by Evelyn Glass
“Okay, beautiful, are you going to come over here or am I going to have to go over there?” he asked softly, patting the bed beside him. “I’ve thought of so many things to do to you.”
“You like what you see?” she asked, sliding her hands over her body to entice him further.
“I hope you brought home oven mitts,” he said with a grin, his smile spreading as her face wrinkled and her head cocked. “You’re so damn hot I’m afraid to touch you.”
She flipped the light off then swaggered to the bed, giving her hips an exaggerated swing, then holding his eyes as she knee-walked across the bed. She pushed his leg down and swung a leg over and sat astride him. “I guess you are going to have to do something to cool me off, then,” she purred, beginning to enjoy the game.
“And what might that be?” asked softly as his hands slowly slid up her back.
She held herself perfectly still and gazed deep into his eyes as a delightful shiver passed through her from his touch. “Surprise me…” she whispered as she leaned in to bring her lips to his. The kiss started out as slow and gentle as the kiss they shared a moment ago but quickly took on a life of its own. With a soft moan she leaned into the kiss, rising up on onto knees and tucking in her chin while pressing her body into his as her desire began to spiral out of control. His gentle and unwavering pressure was beginning to reach her, reminding her of what they had and breaking down her resistance. He was everything she liked about him before, but more. More confidence and patience, more handsome, not to mention more skilled at pleasing a woman. She wanted him as badly as she ever wanted anyone. In her bed. In her life.
He pushed her away, holding her by the arms as his lips attacked her throat and his breathing became heavy and loaded with desire. She wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled his lips harder into her neck then pushed him down between the swell of her breasts. He allowed her to guide him, her soft gasp as he kissed lower making his blood roar.
“Fuck,” she gasped, softly pumping her hips as his lips caressed her skin. He turned, dumping her to the bed with a roll of his hips before kicking the linens free and pinning her down with his weight. He stared at her, his hands cradling her face and preventing her from looking away. He was breathing hard, his face a mask of desire as he held her eyes, his own burning with an intensity she’d never seen before. Seeing his face, sensing how badly he wanted her, sent a tingle skittering through her. She smiled and raised her head, encouraging him to kiss her, but he didn’t move, he eyes still holding hers.
“I love you,” he said softy.
The urge to respond was strong, the words coming easily to her lips, but she couldn’t bring herself to utter them. She wanted to say them, but was afraid she was confusing what she felt with her heart with what she felt between her legs. She smiled, a gentle smile, and pulled his lips to hers.
He took her lips, kissing her slowly. He thought she was going to say it. That was twice he was certain she had started to say I love you in return. He was trading on what they once had, and he knew it, but he felt he was slowly winning her, breaking down her resistance to accepting him.
He moved from her lips, kissing along her jaw and down her throat. She smelled wonderful, better than he believed a woman could smell, her scent of baking and bread, with hint of something floral mixed with desire. He moved lower, breathing deep, burning her smell into his mind. Slowly, delicately, his lips and tongue slathered the skin around the nipple.
She groaned in desire and anticipation. She took his head into her hands and tried to steer his lips to the most sensitive point of her breast, but he refused to go, refused to be rushed. As his tongue continued to tease her nipples to aching erectness, she gasped as he softly touched her womanhood, his finger slowly sliding along the outer lips, the slow stroke maddening in its promise. She gasped as her hips pushed up of their own accord, encouraging him to continue to touch her. As with her breasts, he refused to be rushed and she reached for his hand.
“Relax…” he breathed as he moved her hand away before once again brushing his finger lightly across her most intimate area.
For the next eternity he began to drive her wild, slowly building up her desire while refusing to push her over the edge. He smiled as she whimpered, writhed and pleaded, enjoying her distress as she fought for her release. He held her on the knife edge, briefly letting her fall back before driving her ever nearer to the abyss only to leave her begging him for her orgasm.
She, again, took his cock in her hand, slick with his desire, and stroked him hard and fast, trying to break his mastery over her. She whimpered as the strokes of his finger and tongue became more forceful, more deliberate, making her gasp in the sweetest of agonies. He moved, pulling his cock from her hand and she gripped his hair with what had to be painful intensity, pressing his mouth harder into her breast. He relented and began to flick the nipple of her breast, lighting her up with pleasure of searing intensity. He scraped the hard point gently over his teeth with this tongue while gently savaging her clit, finally goading her into orgasm. With a hard shuddering groan her orgasm overwhelmed her, and still he tormented her.
“Stop! Please stop!” she gasped as her body twitched and jerked beyond her control.
He kissed down her body, intent on devastating her with pleasure, sliding lower before bringing his lips to her pussy. The moment he touched her she bucked hard, her hands coming his to head.
