“Take me home,” my voice is deep and muffled as I gently bite her lower lip.
“Gabriel…” her voice is full of hesitation, “what if...?”
Interrupting her mid-sentence, I assure her, “I got the okay.”
She scrutinizes me.
“I swear to God. Julie, the nurse practitioner at the hospital, said it was safe for me to have sex.”
“You asked her?” She pulls back from me and studies my face.
“Well, not exactly. I asked Brett and he asked Julie.”
“Are you sure? I can call my mom and ask her.” Again, she begins rifling through her purse.
“Go ahead,” I call her bluff. My mouth finds its way to her neck, where I begin kissing and licking it. “God, take me home, Salem.”
“I swear, if I find out otherwise I’ll…” she whimpers as her head rolls back in pleasure.
“You’ll what?” I bite her neck softly.
“Let’s go.”
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If I had it my way, we’d stop at one of the many no-tell motels on the way to my apartment. But I know she’s too good for a place like that. Hell, she’s too good for my apartment for that matter. Attentively, I watch as she drives, and the way she handles the stick shift sends a chill up and down my body. I give her thigh a gentle squeeze every time she shifts gears.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she finally asks.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re studying me.” She looks to me and then back to the road.
I watch as the skin on her neck turns increasingly red and steadily moves up to her cheeks. Her face is now a bright crimson. As my hand wanders up her thigh, her body stiffens the higher it goes; this makes me only want to touch her more. She shoots me a shocked glare when I reach my final destination between her legs. I stare at her lustfully, massaging the heat I find there. Though she doesn’t object, I see her swallow hard as she grips the steering wheel tightly. Her eyes remain on the road.
“I’m just thinkin’ of all the ways I’m gonna make you scream when I finally get my hands on you,” my voice is low and deep, almost a growl. My heart’s beating fast and my cock grows at my dirty thoughts. I pull at the fabric of her yoga pants, trying to find her nub through the fabric.
“Gabriel,” she gasps.
“I need to touch you.”
“There? You need to touch me there, while I’m driving?” her voice is exasperated.
“Out of all days, today, you wear pants.”
She shakes her head, trying to keep her eyes on the road.
“I’d be fingering you right now if you had a dress on.”
Her hands squeeze the steering wheel tighter as she continues the illusion of ignoring me.
“You can try to pretend you don’t like what I’m doing, but I know you do.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Your face is flushed and your breathing is heavy.”
“That’s because it’s warm in here,” she hits the button on the console and cracks the windows to let in some air.
“Those beautiful, perky nipples of yours,” I lick my lips at the thought of them, “they’re…” I cast my eyes down to her chest, staring hungrily, “poking through your top. And let’s not forget your pussy.” My fingers trace over the fabric repeatedly, making her squirm in her seat. “It’s wet; I can feel it through your pants.”
She bites her bottom lip as I continue to tease her while she drives.
By the time we reach the parking lot of my apartment building, she’s writhing in her seat. It’s a miracle she didn’t crash us.
In one swift move, she throws the car into neutral and puts the E-brake on. “Let’s go,” she calls out, nearly jumping out of the car.
“What’s the hurry?” I tease her.
We run up the stairs, taking them two by two, and I’m doing my best to keep up with her. Frankie would be proud of this stair run, injuries and all. Maybe that’s the key; he needs to have a naked Salem waiting for me at the top. I’d probably break records to get to her.
As we near the door, I panic. Holy fuck, what if the door’s locked? With Adrian gone and Jase now living here, we’ve been locking the door all the time. Jase is paranoid. I’m not sure if it’s from memories of our childhood or the fact that he was homeless for so long, that he wants to protect his property, but he insists we keep the door locked, even when we’re home.
I reach for the door knob, closing my eyes and praying that it’s unlocked. I turn the handle and hear a click. Thank Christ. The door opens and Salem rushes through; I follow, shutting and locking it behind me.
