First Night(11)

I couldn’t hold back my gales of high-pitched laugher. “Oh my God! Now I wished it were true just so you can keep looking like that! Tuck your bottom lip in, Gabriel, because you’re about to trip over it!”

Relief imprinted on his shocked expression. “Why you little…” Gabriel attacked my ribs, tickling them until I screamed. We rolled around on the bed, safe from falling onto the hardwood floors while we played.

Eventually, Gabriel rested between my widespread thighs. Propped up on his hands, he could do nothing to hide the proof of his desire for me. My mouth went dry as I felt the hot, thick shaft against my inner thigh.

I almost cracked a joke about how happy he was to see me, but the time for humorous games passed as razor-sharp awareness for the other nicked us.

“Touch me.”

So I did. I closed my hand around him, impressed at the thickness and length of him. Curiosity overcame shyness and I set out to explore Gabriel’s body—which suited him just fine.

I marveled over how soft his skin was in some places, lightly furred in others. Although his frame carried the slimness of youth, I could tell he would fill out impressively one day, becoming even wider of shoulder while still retaining a narrow waist.

Soon Gabriel joined in the exploration. His hands skated gently down my body, settling on certain areas with marked intention. The rarely noticed spot between hip and thigh were especially sensitive to the feather-soft touch his lips.

My shyness melted the further his mouth moved to my core. I always thought I’d clamp my thighs closed to an oral invasion, afraid of how I’d taste and a thousand other things all to due with an overly-developed sense of modesty.

With Gabriel none of that existed. I was open to his exploration.

It was decadent, glorious…every adjective possibly used to describe bliss—I experienced it.

Gabriel slid over me. His mouth greedily drank down my pleasure cries. Once I caught my breath, he started over again. Gabriel brought me to my peak again and again.

I lost count of how many times I moaned his name or how intimately he mapped the curves of my body and how well I responded to his kisses to those spots. Eventually, Gabriel reached into his side drawer and I heard the rip of plastic.

It was time.

My body was too relaxed to tense up. I welcomed him into my arms and held onto him as he carefully positioned himself. Soon Gabriel pressed deep, deeper inside. I let out a hiss as I struggled to accommodate him. He immediately stopped, concern reshaping his face surely as his body was reshaping mine.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Please…keep going.”

Gabriel pressed forward and then retreated. He kept his strokes shallow until I finally arched my hips beneath him, eager for more. Our mouths hungrily found one another and then we truly began our dance.

And nothing could’ve truly prepared me for what it would be like.

Limbs wrapped around his waist, straining harder and harder still while moisture gathered between my breasts and the small of my back. Entranced, I couldn’t look away from the sight of Gabriel becoming one with me.

I felt the tantalizing tease of release. Rolling my hips, I gasped when his hard thrusts found the perfect angle. Gabriel’s arm settled beneath me and pulled me tightly against him. It was exactly what I needed.

“Gabriel!” I couldn’t stop calling out his name as each wave rolled over me longer and harder than the last.

Responding to my climax, Gabriel moaned loudly and then his powerful body stilled over me for an incandescent moment. Everything that mattered, that would ever matter, was right here.

Afterwards, his beautiful eyes had welled with tears as he looked down at me. “Thank you, Emma, for making my dreams come true.”

I was smitten.

Even more so when we made love again. And again.





SEVEN





Dressed in just Gabriel’s dress shirt and sitting at the kitchen island, I swung my feet while eating a bowl of ice cream. “No wonder girls slap your face in the hall after you break up with them.”

“Pardon me?” He leaned against the end, tuxedo dress pants hanging low on his hips without a belt. Gabriel was dashing and all the more delicious because of his dishabille.

“You make love to a girl until she barely remembers her name and then feed her ice cream. It’s perfect.”

Gabriel’s mouth pinched. “I’ve never done this with anyone else.”

“What?”

“This,” he gestured with his spoon. “You’re the first.”

“Bullshit.”

“Look, I know you think I’m a man-whore—”

“Well, because you are.”

“All right, I’ve been that way but honestly I’ve never much spent time with my partners—”