Jabbing a finger into his bare chest, I said, "Now you listen to me: we're not going to rush into this like two horny teenagers pawing at each other in the back seat of a car."
"We're not?"
"No. We're going to fuck like adults who know about the merits foreplay and delayed gratification."
"Can't we at least have a horny teenager quickie and then move on to fucking like adults?" Gabe suggested.
I shook my head at him. "I'm not one of the groupies you stick your dick in for a quick release. I'm special, remember? I'm your muse, and I demand more." Holy shit. Had I actually just said that to him? Even though it was exactly what I was feeling, I couldn't believe I'd had the balls to say it. I sucked in a breath as I waited for Gabe's reaction.
"You're right. You don't just demand more-you deserve more."
My heartbeat accelerated at his words. "Thank you for acknowledging that."
Gabe slid his hands around my waist. "You drive a hard bargain, Rae Hart."
I reached out to cup the bulge in his jeans, causing Gabe to suck in a deep breath. "Mm, yes, very hard."
"You. Are. Killing. Me," he bit out.
With a wink, I replied, "Oh, but I've only just begun."
Now that I had Gabe on the bed, I started initiating my slow-down plan. Even though he couldn't have cared less, I wanted to make our first time memorable. Although it was too soon to be mentioning anything about love, I wanted our first time to be about more than sex. I wanted it to be more like making love.
With my gaze locked on Gabe's, I brought my hands to my breasts, cupping them over my shirt. When I squeezed them, Gabe sucked in a breath. Turning my fingertips downward, I ran them down over my hardening nipples toward my waist. When my fingers reached the hem of my shirt, I gripped the fabric. Slowly, I inched the shirt up over my abdomen. The closer I got to the underside of my breasts, the farther Gabe leaned over on the mattress toward me.
Taking him by surprise, I did a quick whip of the shirt up over my head then tossed it at him. After it smacked him in the face, it dropped into his lap. He picked it up and brought it to his face. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. "God, you smell good."
"Thank you." Now that my shirt was off, I brought my attention to my jeans. After unbuttoning and unzipping them, I turned my back to Gabe. "Hey, what-"
His words cut off when I bent over, sticking my ass in the air. I then worked the material down slowly over my hips to the floor. Glancing over my shoulder, I wiggled my thong-clad ass in Gabe's face.
I yelped with surprise when he brought his palm down across one of my cheeks, but I also enjoyed the sensation. "Did you like that?" he asked, his voice gravelly with lust.
"Yes. Do it again."
Gabe sent a stinging slap against my other ass cheek, causing me to moan. Just when he leaned forward to grab ahold of me, I sidestepped away and out of his grasp. Now it was his turn to moan, but this time it was from disappointment.
I turned around to face Gabe again. Bringing one of my hands up, I eased the left strap of my bra down my arm. When it almost revealed my breast, I stopped and went to the right one. Once again, I turned my back on Gabe. My hands came around to the clasp of the bra. After I undid it, I kept the material flat against my breasts. Slowly, I slid around to where I was facing Gabe again.
Leaning into him, I said, "You can take my bra if you want to."
"Hell yes," he replied.
When he started to reach for it, I shook my head. "You can't use your hands."
Confusion momentarily filled his face at my request. Then it appeared he had a light-bulb moment because he dipped his head, his warm breath fanning against my chest. When he opened his mouth, his lips brushed against the top of my breast before he took the material between his teeth. With a growl, he tugged it away from me, leaving my breasts exposed. He jerked the bra out of his mouth before tossing it to the floor.
Pure hunger burned in his eyes as I took a step back. I slid my thumbs into the lace at the tops of my hips. Teasingly slow, I started easing the fabric down. Gabe licked his lips as he stared expectantly below my waist. I knew he was wondering if I had taken care of business down there since we had last been together.
When I danced the thong down past the top of my pussy, his eyes flared. While I had done a little trimming, I had left enough to please him. His gaze bounced from my nether regions to my eyes. He grinned. "Thank you."