We’re in my room within seconds. “Christ, I want you so bad,” I pant, kissing and pawing at her fervently. She turns her body slightly, and I see our reflection in the mirror. Her eyes are heavy-lidded as she lets out a cry of pleasure when I nibble the spot below her ear. Slowly, I raise my head from her body, “Look at us.”
There’s hesitation in her eyes. “Salem, look,” my tone is sharp. Taking a step behind her, I turn her toward the mirror. I effortlessly slide the hoodie she’s wearing off her shoulders until it falls to her feet, then I let my lips hover over her bare shoulder; her head falls back onto me. “Look,” I command through gritted teeth as I push her head back up to watch what I’m doing to her.
Our eyes meet in the reflection. I stare at her hungrily while my hands wander down her body, exploring her curves. “You’re perfect.”
Her eyes glance away in embarrassment.
“What did I tell you?” I ask forcefully.
Her eyes dart back up to our reflection.
I love how quickly she responds to me. “That’s better.”
Reaching for the bottom hem of her tank top, I pull it up and over her head, leaving her topless. My hands skim over her body, stopping at her breasts; the tips of my fingers trace down her cleavage then circle to tease her nipples. She lets out a staggered breath and moves her arms backward to wrap them around my waist, rolling her hips into my rigid cock all the while. I groan, “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” the word barely escapes her lips.
Slowly, I guide her over to my bed, stepping out of the way so she can sit. I kneel in front of her, lift her right leg up, and rest her heel on top of my shoulder. I slide my hands up and down her toned legs appreciatively and utter, “Magnificent,” then begin unlacing and removing her sneakers.
“You don’t…” she’s tries to object.
“Shhh,” I compel, bringing her back to a standing position.
Again, I place her directly in front of the mirror, trailing my fingertips gently over her bare stomach. I feel her shiver against me. Then with my hands planted firmly on her hips, I yank her yoga pants down to her ankles; she gasps in shock.
“Step out of your pants,” I order.
Obediently, she follows my instructions. As I circle around her, my eyes devour every inch of her. “What do you see?” I look at her in the mirror.
She looks at me, speechless.
“Salem?” my tone rises.
She starts to plead, “Why are you…?” but I stop her mid-sentence, “Tell me what you see.”
“Gabriel, please? I can’t do this,” she tries turning away.
Clutching her in my arms, I turn her back toward the mirror; her head is buried in my shoulder. “You’re beautiful, Salem. Don’t you see that? I want you to see what I see,” I murmur gently into her ear. Slowly, she raises her head. “Everything about you… your lips,” my thumb cascades over her bottom lip, “your neck…” my tongue flicks the slender column as I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest in the mirror, “your tits…” my pa
lms cup the full globes. I roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and she leans her head into mine, cursing under her breath; I continue tormenting her. My hands freely roam her torso before stopping at her hips. I feel her take a deep breath, holding it in anticipation of what’s next. “And your sweet pussy,” I growl in her ear, my hand finding its way down the front of her panties. “God, I can’t wait to be deep inside you,” I snarl as my fingers tease her clit. My body’s aching for her, my dick hard as steel. All this teasing has done me in.
She lifts her head again but her eyes evade mine. “I’m sorry, I just can’t…” her voice is shaking.
“You can’t, what? See how beautiful you are?” I’m now standing directly in front of her, cradling her face. “Look at me,” taking her chin in my hand, I force her to look me in the eyes. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Since the first day I saw you in Frankie’s gym, you’ve had me all twisted. The fact that you’re even here with me right now blows my motherfuckin’ mind.” She giggles at my last statement. “It’s true. I’m certainly not worthy of you, and that piece of shi…”
“Gabriel,” she sweetly interrupts, “I’m not sure what you want me to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. All I want you to do is look and see.”
“Look and see?”
“Yes,” I respond hoarsely. My heart begins to pound as I realize I’m going to be making love to this beautiful woman. I kick off my shoes and slide out of my shorts. Next, I lose my shirt and boxers; my hard-on is standing at attention.
