by Kaia Bennett
"Touch me, Gabriel... please."
He smiled, relishing her supplication. He was killing himself laying mere inches away from her, making her touch all the places he wanted to caress himself.
"I told you, I want to see you make yourself come first," he scolded, shaking his head. "Did you come yet, sweetheart?"
"Please..."
The way she said that word, somewhere between a demanding growl and an imploring whimper, made a rush of warmth flood his skin. Her eyes never left his face and they continued to plead with him even though her mouth was busy sighing with pleasure. His teeth scraped against his bottom lip. He rolled over onto his stomach so he was facing her, letting his hips roll and slowly relieve some of his own tension against the bed. His fingers traced lightly over her thigh just above her knee. Her strokes started to grow more frenzied.
"Like that, Nicole?"
She nodded. "More,” she sighed. Her hair was down around her shoulders, fluttering in front of her mouth as her breathing grew more labored.
His hand curved into the contour of her smooth, toned thigh and slid up slowly, disappearing under the hem of her skirt. He stopped there, rubbing the satiny flesh with his thumb.
"How's that?"
Her eyes were blazing as she looked down on him, silently daring him to stop there. He liked that look, liked having her turned on almost to the point of anger. It was something that seemed to set her apart from the other girls he had fucked in the past. With them, subjugation was usually the end result. Even Marta, who had been feistier than most, would only beg for him to finish what he started. Nicole didn’t just want to surrender. She needed him to surrender, too. She needed him to not just take, but give, until he was breaking his own rules of the game just to watch her fall with him.
"Not good enough." She stared him down, even as she seemed to be struggling to speak the words. "I need to come, Gabriel. Please. Please make me come."
It was like she’d been saying this since the moment she met him, since the moment their hands touched and shockwaves of recognition shot through them.
"Lift your skirt," he commanded, and his voice was a quiet rumble.
She wrapped her fingers around the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to her stomach, her other hand working even faster as she revealed her pussy to his gaze, smooth brown save for the small, trimmed triangle of black hair. His hand was so large it could cup her easily; instead he placed it where her inner thigh met the outer lip of her pussy. He squeezed and released, rubbing his thumb in circles against that juncture of her thigh until she looked like she was going to lose her mind. When the side of his index finger grazed the outer lip of her throbbing sex she moaned in anticipation and let her eyes drift closed.
She was so hot and smooth. His mouth watered just remembering the taste of her tender flesh writhing and rolling under his tongue. He found out how wet and ready she was when his finger followed the curve of her outer lip and dipped into the silky petals hidden within. His finger wiggled lightly back and forth, burrowing into her slick heat. He smiled at the way her hips had already started to move against him. Her breath was coming out faster now and whimpering moans were escaping her throat as he finally used his thumb to stroke her clit.
"More," Nicole begged. She needed to be filled, to be penetrated as soon as possible. Her pussy was grasping air, seeking the friction he gave her a taste of when he slid his middle finger along her slit and circled the tip just inside her opening.
"That good enough?" His raspy voice teased her ears the way his fingers teased her skin.
"Arrggh! I fucking hate you," she growled, with desperation and laughter lacing her voice. Her hips were rocking frantically against his finger but he was slipping it in slowly anyway.
"So impatient," he teased. She groaned and dropped the hem of the skirt, using both of her hands over his large one to relieve the tension building in her. He laughed and humored her for a moment. But only a moment.
Gabriel came up to his knees. He grabbed her face in his free hand, pulling her up so that he could press his bare chest to hers. The heat of his skin alone was enough to make her start coming. His finger moved in slow waves within her and she held him in place so that she could rub her clit against his palm while he stroked her. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she rocked against him in a way that started to sate the lust blazing between her legs.
"Move your hands."
His voice was firm, edged with steel even as a sweet smile spreads his full lips. Something inside of her shivered deep down in the pit of her stomach, and she felt her juices start to drip down her thighs. Slowly she heeded his command, gasping in shock as he started to provide the friction he had been denying her. She moaned and he swallowed it down, not releasing her mouth until his fingers were sliding down the smooth column of her neck.
"Don't worry, Nic. I'll make you come." He barely gave her enough time to register his words before his fingers wrapped around her throat and he pushed her back onto the bed.
She stared up at him in surprise, her chest heaving. She reached up quickly to grab his thick wrist. He was kneeling between her legs, staring down at her while she writhed under the grip of his large hand wrapped around her throat. She was operating more on instinct than a need to move his hand. His grip on her neck was superficial, strong enough to keep her in place but light enough to let her breathe easy and let her know he wouldn't hurt her. His thumb stroked her skin almost tenderly, but she knew that if she tried to push him away, he could tighten his grip, could almost wrap his entire hand around her neck if he wanted to. It scared and exhilarated her to see his deep brown eyes staring down at her, taking in her body shivering under him. He licked his lips and then gave her a lopsided grin that made her heart pound against her chest.
"Hold your legs open for me, sweetheart.”