Although it felt slightly odd to have a man be grateful for pubic hair, I replied, "You're welcome." I then brought my panties back up my hips.
Gabe furrowed his brows. "What are you doing?"
"I think it's time we focused on you."
"Can't you focus on me with your pussy's bare?"
I grinned. "All in good time."
Stepping into the gap between his thighs, I leaned over to undo the top buttons on his shirt. After I whisked it over his head, I stopped for a moment to admire his chest. "Hmm, so sexy," I remarked.
"It's all yours, Rae," he rasped.
I slid my fingers down his chest, adding pressure with my nails as I got closer to the waistband of his jeans. Gabe sucked in a breath, flexing his washboard abs. After undoing his belt buckle, I unbuttoned his jeans and then slid the zipper down.
Bending over, I closed my mouth over one of his nipples. "Fuck," Gabe muttered, as I suctioned the hardening point. When I started kissing down his chest toward his dick, Gabe's hands came to grip my shoulders. Gently, he pushed me back.
Tilting my head, I asked, "You don't want me to put you in my mouth?"
Groaning, Gabe replied, "After your striptease, I'll come in your mouth."
"Is that such a bad thing?"
"Normally, I would say no, but in this case, I want to come balls deep inside you."
Shivering at the imagery in my mind, I replied, "That works for me, too."
Before I could stop him, Gabe reached out to bring his hands between my legs. "Hmm, looks like you're ready for me."
I sucked in a breath as he stroked and rubbed my clit over my panties. The material brushing against me coupled with his finger was some delicious friction. Gripping his shoulders, my hips rocked hard against his. Pushing the material aside, Gabe thrust a finger deep inside me. "Oh yes," I murmured.
"Do you want to come on my fingers?"
"Mmhmm."
Gabe slide another finger inside my wet core. As he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb rubbed my clit. As I started to go over the edge, my nails dug into Gabe's flesh. "Yes, Gabe!" I cried. I threw my head back and rode out the waves of pleasure.
When my walls stopped convulsing, I brought my gaze to Gabe. He was licking me off of his fingers, and the sight caused another shudder of pleasure to ripple through me as I remembered well what his mouth and tongue felt like on my pussy.
"Ready?"
"More than ready," I murmured.
Gabe rose off the mattress, dug his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans, and pulled out a few condoms. After tossing them back onto the bed, he jerked his jeans and underwear down and off his hips. When his cock sprang forward, I couldn't help inhaling a sharp breath.
Gabe glanced up from stepping out of his pants to smirk at me. "Impressed?"
"Very."
"Wait until you feel it inside you."
Licking my lips in anticipation, I replied, "I can't wait." God, was that an understatement. I was so ready. It wasn't just about being ready to have sex again after an almost yearlong drought; it was about the fact that I was going to have sex with Gabe. He was all male and so very sexy. Just looking at him standing before me was turning me on.
While sliding the condom on with one hand, Gabe took my hand in his other and tugged me to him. After I fell against his chest, he turned us around then eased me down onto the mattress. Once I was lying on my back, Gabe climbed on top of me. I was secretly thankful he had gone for the missionary position. Sure, it was basic and lacked any kinkiness, but there was something to be said for having the weight of him on me while staring into his handsome face.
With his gaze locked firmly on mine, Gabe slowly eased into me. I gasped as the fullness of him spread through my lower half. Dipping his head, Gabe kissed me. His tongue swirled inside my mouth, and I felt completely and deliciously filled with him. More than that, I loved the look of adoration that swam in his eyes. I didn't think any man had ever looked at me like that when we were having sex. Maybe this was different because it was making love. Since we'd only known each other ten days, I knew it was too soon to be thinking about love, but it was certainly different than what I'd experienced before.
While Gabe's thrusts had been slow and steady in the beginning, he began to speed up his pace. Our breaths began to come in rushed pants, and he rose up to sit on his knees before sliding his arms under my knees. "Oh fuck," he grunted as the change in position allowed him to go even deeper.