“No,” she gasped, still reeling from her orgasm. He ignored her plaintive cry and continued to lick and kiss slowly. As his tongue massaged her over stimulate clit, she felt another orgasm bearing down on her with terrifying power. Her voice rose within her, needing to cry her pleasure to the world, but she bit down on the wail and forced it into a soft moan as her hips rose of their own accord, her body no longer hers to control.
He continued to batter her with his tongue, her soft cry as she thrashed in erotic bliss making him burn for her, his own hips thrusting against the bed as he held her to his face, moving with her as she twisted and bucked.
Her second orgasm hit with the power of a thunderclap and she began to keen as the climax rolled over her, the sensations of Gabriel’s sliding and probing tongue too intense to bear. “Fuck!” she wailed softly as she slapped and pushed at him, caught in the teeth of the maelstrom, desperate to be free of the most exquisite of tortures.
He waited, smiling, for her to come down from her orgasm. When she stopped shivering and opened her eyes, he took her lips softy. He felt her smile under his lips before she wrapped her arm around him and pulled him deeper into the kiss. He kissed her slowly, allowing her to drink her fill from his lips, not pulling away until she relaxed her embrace.
“Surprise,” he whispered with a grin.
Stella giggled then sighed. “You’re a total fuck, you know that?”
Gabriel chuckled softly. “And here I thought you were enjoying yourself,” he said, tasting her lips again.
“I did, but you promised not to make me scream,” she said, her voice petulant but a smile on her lips. “What if I woke Katrina up?”
He chuckled again. “You weren’t that loud.” She was lethargic, so he pulled her into a snuggle, holding her close as he kissed and stroked, giving her time to recover before they entered into the next sprint. After several minutes of cuddling she reached between them and took his manhood into her hand, slowly stroking him. He tried to pull away but she clamped down on him, holding him firm.
He tried to escape her grasp, their brief struggle causing him to gasp. “Nuh-uh,” she breathed. “Now it’s your turn.” She pushed him onto this back and draped herself across him, smiling as she remembered how turned on she got the last time she had him in her mouth. She slid him into her mouth, pinching her lips tight and taking him as deep as possible, wanting to please him, wanting to make him gasp in pleasure. She knew she was inexperienced at giving head, but she wanted to learn, wanted to up her game to match his, wanted to please him like no other woman could. Holding her li
ps tight, she drew back, rising up his shaft then thrashed the head of his cock with her tongue.
“Easy…” he whispered, every muscle tense. “Don’t make me come too soon.”
Knowing she could make him come in her mouth again excited her. She pulled back, allowing his turgid member to pop free of her mouth with a wet sounding slurp. “No…” she cooed as she kissed down the outside, “that wouldn’t do at all.”
She plunged him into her mouth again, trying to take all of him, but was unable, and backed off before she gagged. It was going to take some practice before she could accomplish that, but she was determined to do it and she would practice on him until she could.
Stella was a force of nature tonight, licking and sucking, her breathy purrs and soft coos making his blood run fast and hot. She was working him up to and explosive orgasm, and he reached for her several times, intending to drag her hips around so he could pleasure her as well, but each time she moved away, smiling at him wickedly as she looked from under her brows with his cock still in her mouth.
She continued lick and stroke, suck and nip, his gasps, groans and mutters making her drip with desire. She could sense his approaching orgasm as he began to tighten up, his gasps coming harder, his hip thrusts slightly more forceful.
“Does that feel good?” she purred as she slowly stroked his cock.
“Oh, God, yes,” he growled, his voice thick with contained desire.
She pitched her voice low and suggestive. “Do you want to come?” she teased, her hand still caressing his cock.
“No…yes. Oh, God, just stop. I can’t take it anymore,” he said huskily, taking her wrist to still her hand. After a moment he relaxed. “It’s a good thing you stopped or I would have made a mess,” he said with a long slow exhale.
She grinned at the thought of him coming. She had never masturbated a man to orgasm before and found the idea titillating. Next time she wouldn’t stop and would continue to stroke him until she forced him to orgasm so she could watch his face as he ejaculated all over her. The idea of him coming on her breasts then fucking her immediately after until he came again turned her on at a deep level.
Stella rose, pausing to flick one of his nipples with her tongue before taking his lips. As they kissed, she swung a leg over him, but this time there were no bed linens separating them and she luxuriated in the feel of his hardness pressing against her most sensitive area. Once again she took his lips, hungry for the taste of him, before rising up slightly and steering his cock into her. As she settled, they exhaled with long sighs.
Gabriel reached for her, placing his hands on her sides, steadying her as she moved, rocking slowly on her knees. She smiled, her head back, eyes closed, her hands tangled in her hair, her face twisted in ecstasy, easily the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the universe. He slid his hands up, cupping her breasts, softly rolling her nipples between finger and thumb. She groaned as she sagged, her hands falling to his chest as she began to thrust harder, then harder still, rocking her hips faster as she moaned long and low.