"Oh God," she gasped in little more than a whisper. She swallowed, struggling to steady her breathing as she hooked her hands under her thighs and lifted her legs so that her knees were tucked into her chest. She thought she might come right then and there when he slid three fingers into his mouth. She shuddered as she watched his fingers diving into his mouth, and he made sure he took his time, drawing out her agony. He pulled them out and then slowly impaled her with all three. Her breath left her in a high pitched squeak. He held them within her for a long moment, merely flexing them so that she could feel herself stretching under the thickness of those long calloused digits. She was lifting her hips into him already, her breath coming in short huffs, her eyes hooded and blinking.
And then he started to fuck her.
Gabriel couldn't get over the look of her, the way she writhed and moaned under him, the way she gasped and looked up at him almost as if she wasn’t sure what he was doing. It was a look of near confusion as the pleasure mounted within her, catching her off guard as he started to fuck her faster and faster with his fingers.
"Fuuuck...ungh...G-gabriel..."
She gasped and bucked into his hand, eyes wide and unfocused. The sound of his fingers smacking inside of her pussy was fast being lost under the sound of her wailing for him to keep going, to keep giving her the pleasure he could see intensifying as he fucked her faster.
"That's what you need. You like that, don't you?"
Her body writhed, almost as if fighting off the orgasm his fingers were summoning. Her responses were a feast for his eyes, spurring him on, rousing the beast within. She clawed at the sheets, at the hand pinning her throat to the bed. She arched and moaned and her knees started to close and tuck inwards towards her chest.
He abruptly stopped pumping. "Keep your fucking legs open." He didn't want her legs to obstruct his view of her tight little pussy stretched around his fingers. He looked down and met her confused, pleading expression with a devilish grin.
He knew how he must have looked. Part of him relished the cocktail of fear, arousal and surprise she was succumbing to. But the other part, the part that had kept this from happening with
Nicole for years was playing the referee, watching her carefully for signs that she needed to stop. She didn’t want to stop, though. She pulled her legs apart again and arched her hips into his strokes.
He could see everything, every thought, every flicker of pleasure over her face, and she couldn't turn away while he kept her pinned under his hand. All she could do was submit, descend and cry out for more as his fingers claimed her responses.
"You're starting to come, Nic. I can feel it.”
"Yes! Ohhh, Gabriel!" she wailed, hissing a breath through her teeth. Her eyes closed, those long eyelashes fluttering rapidly against her cheeks. She started to scream, panting in breaths to carry the next scream.
Then he stopped and pulled his fingers out.
"No," she keened in a near panic, eyes wide. "Don't stop! Don't – Ahhhh!"
He filled her to the hilt with his cock, his balls nuzzling against her ass and her pussy stretched to the limit. A long, shuddering scream escaped her throat at the same time he howled, "Oh God!!"
He had to still himself in those first moments as her orgasm and the tight fit of her raised legs made her clamp around his dick. He leaned down on one elbow, turning his grip on her neck around until he was cupping the back of her head and bringing her up to meet his lips. She panted his name against his mouth during the moments he wasn't slipping his tongue between her full lips. She tasted so sweet, and it was no time at all before the feel of her body shivering under his own forced him to move.
"Unnnngh!" she cried, as he pulled almost all the way out and then filled her with the first hard thrust. She abandoned her hold on her thighs for the feel of his broad shoulders, her legs wrapping around his hips to pull him tighter. Not that she could; every thrust of his hips buried him in her as far as he could go. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers and held his thick, hard shaft within her depths. She convulsed around him, gripping his hair and bringing her mouth up to his. Her tongue took command of his, all of her hunger and years worth of lust entering his mouth as she pressed him closer to her.
Gabriel groaned and shivered over her as he resumed thrusting. He barely left her wet heat as he shortened and sped up his strokes. Everything about her was so tight, her pussy gripping him, her arms and legs wrapped around him, and the power her scent had over him as he leaned into the crook of her neck and breathed her in.
"Nicole..." The sound of him moaning her name made her respond, made her pump her hips up to meet his. He thrust harder and deeper into her, relishing the feel of his cock filling her completely.
"You like the way this cock feels, little girl?" he asked shoving into her even harder. "You like the way I'm fucking you?"
"Yes. Yesss! God, you feel... so ..."
She shivered, unable to continue speaking when he rolled his hips like a wave into hers. She growled against his flesh, and he felt her teeth bite hard into the rounded muscle of his broad shoulder. Her nails scraped against the clenched muscles of his back. It spurred him on, making his lunges so hard they pushed her body up the bed. He gripped a metal rung on his headboard to keep her head from banging into it and for leverage against the insanity that would wash over him soon. He was coming, bursting from the inside out as he felt her grip him in her second orgasm.
"Let me hear you, sweetheart, let me fucking hear you!"
She did, her voice cracking under the power of her shouts for mercy, for more, as she came and her juices rushed over his cock.
It sent him over the edge. "Oh God!!! Oh fuck! Nnnnahhhh!" He hammered into her, gritting his teeth against his own orgasm, against the way her body squeezed out his release and swallowed it down.
