They didn’t speak after that. The walk to her apartment was quiet. She rubbed her thumb over the edge of his finger, feeling the way his skin was rougher than hers, toughened by climbing.
It felt strange to know that they were going to have sex. All her previous dates had been countdowns that had hurtled faster and faster toward doubt and anxiety. But this time she calmly unlocked her apartment door and let him in. She didn’t wonder. She knew. And while she couldn’t help the nervousness that sizzled through her, she didn’t have any doubt.
She took off her heels and suddenly he was so much bigger than her. When he bent his head to meet her eyes, his face was shadowed. His hair fell forward. She felt as if she were the only person in his whole world as she rose up to kiss him.
She’d wanted to touch him all night and now she could. She stroked her fingers down his beard, down his throat, around to the back of his neck, into his hair. She dragged her mouth from his and followed the path of her hand, rubbing her lips along his soft beard and then breathing deeply as she kissed the crook of his neck.
“You smell so good, Gabe. Your skin smells like sex to me now.” Her fingers caught the top button of his shirt. “I want all of it.”
His head fell back when she licked his neck. She bit him, scraping her teeth over his skin, then laughed in triumph at the groan that vibrated against her mouth.
She went willingly when he backed her toward her bedroom, but she didn’t give up her quest for more of his skin. She plucked each button free, then sighed in relief when she could slide both her hands into his open shirt. Her nerves flamed with the warmth of him under her palms, the soft feel of his chest hair, the hard pebbles of his nipples.
He pulled his shirt free of his pants once they were next to the bed, but she stopped him. “I want to undress you.”
Nodding, he let his hands drop and watched as she freed the last button. His crisp shirt fell open and she slid her hands around his bare waist, marveling at how lean he was, how perfect. “You really are beautiful,” she breathed against his collarbone just before she licked it. She felt the texture roughen beneath her tongue as goose bumps chased over his skin. She pulled back to watch his nipples pebble with the sensation.
She circled one with her thumb, surprised when he shivered. “Does that feel good to you, too?”
“Yes.”
“Really?” She ducked her head and traced it with her tongue. That didn’t get the response she wanted, so she gently bit it. Gabe grunted.
“This is fun,” she breathed.
“You’re torturing me,” he rasped. When she laughed, he took her wrist in a hard grip and moved it down to the front of his pants. They both groaned when she curved her hand over the hard bulge of his cock.
“I love that I can do this to you, Gabe.”
“Just thinking about you gets me hard as a rock,” he said, the words so rough it felt as though she could feel them against her. “I jerked off to you this morning.”
“Did you?” she asked in shock, stroking up and down the fabric that covered him. “Really?”
“Yes. In the shower. I thought of you coming against my mouth again. And then I imagined coming in yours.”
She was breathing hard now, remembering his hand on his cock, remembering his belly covered in come. “Do you want to do that?”
“Yes. But not tonight. Tonight I want to fuck you.”
God, she felt dizzy with lust, as if all her blood had sunk deep inside her where her pulse beat hard between her legs. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it on the floor, then set to work on his belt. As soon as she’d unzipped him, she wanted to tug his boxer briefs down and watch his cock rise free, but she made her greedy hands wait. She slid her hands around him and eased his pants down his hips. Then she slipped her fingers beneath his briefs and spread her fingers over the hard muscles of his ass.
“Please,” he rasped. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” she teased.
In response, he pulled her tight against his hips and pushed against her with a groan. “Touch my cock. I want to feel your hand around it.”
She dug her nails into his ass as he rocked against her. “Okay,” she panted. “Yes.”
Pushing her hands farther down, she dragged his underwear off and his cock was free. He felt hard as steel in her hand, and so hot and silky and good. She squeezed him as he groaned in relief.
“God, yes,” he sighed as he ducked his head and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues rubbed together. His fingers closed over hers and he stroked himself with her hand, his cock pushing against her, fucking her fist. She took his tongue deeper, pressing up to his mouth, wanting everything.
She felt wild. Desperate. Dirty. Everything she’d always wanted to feel. She tipped her head back to draw a breath, but she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. “Fuck me,” she gasped.
“Yes.” He stripped the rest of the way down and then turned her around to face the bed.
Now, she thought at the sound of her zipper. His knuckles brushed her spine until they stopped at the top of her ass. Now.
Her dress fell and pooled around her feet. Then her bra. His hands framed her ribs; his mouth brushed her shoulder. He pulled her against him and his cock was a hot brand against her back.
Veronica closed her eyes and sighed at the pleasure. The heat of him. The rough drag of his calloused hands against her bare skin.
He sucked at the curve of her neck and his hands were suddenly at her breasts, his fingers plucking at her nipples, twisting pleasure into her that somehow wound around her pussy and squeezed it tight.
She breathed his name, so new to her but so comforting. As if she knew him. As if her body knew him.
The calloused tips of his fingers drifted down her belly and sneaked beneath her panties. She’d worn black lace for him tonight, dressing just for this moment, and she watched his hand slide beneath the wisp of fabric.