I watch her glance downward just before her teeth rake over her bottom lip.
With my hands on her hips, I lead her to my bed. “Here, let me help you with these,” and reaching for her panties, I slip them down her legs. I motion toward the bed with my head and demand, “I want you on all fours.”
I feel her entire body stiffen. “All fours?”
“All fours,” I confirm, swatting her ass. I step away from the bed.
“Where are you going?” she asks with a concerned look on her face.
“To get a condom,” I answer, smiling. “Why do you look so worried?”
“I’ve…” she looks down at the floor.
“You what? Tell me.”
Her face is flushed. “I’ve never done it that way before.”
“Never?” I say in awe.
She shakes her head.
“Fuckin’ A, that only makes it sweeter!” I grin from ear to ear, tearing the condom wrapper open. “Well, what are you waiting for?” I tease.
I watch as she crawls onto my bed and gets ready for me. She’s face down, ass up; that’s my favorite position. I’m mesmerized seeing her this way, and it gets me harder than I ever thought possible. I can’t wait to plunge deep inside of her, with my hands on her hips, and take her to heights she’s never known. My cock begins to throb and ache.
“What are you doing?” she asks over her shoulder, catching me daydreaming.
“I’m just thinking about what I’m gonna do to you,” I reply faintly, then slide the condom down my shaft. “You’re gonna need to turn around.” I give my dick a few pulls to release some of the pent-up tension I have building.
“Turn around? I thought you wanted me on all fours?”
“I do, and I want you facing the mirror.”
She looks puzzled but does what I want.
With her now facing the mirror, I crawl onto the bed behind her. Looking into the mirror, I see her head hanging down. “Why are you hiding your face?”
“I don’t know,” she answers bashfully.
With my naked body hovering over hers, I roll my hips into her ass, causing my cock to rub up against her damp heat. She gasps and arches her back. I reach around to grip her chin, raising it with my hand so that our eyes meet in the mirror. “I positioned you like this so we can watch.”
I see her eyes widen in her reflection.
I use my knees to spread her legs wider, opening her up for me, then I kneel back to sit on my heels and admire her back side. Her perfect pink lips show from between her legs, making my mouth water at the thought of touching her pussy with my tongue.
As I raise my eyes back to the mirror, I see her staring at me and let her know, “I’m just getting started.” Planting one hand firmly on her ass, I reach around with the other to tease her mound. I lick my index and middle fingers to wet them, then use them to separate her folds and find the way to her opening. I slowly tease her with just the tips of my fingers, my eyes firmly planted on hers in our reflection. Involuntarily, she thrusts her ass in the air.
“You like it, don’t you?” I whisper breathlessly. “Don’t deny it.” I see her eyes skirt away. “Why are you fighting it?” I lower my body over hers. We’re now skin on skin, our bodies molding together perfectly; my cock is pressing against her sweet spot, dying to break through. I bite her shoulder gently. “I’m gonna make you come more times than you ever imagined.”
Her head drops between her shoulders in defeat. “Tell me you want me,” I moan into her ear. The head of my penis dips into her pussy slightly. “I wanna hear you say it,” there’s a hint of nervousness in my tone. There’s no doubt her body wants me, but does she? Forging ahead, I carefully push deeper inside; it’s taking everything in me not to ram her the way I want to. “Salem, please tell me what I wanna hear,” I practically beg.
She raises her head once again, her eyes honing in on mine. “Oh, I want you, Gabriel,” she rasps breathlessly. “I’ve wanted you since the night of the fiestas patronales… maybe longer,” she whimpers and her expression in the mirror says it all – her eyes are heavy-lidded and she’s biting her bottom lip.