He couldn’t believe he was getting the chance to feel her clasped around him like this, naked skin against naked skin, their bodies as bonded as they could be as he came inside her. He gulped in a breath, shuddered, and then shot the last of his seed deep inside her silky chasm. He was quaking over her, his fingertips tingling, and his entire body tensing and relaxing without his permission. The way she rolled against him, clasping and unclasping his cock within her depths felt incredible. She was so warm under his body and her curves were soft as silk against the hard planes of his bigger more muscular build. It was a nice fit against him and he let himself sink into that sensation. He let himself hold her to him, fighting off the foreboding sense that this may all be a bad idea, another mistake in a long line of mistakes.
It was easier than he thought when she breathed his name again and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist. The world faded away and only the feel of her remained.
The end of the week was approaching and in between bouts of mind-blowing sex Gabriel managed to be surprised by how little things had changed and yet how much differently he viewed her. They still talked like they always had, though now that they had more time together, one topic seemed to flow into the next with no end in sight. He tried once again, with poor results, to teach her one of her favorite songs on his guitar. She sat between his legs, leaning her back into his chest while she held the guitar and his fingers covered hers. It started out well enough, but then she would go still or hit the wrong chord with teeth-chattering results, and he would laugh against her neck while she nuzzled back against him. Obviously caught not paying attention, she’d give him an apologetic laugh and a ‘Whoopsie’ for good measure. And he would find himself kissing her before he knew what he was doing. The music lessons tended to end rather quickly.
He was realizing that although he’d always known she was funny and smart, she also possessed a ridiculous combination of cuteness and sexiness that flowed seamlessly back and forth. One minute he wanted to muss her hair, the next he wanted to lick her pussy until she was spent.
As they relaxed in bed, her sitting Indian style and him reclining on his side, she tossed Cracker Jacks in the air while he caught them with his mouth. It was her favorite snack, one of the things she and Jackie shared in common, and something her older sister was sure to yell about when she got home and found them all gone.
"Okay, okay, now me," she giggled, moving her head from side to side as she tried to anticipate where he would toss it. "I'm gonna get it this time, you watch."
"Oh, sure you will," he teased. He flicked one into the air and laughed when she over-calculated and made it bounce off her eyelid instead.
"I gave that one to you on a silver platter!" He chuckled, and shook his head. "Damn, you really can't catch."
"Whatever dude, you say that every time," she argued with a light smack to his head and laughed when he snorted and rolled his eyes. "Just admit it, your aim is for shit.”
She popped the caramel-covered kernel into her mouth, as she rolled over onto her stomach and shook the box to find the ones covered with the most caramel. He watched the adorable look of pleasure on her face when she found one, and then let his gaze travel down her back and linger where her lime green t-shirt just barely covered her ass. She kicked her legs back and forth, and the sight of those creamy brown thighs flexing and relaxing made him want to slip his fingers in between them and move those buttercream colored boy shorts aside.
"I think you should give me your toy as compensation for being such a poor shot," she challenged, rattling the box and giving him a sly grin.
Gabriel lay on his side, propped up on his elbow so his lean, tanned torso and tattoos were on display, the pointed tips of each design just barely disappearing into the black boxer briefs he was wearing. Her tongue and fingers had gotten to know those tattoos very well over the last few days, tracing them from the sharp points at the ends of his shoulder blades and around his sides to where they curved like tribal funnels to the cut of his hips. In fact she’d become acquainted with every inch of him and the demanding, relentless pace he set when he was exploring every inch of her in return. He had been torturing her for days, playing with their limits and skirting the edges of his own self control. The more she took, the more he wanted to give her. He was insatiable and now was no exception, not when he cau
ght her distractedly staring at his body.
"I'll give you a toy. Don't you worry 'bout that," he teased, pulling her out of the dirty thoughts that echoed in his words.
Her gaze shot up from the cut of his hips to the penetrating gaze surveying her. He chewed slowly, a small smile spreading across his full lips as she turned away with an embarrassed laugh.
Honestly, how cute was it that after everything they had done for the last few days she could still be so shy when he joked about laying some pipe on her? He was seriously contemplating rolling her over onto her back and spreading her legs for the fourth time that day. He felt like he could fuck her until he was raw, which was why he had used up three of his sick days this week.
"You said we were going to watch a movie, so put your toy away and hit the clicker." She grinned and chucked a piece of popcorn his way.
"Oh, c'mon!" she wailed when he caught the popcorn she had tossed on the tip of his tongue. "That is just fucking ridiculous!"
"What can I say, baby, I got skills." He flicked his tongue in a lewd way that made her giggle.
Earlier he put in a movie, but then they had gotten distracted looking for a snack in the kitchen...and then by him bending her over the couch to help build up their appetite. One very long shower later and they finally managed to make it back into the bedroom to watch the film.
He sat up and leaned back against the headboard. Tugging on her ankle, he motioned for her to come closer.