True love's first kiss.
I moaned into his mouth when my feelings came abundantly apparent. I wasn’t falling for him, I wasn’t lusting after him, I didn’t want him for sex. I was in love with him. The stubborn, unpredictable, uncontrollable man who was annoying, infuriating, ridiculous and egocentric. I loved him and beneath all his flaws and the many ways he drove me crazy, he was under my damn skin and I couldn’t get him out from under it, no matter how much I pushed, argued and stood my ground.
Gabriel Black was my Once Upon A Time.
I snapped right back into the moment the minute his hands moved from my face and down my neck, his lips locked with mine as he devoured me in the most delicious way. His thumbs pressed against the pulse points on my neck and the groan sounding from his chest only spurred on the lust between my thighs. Moving back onto my elbows, I threw my head back as his hands once again descended, cupping my heavy breasts within his palms.
I could feel his eyes on me, as if watching for every moan, every reaction my body and lips expressed. While palming my left breast, he rolled my pebbled nub on the right between his finger and thumb, sending electric-like shocks throughout my body.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you, princess.” He growled as a moan slipped from my lips.
“Quit torturing me and show me.”
I was far beyond turned on. I was down right needy, and I needed a release. Deciding to take matters in my own hands, I placed my foot against his chest and pushed. My heels were still on and he had no other choice than to fall back into his large black leather chair.
“Payton,” he said sternly, the roughness in his voice catching me a little off guard. Inhaling hard, I carried on with what I intended to do.
Standing from the desk, I slipped my panties off, allowing them to pool at my feet before stepping out of them and picking them up from the floor. With a smirk, I turned and placed them in the top drawer of his desk.
“Damn.” He groaned.
“Yeah… damn.” I chuckled, repeating his similar words before stepping towards his chair and sitting on his lap.
I could feel him, smooth and hard against me as his length stood proud, slightly resting against his stomach. I looked down between us, noticing the pre-cum resting against his tip and my mouth watered.
That’s when his arm snaked around my waist and pulled us chest to chest while his other hand moved between my thighs. His fingers moved to the apex of my thighs, teasing me for a moment before diving between my folds. With a finger inside me, I moaned out, finally getting somewhere near what I wanted.
“Fuck.” I moaned as he added a second finger, his thumb circling my clit in a slow delicious movement which almost had me seeing stars.
I could feel my orgasm mounting, my muscles clenching around his fingers as I rode them with my head thrown back and my lips parted. My orgasm was building, a wild fire ready to spread into a raging inferno. I was right there, right on the cusp when he removed his fingers and reached over to his desk drawer for a condom.
The thought about why he kept condoms in his office desk draw crossed my mind but I pushed it away, too close to an orgasm which I desperately, not only wanted, but needed.
He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth before sheathing his length. He growled at the contact, pulling a hiss from his lips before moving his hands back to my waist to center me above him.
A moment passed and there was no movement from him. Glancing down, I found his gaze locked on mine, the intensity in his eyes matching my own. That moment was a turning point; the moment when I knew I’d never be able to leave this man, and words I thought would never leave my lips flew out with no filter, no holding back and no embarrassment.
“You make me believe in fairy tales,” I whispered, slowly lowering myself onto his length.
He groaned out as I moaned, the feeling of fullness overwhelming me. I’d never felt that full with anyone except him. Once fully seated on his lap, I watched as the already dark pools in his eyes turned darker than I’d ever seen them. Without moving, his thumb went back to my bundle of nerves and started circling in slow, torturous movements.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” His lips moving to my neck as I stayed seated on his lap, all while he pushed me to the very limit with his ministrations on my clit.
The orgasm I'd been building to came back full force, like thunder crashing on a stormy night. Suddenly, his lips moved to my nipple as he started to thrust inside me, taking me to new highs and I knew if he carried on with his slow and hard assault, I’d come undone within seconds.
I decided I couldn’t take anymore of the slow movements, it was driving me crazy and I was on the brink of my orgasm. I started to take more control. Moving my hands to his neck, I locked my fingers together and started to move faster. Gabriel’s hands moved to my waist, guiding me as the sensations became too much to bear.