The Gambler(25)

He tried to go easy, to take it slow, but there were too many things at  play here. Beneath him at this very moment was the woman who was meant  for him. She was beautiful, she was sweet, she was perfect, and her body  sung to him.

The little sounds she made went right through him, and when he pulled  his head back and looked down at her, the look of wonder on her face was  all the guarantee he needed.

He sped up his thrusts, fucking like a maniac, he couldn't help it; all his famous control had flown out the window.

He lifted her leg and held it over his arm as he bore deeper into her  depths. No longer worried about hurting her, scaring her, he let it all  go as he pounded out his love and lust inside her.

"Cum with me baby." To ensure that she did, he went after her spot,  searching with his cockhead until he felt that rough patch of flesh  hidden inside.

She almost bit off his fucking tongue, and if he'd thought the sounds  she made before were sexy, there were no words for the way she screamed  now as she flooded his cock.

He left his body for a minute as he emptied inside her. The throbbing  pulsations of her body drawing every last drop of his cum out of him.

He started kissing her all over, her neck, her face, her lips, her hair,  as she giggled and writhed with his cock still buried inside her. "You  my sweet Jenna are the most beautiful, amazing, spectacular creature in  the world." He punctuated each compliment with a kiss.

Resting on his outstretched arms, he towered over her as they both  caught their breath. He could stay just like this all day, hard inside  her warmth. She smiled up at him and his world was so fucking complete.  He forgot all about the night and its new revelations. "Angel, good?"

"You were better than good baby." He gave her one last thrust with his  softening dick for emphasis. He didn't pull out, couldn't, he didn't  want to leave the comfort of her body.

Instead, he laid on his back, pulling her over him, with her head on his  chest. He was tired and he was sure she had to be too. So kissing her  hair, he pulled the covers up and over them, before wrapping her safely  in his arms.

"Angel chocolate.

Well fuck; if she asked for chocolate every time they fucked he'd have to buy shares in the place.





Chapter 22





He should've known. After her reaction to the kiss, he should've  expected that she would take to lovemaking with pretty much the same  enthusiasm. Now he's ass tired and she's chattering away like a magpie,  and flopping around on the bed like a two year old hopped up on candy.         

     



 

Then again, that could be part of the problem. After each round she  asked for her chocolate, he wasn't sure what to do about that, but it  seemed to make her happy. He had to keep reminding himself that the  idiot downstairs had taught her to expect chocolate for a job well done.  If that was the case they didn't make any good enough. She was fucking  fantastic.

She also had a new fascination with his body. She wanted to know  everything and what it was for, especially his dick. She couldn't seem  to stop touching, fondling or licking it, and each time she did, as  tired as he was, the shit would stand up tall. He finally taught her how  to ride him and that might not have been such a good idea.

Now she knows she doesn't need him to do all the work, she's taken to  taking matters into her own hands. He should've been downstairs an hour  ago, but she was holding him hostage. He guessed all the praise he  heaped on her had gone to her head. She'd found something else that she  was a master at. He was beginning to wonder if there was anything she  wasn't exceptional at doing.

"Angel." She gave him that cute smile that she'd learned in the last couple hours. He knew what that shit meant.

"Okay baby one more, but then we have to get up okay?"

She nodded her head but he didn't believe her for shit. She'd nodded her  head yes twice before, with no results. Each time she conned him by  curling her soft warm body around him like a kitten, and he ended up  kissing her or some shit, until the whole cycle started all over again.





He was sure she had to be sore by now, he'd held a cold cloth against  her like half an hour ago to ease the sting, this after giving her a  bath an hour before that. He threw her playfully to her back and leaned  over her, taking in the sexy glazed look in her eyes, the flush to her  skin and the wild mass of hair across the pillow.

"You're beautiful." Will he ever not feel his heart trip at that smile?  He hoped the day never came. He hugged her tight, suddenly overcome by  the most overwhelming surge of love and possessiveness. He said a quick  prayer that he never failed her, ever.

"Lay still this time baby, if you move I'll stop." Yeah and how many  times has he said that in the last three hours? She didn't listen for  shit; though she nodded her head again, the little liar. He blew cool  air against her heat, still a little worried about hurting her even if  she wasn't.

She was red and just a little swollen as he eased his tongue into her,  pushing her legs higher in the air, so he could go as deep as possible.  She loved being eaten, if she had her way, he'd be down there for hours  and she let him know by holding his head against her as she moved  beneath his tongue.

She felt so slight in his hands as he lifted her to his mouth. It was  hard to believe that she'd taken all of him over and over again, and  came back for more. Thus far, he'd been able to hold a little part of  himself in check; even at his wildest moments he held something back. He  wondered if he could risk taking her the way he wanted to. Only one way  to find out!





She gave him a pouty look over her shoulder when he turned her over on  her hands and knees. He ran his hand under her, fingering her until she  lost the pout and rode his fingers. Leaning over her back he kissed his  way to her lips as he slipped into her body.

"Fucking amazing." She automatically arched her back and pushed back  against him, until he was balls-deep. She started rocking back and forth  on his dick, making herself feel good as he held still and let her take  what she needed.

When she sped up and keened, he knew she needed him to move, so he  pulled back and went back in, slow at first. By the fourth stroke he was  slamming into her holding his breath and waiting for her reaction to  this new loving.

She went nuts. Her head flew back and forth on her shoulders as she used  the rest of her body to fuck herself on his cock. He wished he could  stop and just watch her, but he was too caught up in her, in the way she  felt wrapped around him. All that heat and fire was his, only his.

The thought set off an avalanche, and before he could think better of it  he was pulling her head back by her hair as he pounded into her over  and over again. He reached around and fondled her clit, which only made  her wilder.         

     



 

"Angel … " Her voice sounded slightly afraid, but he calmed her with soft  words whispered in her ear, as he wrapped his arm around her middle.

"I'm right here baby, I've got you." When he came that time he knew he  was done, there was nothing left as she milked his cock through her own  massive orgasm. He wasn't surprised when she fainted on him, though it  almost gave him a heart attack.

He lifted her and carried her into the bathroom with him, running a warm  bath before stepping in and sitting with her back to him. He ran water  over her face until she came to. "Angel?"

"Yeah baby."

"Good." He laughed and kissed her cheek before reaching for the cloth to clean them both up.





Chapter 23





He took her downstairs half an hour later, after finding some cream to  ease her discomfort. He sat with her as she ate her breakfast, thinking  that she might need the extra attention after what they'd shared; the  truth was that he needed it.

He was in no hurry to lose the bond they'd just formed. He wished he  could just say fuck it and take her away somewhere, but he had to tie up  all the loose ends before they could do that. He had an idea while she  sat there playing with her butterflies, as she ate her second helping of  eggs and toast.

Taking out his phone, he called his mother who was still away with her  husband, and will be for the next two weeks. He hoped she didn't have a  heart attack when she saw it was him calling.

It was not like him to call her while she was traipsing around the  globe, he usually left the calling to her at her convenience. But he had  to share with her; besides if he didn't, she'd kill his ass.

"Stefan what's wrong who's hurt is it gramps we'll take … "

"Mom, calm down, no one's hurt I just wanted to ask you a favor."

"Anything love; whew you scared me half to death."

"I need you to plan my wedding."

"You … WHAT … wait who when where? We're coming home."

"No you're not, you're going to stay and enjoy the rest of your holiday.  I figure you can get started from over there, that's what the net is  for. Oh and mom, make sure there're lots of butterflies and chocolates."