by Laura Glenn
The thought that she could be capable of driving a man to masturbation only moments after seeing her felt empowering. Her pussy swelled and her nipples rose to stiff peaks.
All thoughts of modesty faded from her brain. She pulled her chemise over her head and allowed it to drop to the floor. As she silently walked to the bed, her eyes became glued to the scene before her. She slowly moistened her lips with the tip her tongue, enthralled by the look of exquisite pleasure on Gabriel’s strained face and the firm pumps of his hand up and down his thick shaft.
She placed her hands on the side of the bed, her heart pounding wildly as she began crawling on all fours toward him. He still had not sensed her presence and she took the opportunity to gaze at him, her eyes tracing every contour of his long, powerfully built body. The man was a wall of solid muscle, seemingly sculpted by some master sculptor of ancient Rome.
She leaned down toward his ear and softly whispered his name as she lightly touched his chest, running her fingers through the smattering of hair that ran down his torso toward his cock.
As fast as a jungle cat pouncing on his prey, Gabriel grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back, holding her hands against the headboard above her head. Breathing heavily, he straddled her hips, trapping her between his roped thighs.
He stared down at her in disbelief. “What the hell do you think you are doing, woman?” he asked incredulously.
She arched her back, grinding her pelvis against him. His eyes darkened wildly and a low, animalistic groan escaped from somewhere deep in his chest. He exhaled audibly as he continued to stare at her, waiting for her answer.
“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted with a whisper, suddenly feeling shy.
The look on his face softened and he released her hands. “I cannot take you like this,” he replied with a shake of his head as he lay down beside her. “A virgin—”
She laughed, cutting him off. “No, I’m definitely not a virgin. What I meant was that I’ve never seduced a man before.” She rolled to her side and propped her head up with her hand as she looked down at him.
“Well, you certainly have a talent for it,” he quipped with a weak grin as he lifted her by the waist and settled her body on top of him.
The sudden shock of her flesh pressing against the length of his hard, naked body sent waves of heat pulsing through her limbs. He grabbed her rear, kneading her cheeks deeply with his fingers. A deep, guttural moan escaped her throat and she weakly laid her head upon his chest, lost in the sensual massage.
“Are you truly willing to risk your future for this moment?” he whispered against her hair. “Do you know what could happen to you if I was not around and you were to bear my child?”
Kaitlyn lifted her head from his chest and smiled softly down at him. “You’re not going anywhere. Besides, with what I’m thinking, there is no way a child will come of it.”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow quizzically. Though what he wanted most was to ram his engorged cock into her cunny, he was certainly intrigued. Until that point he had somehow been able to draw on his experience as a soldier to mentally overcome the exquisite torture this woman put him through. His resolve began to melt away and he became acutely aware of her soft flesh fairly beckoning to his touch.
He grabbed one of her butt cheeks firmly in his palm, almost as though he half expected her to change her mind and bolt from his bed. With the other hand, he slid his fingers down the cleft of her butt until he reached her cunny. He locked his eyes on her face as his fingers dipped into the slick folds. Her eyes rolled back and then shut tightly as she whimpered and gripped his shoulders tightly.
Her liquid heat surrounded his fingers. It was more than ready for his cock and he groaned in surprise over the wetness of her cunny. He flipped her over onto her back and covered her body with his. She stretched her arms up lazily like a cat basking in the sun and spread her legs. He gritted his teeth as he found the tip of his shaft pressing against her hot, wet folds.
Dazed, Kaitlyn’s eyes fluttered open as the throbbing deep inside her slit increased. Instinctively, she rotated her hips upward and felt something easily part her folds and pause at her entrance. She moaned and wiggled her hips, her intense need to satisfy the emptiness of her pussy overwhelming her thoughts.
Gabriel grabbed her hips fiercely, his fingers digging into her flesh almost painfully. “You are going to be the death of me, woman,” he muttered darkly as he disengaged his cock from her.
“Sorry,” she softly mumbled, only barely aware of how close she had come to throwing caution to the wind.
His lips savagely landed on hers, the hair on his chest raking against her hardened nipples. He dragged his rough palm up the length of her body to her cheek and pressed his thumb against her jaw to coax open her mouth. He slanted his open lips over hers and quickly slipped his tongue inside, tasting and caressing the soft recesses of her mouth. She matched his fervor, her tongue curling around his.
Kaitlyn’s mind whirled. She felt completely surrounded by his masculine, earthy scent and the heat radiating from his body. Time seemed suspended—no past, no future. She existed only in this moment—in the firm, strong arms of a man who, by all laws of space and time, should not be working his way into her heart.
She thought it was only sexual fulfillment that she craved but, as his tongue raked its way through her mouth and his large, strong hand molded her breast, her mind became consumed with the thought of the necessity of his presence in her life. Nothing else mattered. Coincidence or no, to her amazement she found herself hoping that she was the Katie Macan.
Out of the blue, a drowning sensation overcame her and she began to panic. How could her heart become so captivated by one person in such a short period of time? And just how did she get herself into this mess?
As if he sensed her fear, Gabriel ripped his mouth from hers and stared down into her eyes. “As of this moment, you belong to me. Do you understand, Katie? Only me,” he stated with stark determination as he threaded his fingers through her hair.
