let out high-pitched little moans with each of his thrusts, her body moving perfectly with his.

  “Fuck,” he growled into her hair, one arm braced against the wall and the other holding her tight around her middle. “Michelle. God. I need—”

  He stiffened. Her eyes rolled back at the feel of that hard body flexing behind her, around her, inside her. Surrounding her. His hips jerked and he let out a low groan as he came.

  Michelle shut her eyes and pressed her face to the wall. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could only breathe—and feel.

  She’d felt everything. Taken everything he’d had to give and held back nothing. And it had brought her to greater heights than she’d ever imagined.

  Two more days. How was she ever supposed to let him go?

  They stayed like that, their bodies linked, their breath like bellows, until Michelle’s thighs trembled. Gabe slipped out of her and helped her onto the mattress when she would have just melted into a messy puddle. Once she was horizontal, he crashed down next to her and they lay with their heads on the same pillow, gazing at each other.

  “Why is everything ten times better with you?” he said softly, lifting a hand to brush her hair back from her temple. There was a note of wonder in his voice, in the light in his eyes. “Not just sex. Everything.”

  “I’m just that awesome, I guess.” But it didn’t come out flippant. It came out . . . sad.

  He stroked her chin with his thumb. “You don’t sound like
you believe it.”

  She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. He knew her too well. Still. And after what they’d just done, she was having a hard time keeping her usual walls up.

  This was why she didn’t get close. If anyone looked too deeply, they’d see she was nowhere near as confident as she claimed to be.

  “What made you want to work freelance?”

  She shot him a startled look. “What?”

  He shook his head, his eyes blinking drowsily. “I was just thinking about your office setup. You did the whole Victory campaign with that firm, but now you’re working from home.”

  She sat up, heart pounding for a different reason. “But you asked me after sex. Why?”

  Lounging on the bed next to her, he looked like a god at rest. “I just can’t figure out why you quit. You’re clearly great at your job. And just now, you sounded like . . . I don’t know, like you don’t think you’re amazing. So I wondered if these things were connected and—never mind. I’m sorry for asking.”

  “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you connected the dots.”

  “You don’t have to tell me.”

  “No, it’s okay. I should.” She let out a long sigh and lay back down, folding her hands over her stomach. “I had a fling with one of my coworkers. We worked on the Victory campaign together. It was my project, all of the original concepts were mine, but he helped execute it. And then, when there was a promotion at the California office, he got in there first. Talked up his work on the campaign, played down my desire to go further in the company. He used this apartment and my family against me.”

  “How did he do that?”

  “He claimed I never wanted to move away. Told the higher-ups that all my family was here in New York, that I’d bought an apartment. They never even fucking talked to me about it, those shitheads. Never even gave me the option. He got promoted, and I got a severe case of burnout. So I quit.”

  And then, since she was clearly in a sharing mood, she turned to him and added, “That’s partly why I took this job, you know. I was worried that if I turned you down, you’d hire him.”

  Gabe’s jaw tightened, but his fingers were gentle when he trailed them over her hip. “I’m really fucking glad Fabian was able to track you down.”