He could sense her approaching climax. Knowing she liked hard fast pounding to push her over the edge, he knocked her hands away and pulled her down onto his chest. He steered her lips to his as he planted his feet and began to drive into her. She began to keen into his mouth as she devoured him, her need pushing him to the edge of his own orgasm before she flung her head back with a gasp.
His arms closed around her, holding her tight as she vibrated with the power of her release, making her feel protected and safe as she fought for control of her body. After a time, a second, an hour, an eternity, the shaking stopped and she surfaced from the ocean of pleasure.
“Fuck…” she gasped, nearly spent from three incredible orgasms.
Gabriel finally relaxed, breathing hard, holding her tight as he waiting for his own near orgasm to subside. He’d avoided coming by the thinnest of margins. Finally, she rose, smiling softly before touching his face and gently kissing him. She rose farther, leaning back and pulling him up with her as they shifted position until they were sitting, his cock still inside of her as they wrapped each other in an embrace. She took another deep breath as she held him tight, enjoying the feel of him inside and the closeness of their embrace.
“Did you come?” she whispered.
“No.”
She sighed again, tightening her grip, wanting him to reach the peak of pleasure. She’d fucked plenty of times before, but for the first time since he left, she felt like she was truly making love. He’d given her everything and asked for nothing, and she wanted, more than anything, to pleasure him until he reached rapture. She released her grip and fell backwards onto the bed, smiling at him as she beckoned him. He smiled before moving to kiss her, slowly, gently, lovingly. As they kissed he slowly slid himself into her once more. She smiled as his eyes briefly closed with a deep inhale. As he began to move, she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, pulling at him with her legs, wanting to feel him deep inside. After three orgasms she feel like she was spent, but as he began to thrust into her, his tempo slowly increasing, his face twisting in profound pleasure, she could feel yet another orgasm building. She’d never had four orgasms before but seeing the pleasure on Gabriel’s face, feeling him moving within her, his soft profession of love, made her ache in erotic bliss. She wanted this night to continue forever. She began to move with him, driving him to his orgasm while driving herself to her own.
He began to grunt, long, low and deep. He was losing his battle with pleasure, unable to stall his orgasm any longer. He lowered himself to her, wanting to feel her body against his own, to feel her moving under him as he pleased her. He gripped her tight, trying to hold on, to please her just a little longer, to give her a bit more. He gasped, tangling his hands in her hair as he began to drive into her hard and fast, burning with desire.
Her orgasm was coming. “Don’t stop,” she begged quietly, clinging to him desperately tight. “I’m going to come again. Don’t stop.”
“I’m going to come if I don’t stop,” he grunted, his voice strained.
“Please don’t stop, please.”
“I’m going to come! I can’t hold it, baby!” he cried softly, his voice sounding as if he were in agonizing pain.
“No! Please don’t stop!” she begged again. She was so close, he couldn’t stop! Not now!
He continued to pump his hips into her hard and fast for several more seconds before he was overwhelmed with pleasure. He drove into her with a series of hard sharp thrusts, whimpering and gasping, his legs driving as he shuddered and shook, is body alive with motion as he continued to thrust, burning in sweet agony.
The unexpected change of pace, the sudden tender violence of his love making, and his soft keens of pleasure pushed her over the edge. She held him as she warmed with her release, smiling as she held him tight while he gasped and panted into her neck, her smile spreading when a series of aftershocks washed over him, making him twitch and grunt anew.
They lay together, their skin damp as their breathing slowed, Gabriel supporting most of his weight on his elbows and knees, but he seemed content to lie against her, and she was content to let him, stoking his hair and caressing his back as she listened to his heavy breathing.
“Jesus…” he said softly into her shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
Her smile widened farther at his words, gratified she could please him as he pleased her. He was still hard, but he pulled himself from within her and rolled to his back before tugging her in tight. They lay quiet, no words spoken, none needed, her head resting on his chest so she could listen to the thudding of his heart, the heart he wanted to give to her. She sighed as sleep began to pull its dark veil over her, and as she slid into depths of sleep, she realized that, perhaps, she was ready to accept it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“Look who’s up,” Gabriel said, glancing up from the book he was reading to Katrina.
“Mommy!” Ka
trina cried, climbing off Gabriel’s lap and running to her mother. “Gabriel fixed me pancakes!”
“He did?” she asked in mock surprise.
“Uh-huh. He messed up the first ones.”
Gabriel chuckled. “I thought we weren’t going to tell Mommy that,” he said as he put the book aside and rose from the couch.
Katrina giggled and twisted back and forth. “I forgot.”
“It’s okay.” He bent down and gave Stella a kiss, grinning as Katrina stared at him wide eyed, and he wondered if that was the first time she’d seen anyone kiss her mother. “How’d you sleep?”
“Terrific. A solid seven hours. That’s like sleeping for days for me.”
“You want me to make you something while you get ready? I can manage pancakes and eggs now.”