She nodded, startled by the vehemence in his voice and the intense urge to agree to his terms. His words caused her juices to begin flowing out of her slit and down the cleft of her ass to the mattress below.
“Say it, Katie!” he whispered fiercely as he tightened his grip on her hair, yanking forcefully but not painfully, on her scalp. “Only me.”
“Only you,” she immediately whispered, strangely overcome by a need to soothe the worry furrowing his brow.
She caressed the side of Gabriel’s face with her palm and he leaned into her touch, allowing his eyes to close briefly. Her lips parted in awe as she thought she detected a look of relief sweep across his face. He released his hold on her hair and opened his eyes, staring down at her once again with a look of primal lust.
He grunted approvingly and lowered his mouth to the base of her neck. Her muscles went limp as his lips seared a path down her chest. His tongue darted from his mouth and immediately began circling one erect nipple. She arched her back, hinting for him to take it into his mouth but he continued to circle it, barely touching it. She whimpered and he flicked at it with the tip of his tongue. Electricity shot through her breast and traveled directly to her clit, causing it to contract.
Gabriel eagerly sucked her stiff nipple into his mouth, drawing a deep groan from Kaitlyn’s lips. She was so warm and willing. He still considered this to be dangerous but there was no way in hell he would allow her to leave his bed until she had come apart completely in his arms.
Sucking on her hard nipple caused it to elongate even farther. He moved his hand to her other breast and began rubbing his thumb back and forth over her other nipple. She arched her back once again, grinding her hips against his straining cock.
It would be so easy to fuck her right now, he thought. She was hot and ready for him—she would not deny him. He tilted his hips rhythmically, rubbing his swollen shaft against her thigh.
“Make me come,” she whi
spered pleadingly. “Please, Gabriel.”
He allowed her nipple to fall from his lips as he stared at the beautiful, oval-shaped face looking up at him so expectantly.
He smiled and placed a gentle kiss upon her soft, enticing lips. “As you wish, love.”
His hand skimmed her side, gliding quickly to her thigh. With a simple tug, her legs fell open and she splayed them wide. He ran his fingers through the soft, silken hair of her mound before slipping them into her wet folds. Immediately, he pushed his fingers deep inside her—first one, then two and finally three.
Kaitlyn’s hips instinctively bucked, her pussy eager for more. She felt his thumb rubbing her folds and then flick her clit. She almost came up off the bed as a shockwave of pleasure scorched through her body.
His long, skilled fingers slowly slid out and back in as his thumb rhythmically massaged her clit. His lips felt like fire as he nibbled on the sensitive flesh of her neck below her ear. Her breathing sounded like long moans of surrender as the pressure mounted and heat rippled under her skin.
From a seemingly great distance she could hear Gabriel’s ragged breathing against her ear. “Say my name,” he commanded, nipping her earlobe with his teeth.
“Gabriel,” she groaned as she frantically clutched the bed sheets, scratching her nails against the mattress.
“Again,” he demanded, thrusting his fingers into her wet pussy harder and faster as he stroked her clit.
“Gabriel,” she replied, his name falling from her lips in a strangled half-whisper as the pressure between her thighs soared impossibly higher until she thought she might simply fall into a dead faint.
Kaitlyn groaned and gasped for air as Gabriel finally brought her to her peak and she exploded in a shower of blazing tremors. She cried out his name once again and he smashed his lips down onto hers, ravaging her mouth as her entire body convulsed beneath him.
As she finally began to slow her movements, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He withdrew his fingers from her, causing her to whimper and rock her pelvis against his hand. He chuckled lowly and gently rubbed her clit in slow, languid circles.
She gasped and attempted to push away his hand. Her clit was very sensitive now and the sensations were overwhelming, almost painful.
He pulled his lips from hers and shook his head. “Just relax, love.”
She bit her lower lip and allowed her muscles to go limp, a feeling of complete trust and surrender coming over her. The sensitivity in her clit slowly began to subside as he continued to rub it, slowly at first and then gradually building in speed as the pleasure began to mount once again.
Gabriel briefly stared down at her with parted lips before bending his head down to flick one of her hard nipples with his tongue. She gasped and closed her eyes, her torso arching while she moaned. He rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against her thigh, as he pressed harder and faster on her clit. Her breathing was short and choppy and knew she was about to climax again.
Kaitlyn gasped and shuddered as she began to come again, this time moaning and clutching furiously at his back as she trembled and whispered his name over and over again.
He slowed his hand movements and gently disengaged his fingers from her clit as he nuzzled her neck. “Do something now, Katie,” he demanded in a bare whisper. “If I am forced to wait one moment longer, I shall simply ram myself into your beautiful cunny to end this torment.”
Kaitlyn groaned in reaction, his words making her pussy ache for more. She briefly entertained the thought of allowing him to fuck her. She wanted to feel him inside her, pounding into her hard and relentlessly.
Gabriel snarled lowly and yanked her thighs apart. He positioned himself between her open legs and held his jutting cock in one hand. “Last chance, love,” he said, his jaw clenched tightly.