Fuck yeah, she fuckin’ wants me. With that, I plunge all the way in to the hilt, her scorching walls engulfing me in paradise. “Yes!” she wails, throwing her head back. My left hand finds its way to her clit, where my middle finger steadily rubs in a figure eight motion. “Oh God, Gabriel, please,” she pleads, gyrating her hips as my finger dances around her button.
“I want you to watch as I make you come,” I murmur in her ear. “I want you to see yourself, how much you enjoy it, and know that it’s me who does this to you.”
“It’s only you,” she cries out, thrusting her hips into mine, driving me deeper.
Everything she’s saying is what I wanna hear, but is it true? I can’t help but doubt her words. We went from not speaking for three months, to having a huge fight less than forty-eight hours ago, to making love. Is this what she really wants? Am I what she really wants? Or is this her just feeling pity and guilt over my accident? She didn’t need to show up at the hospital, but she did. That must mean something, right? For Christ’s sake, Gabriel, stop being such a fuckin’ pussy. You got what you wanted. She just told you she wants you and you’re gonna blow it by second-guessing everything.
“Gabriel, what’s wrong?” she draws me back.
I feel my face begin to blush when I realize I’d stopped moving. “N-Nothing,” I stammer, shaking my head.
“Is it me? Am I doing something wrong?”
“No, it’s not you,” I reassure her, kissing her shoulder. “I was just thinking.”
“Thinking? Now?” she balks.
I chuckle. “I know, bad timing. It’s just, a lotta shit has happened in the last forty-eight hours, and I’m kinda pinching myself that you’re actually here with me right now.”
Rocking her hips into mine, she confirms, “I’m most definitely here.”
Pulling my body back from hers, I withdraw my cock completely. Then, taking a firm grasp of her curvaceous hips, I plummet back into her damp core. I repeat the motion several times, driving myself harder with each thrust.
She’s now down on her forearms, giving me the perfect leverage to hit her G-Spot. Although I won’t be able to see her beautiful face when she finally hits her peak and her walls finally come down.
With a few more thrusts of my hips, I feel my body beginning to tense u
p; the impending climax is building deep inside me. I’m trying to hold out for her, wanting her to be right there with me so that we can explode together, giving her the release her body craves. Looking into the mirror, I see her hands clutching my sheets. “’Atta girl, Salem. Let it happen. Don’t fight it,” I encourage. She raises her head and her moans become louder. “Look at us, Salem,” my voice is raw, and I can’t hold back any longer. Darts of pleasure take over as I groan with my release and grip her hips tightly, my long thrusts becoming short and slow. My eyes narrow in on hers in our reflection, and I’m seeing exactly what I need to see from her, her need for me. Even if it’s only a sexual need, I’ll take it for now. She drops her head again as her body begins to spasm around me, milking every last drop of my orgasm.
I collapse on top of her, careful not to hurt her, my body still twitching from the aftershocks. “Jesus, that was amazing,” I breathe out. Salem remains silent. I roll off of her and onto my side. I push her hair out of her face, seeing that she looks relaxed and content. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she exhales heavily. “I’m still trying to catch my breath.”
“Oh good, ‘cause for a second there I thought I may have killed you.”
“No, I’m good. Really, really good,” she kisses my lips. “But I missed this,” her lips are still pressed against mine as she pulls me into her.
“You better take it easy or I’ll be ready to go again sooner rather than later.”
“Is that a promise?” her voice is husky.
“That’s a motherfuckin’ promise, indeed!” I laugh.
I must’ve dozed off then, because next thing I know, Salem’s shaking me awake. “Gabriel, someone’s at the door.”
“Okay, I’ll get it in a second,” I mumble.
“You’ve gotta wake up. They’re knocking pretty loud,” she sounds nervous.
My eyes spring open at the realization of what she’s saying. “Okay, okay, I’m up,” I blink.
“Here, put some clothes on,” she throws me my shorts from the floor.
“Thanks, dol…” I catch myself, but not before she gives me a sideways glare. “I’m sorry,” I retreat. “I promise it won’t happen again.”
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