Her clit felt tight and tense before he even touched it. When his fingers found her, her whole body jerked in shock.
“Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me touch you.”
“Yes,” she said eagerly, loving the way his fingers slipped into her wetness. His mouth sucked at her neck, and his hands worked her, one at her breast, the other stroking along her pussy. He teased her for a long while, brushing her clit only occasionally as he stroked, but then he finally centered there, drawing small circles of pleasure into her.
Even above all that, she could still feel his cock. It pressed rhythmically against the small of her back, his own wetness letting him slide against her skin. God, she wanted to taste that again, wanted the salty slippery feel of his precome on her tongue. His cock wanted inside her. It wanted to slide into her. Fill her up. She pictured that and the pleasure pressed harder against her clit, pushing toward his fingers.
“Yes,” she murmured. She dug her nails into his wrist, trying to press his hand harder to her.
“Does that feel good, Veronica?” he whispered.
“Yessss.”
“Mmm.” He slid his hand deeper into her panties, and suddenly his finger was inside her, stretching her open.
“Oh, God,” she sobbed.
“Are you ready to fuck?” he asked. “Are you squirming for it?”
“Yes.”
His finger slid out and he was teasing her clit again, and now she really was squirming, pushing back into his cock, trying her best to torture him the way he was torturing her.
“Or do you want to come first?” he asked, rubbing more firmly into the terrible, wonderful tightness of her clit.
“Yes,” she answered immediately. “Yes, I want that. Please. I want to come.” She was so close. So close. If she could just stop thinking. If she could just relax. It was right there.
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His fingers left her, sliding free of her panties. She felt the cool wetness of her own arousal on her stomach. “Wait,” she begged.
“Shh,” he said again. He slid her panties down, then cupped one of her ass cheeks in his hand. “God, you’ve got a gorgeous ass,” he said.
If she hadn’t been so frustrated, she would have been thrilled with his words, but they seemed trivial at the moment. Who cared what he thought of her ass? She wanted him focused on her clit.
“Gabe,” she growled.
He laughed a little, and she was shocked by how angry it made her.
“Frustrated?” he asked as he turned her to face him.
She wiped the arrogance off his face by wrapping her hand around his cock. “Make me come,” she said, feeling greedy for it now that she knew he could.
“I will. When you’re ready.” His narrowed eyes looked dangerous now, glinting with lust and power as he looked at her hand around his cock.
“Make me come,” she ordered again.
“Not until I’m deep inside you,” he growled, backing her up to the mattress.
Shocked, she felt the world tip as she fell back onto the bed. When he stepped between her knees, her legs spread for him, and she felt vulnerable, decadent, her thighs open and her panties still hanging from one ankle.
He put one knee on the bed, forcing her to move back. Then he opened a condom and knelt above her.
It hit her then, that he was big and hard and so much stronger than she was, and he was about to be inside her. Her mouth went suddenly dry. Her heart sped. She backed up a little farther as he rolled the condom down over his thick erection. All her bravado and frustration was gone.
“Just...” she started, then had to swallow to wet her tongue. “Just go slow, okay?”
“Slow,” he agreed, fisting his cock.
He was about to do it. He was about to guide himself into her and fuck her. Oh, God.
But then her world fell into pleasure again. Gabe’s thumb feathered over her clit. She gasped.
“Better?” he asked. She nodded, clenching her teeth against a groan. He rubbed her clit and she arched up, eyes closed as she pressed her head into the mattress. “I like watching you, Veronica. I like the way your neck gets tight, the way you bite your lip.”
She gasped as he circled her clit faster.
“Stop me anytime,” he murmured. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
The blunt head of his cock rubbed between her lips. She felt it press against her, and then it was pushing her open, sliding inside her, stretching her. Just when the tightness became too much, he eased out again, then slid a little deeper, just a little. And the whole time his thumb rubbed her clit, making her squirm against him.
“How does that feel?” he asked, the words a little breathless.
She nodded, keeping her eyes shut tight. It felt...full.
“Raise your knees, sweetheart.”
Her thighs opened wider like that and some of the pressure eased.
“Yeah,” he rasped, moving slowly inside her. In and out, just an inch at a time. She could feel it get easier, feel herself get wetter. “You feel so good, Veronica. You feel so fucking hot and tight.”
“Yes,” she groaned.
“Here. Feel it.”
He took her hand and eased it between them. He was still kneeling, his knees spread under her thighs, raising her hips a little. Her fingers touched her clit first, and then they brushed his hard, thick shaft.
“Do you feel that?” he murmured. “How good that is?”
Yes. His cock was wet and so hot from her pussy. And she could feel how tight her own flesh was, stretched around him as he slowly pulled out and then pushed back in.
She opened her eyes. There was no mistaking any of this. Gabe hovered above her, his chest widening up to his gorgeous shoulders, his arms flexing as his hands curved around her knees and his eyes locked on her pussy as he carefully sank himself into her again. And not only could she feel him inside her, she could feel the slide of him through her fingers right where her body took him in.