The post-orgasm haze finally began to clear from her mind and she looked down at his cock. It was long and thick, the veins bulging just beneath the surface. She glanced back up at him, taken aback by his size. Not one of her three past sexual partners had been this big and she wasn’t at all certain her body could accommodate him, though a large part of her was more than willing to give it a try.
Fear of pregnancy and fear of not being enough for him finally won out. She sat up and snapped her legs together. Gabriel sighed in obvious disappointment.
She laughed and playfully pushed him back onto the bed. “I don’t think you’ll be too dissatisfied.”
He put his hands behind his head, the corners of his lips turning up into a wicked grin. “I have little doubt,” he replied, his voice smooth and sultry.
Kaitlyn flashed him a playful grin, amazed by her ability to overcome her timidity and even contemplate doing something she had never done before—something, she was sure, he probably had women do for him all the time.
She licked her lips, her mouth moistening at the thought of taking him into her mouth. She’d never had the urge to taste a man before and she wasn’t even certain how to start. She straddled his legs, running her hands over the dark hair of his hard, roped thighs. Shyly, she forced her eyes onto his cock as it stood stiff and waiting for her next move. The veins pulsed and the bulbous head looked dark and eager, waiting for her touch.
Hesitantly, she cupped his balls, softly caressing the soft skin. A low groan escaped his throat. Emboldened, she dipped her head down and grasped the base of his cock with her other hand, opening her mouth and pausing as the head brushed against her lips. She dared a quick look up at Gabriel whose eyes locked onto hers and turned impossibly black. Slipping her tongue over her bottom lip, she flicked at the salty tip of his shaft and drew another groan from him. Savoring the taste, she circled her tongue around the rim of the smooth head.
Gabriel’s breathing grew raspy. His eyes widened in awe as her lips opened even further and closed around the tip of his cock. He nearly winced at the exquisite feel of her soft, wet tongue and mouth slowly moving down his shaft, taking as much of him as she could possibly handle. He had thought she meant to stroke him as he did her. He had thought she was innocent. He never would have considered in a million years that his Katie would have knowledge of such a thing. Now he regretted not tasting her like he had wanted.
He tucked her hair behind her ear so he could have a better view of her soft, willing lips moving up and down his straining cock. Gritting his teeth, he breathed heavily through his nostrils as his balls began to tighten. Kaitlyn pushed even further, taking more of him into her mouth as she quickened the pace. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he dropped his hands to his sides and balled them into fists, every muscle in his body tensing as the pressure in his groin soared and finally reached its peak.
Gabriel almost shouted out loud. Almost. It took every ounce of strength he had to clamp his mouth shut. Instead he rocked his hips, fucking her sweet little mouth and pouring his seed into her until he finally fell against the bed, exhausted and spent.
And in awe. Kaitlyn raised her head from his glistening cock and lightly licked her plump lips as she tossed her long, light brown hair over her shoulder and eyed him impishly. How could someone so shy and innocent have such skill?
He fought the urge to scowl as she crawled forward and straddled his abdomen, lightly caressing his cheek with the back of her hand. The thought that she had ever touched another man the way she had just touched him settled like a rock in his stomach.
Kaitlyn sighed contentedly and laid her head upon his chest, rubbing her palm over his abdomen and reveling in the feel of his rock-hard muscles beneath her fingertips. Having difficulty believing what she had just done, she resisted the urge to giggle over her uncharacteristic behavior.
And Gabriel’s reaction. The man was so controlled and so commanding. Never before had she seen a look of surrender sweep his face as it did when she wrapped her lips around his cock.
“How many others have there been?” he whispered.
Kaitlyn froze, suddenly on edge. A small thought in the back of her head came
to the forefront and she wondered if it wouldn’t be better to lie about her previous sexual experiences. He probably thought all women should be virgins until their wedding nights.
She took a deep breath, deciding immediately that the notion of lying was absurd, especially since the man was a human lie-detector machine. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes, which were staring at her with curiosity. “Three,” she answered with only a second of hesitation.
Gabriel’s brow furrowed slightly as he tucked her hair behind her ear again.
“Where I come from, it’s not typical for a woman to be a virgin until she marries,” she quickly replied, her stomach nervously tightening.
“Really?” he replied, tracing her jaw with his finger.
She cautiously nodded, unsure if she detected a tone of judgment in his voice or not.
He remained silent and Kaitlyn eyed him suspiciously, immediately jumping to the conclusion that he didn’t approve of what she had just told him. “I’m not a whore, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she stated. She had meant for her voice to sound strong and confident but it instead came out small and defensive.
He grabbed her face with both of his hands, forcing her to look him in the eye. “I never thought any such thing. Do you understand?”
Her shoulders slumped and she immediately felt like a fool. Doubts still lingered in her mind, however. “Then why did you want to know how many other men there have been?”
He rubbed his thumb back and forth against her bottom lip, sending chills down her spine. “I simply wanted to know how many men I would have to kill should they decide to come for you.” He flashed her a dashing smile.
She laughed and placed a quick kiss upon his lips. “You forget—they haven’t even been born yet.”
He dropped his hands from her face and sighed dramatically. “’Tis a shame.”