She was really fucking. She smiled just as his gaze rose to her face.
His laugh sounded pained as he leaned closer, bracing himself above her. Her eyes widened at this shift of his body inside her. “You look so sweet,” he murmured, bending closer to press a slow kiss to her mouth. “Now...touch yourself.”
“Oh,” she breathed against his lips. “Okay.”
She shifted her fingers up and pressed them tight to her clit. He withdrew and then sank himself deep. Deeper than he’d been before. Her eyes fluttered closed.
The logical part of her brain was confused. She didn’t know why it should feel so good, so needed, but each slow, steady thrust seemed to fill up a part of her that had never felt empty until now. She knew, logically, that her sexual pleasure was centered on the stroking of her clit, but somehow his cock added to that, increasing the weight building inside her and pulling her down, down, down.
He kissed her then, kissed her deep and slow, just like his thrusts. This was sex. Real sex. This was the thing that made people foolish and stupid and willing to give up everything. Just for this feeling of fitting together over and over and over. This was what people risked their souls for.
She turned her head, needing to draw a deep breath. “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.” She moved her fingers faster.
“I won’t stop,” he growled. “I’d fuck you forever if I could.”
“Please,” she gasped again. It was so close. Right there. But despite the way his shaft dragged over every nerve, she couldn’t get there. She was outside herself, thinking about it. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed.
“Stop.” He paused, his cock pushed deep inside her. “Stop. It doesn’t matter. Doesn’t this feel good?”
“Yes,” she sobbed.
“Look at me.” He smoothed her hair back from her forehead and waited for her to open her eyes and look at him. She didn’t want to, but she did. “This feels so fucking good to me,” he said. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” she choked out past her frustration.
“You’d tell me if you didn’t?”
“No!” she admitted. “But I do. I love it, I swear. I just can’t...”
“Shh...” He kissed her forehead again, then her nose, her mouth, before he pushed up to balance on his hands. “Look at that,” he whispered, gazing down her body. “Isn’t that beautiful?”
He’d raised himself above her and she could see straight down to her fingers disappearing into the hair between her legs, and then she could see his cock sliding slowly out as his hips rose.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Watch that,” he ordered.
She watched as he disappeared in slow inches into her body.
“Rub your clit.”
She did. She rubbed her clit and watched as he moved his hips in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yeah,” she sighed.
“Tell me.”
“It feels good,” she repeated. “You feel good. You feel so big.”
He growled out, “Yes.”
“You fill me up.”
He sighed and she felt him shake his head against hers. “Look at you,” he said, his voice going dark and rough. “Look at you, Veronica.”
He lifted her hips, sliding his knees beneath her thighs again, raising her up so he could crouch over her and fuck her more deeply. He curled around her, ducking his head, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She cried out in shock at the new pleasure. His teeth against her nipple, pulling too hard at her, as he fucked her faster, harder.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, circling her clit, pressing despera
tely at that pleasure. “Please,” she gasped, begging her own body, begging him. She just wanted this once. Okay, she wanted it a thousand times, but just one time to start. One time with Gabe, coming with him deep inside her, coming while he fucked her, while the muscles of his neck and shoulders and arms strained.
She slid an arm around his back, trying to clutch him, but he was slick with sweat and her fingernails slipped along his spine, making him grunt against her breast.
It was that one little thing that pushed her to the edge. The feel of his sweat under her hand as he fucked her, the rawness of that, the knowledge that he was fucking her so hard, that it was real for him, too.
“Gabe,” she ground out, her teeth clenched against the pressure building suddenly inside her. “Oh, God... Gabe.” She tried to hold back a scream, but she couldn’t. The cry escaped her in a ragged animal sound, and then another one as her orgasm rolled through her in waves. He kept fucking her, moving faster as she rubbed her clit until it all became too much and she had to stop. She sobbed as the orgasm began to fade.
He held himself still then, his cock tight inside her as his chest heaved. He waited until her gasps quieted to sighs. Then he raised his head from her breast and watched again. She watched, too, marveling at the sight of his body disappearing over and over into hers.
“Fuck,” he finally whispered, his thrusts growing a little rougher. “Ah, fuck, Veronica.” She watched his face as he came and felt so thankful she hadn’t missed it. His teeth were bared in a grimace, his eyes shut tight as he pumped into her. She scratched her nails up his shoulder, then tangled her fingers in his hair. His cock jerked inside her.
He finally relaxed with a drawn-out sigh as his eyes opened. He stared at her for a long moment. She stared back.
“Please,” he finally said, “tell me that qualified as really fucking.”
She laughed, wincing at the strange feeling of his penis still inside her. “That definitely qualified.”
“Thank God. I was going to have to write in for advice if it didn’t.”
She squeezed her eyes closed as he slid free of her and rolled to the side.
“Dear Veronica,” he said, “I gave it everything I had, and still...”
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