by Amelia Jade
At last she could take it no longer and spun around to face him. Locking her hands around his neck, she jumped into the air, trusting in him.
Even as she pulled herself aloft, he scooped her up and held her there, his arms under her ass, gripping tight.
“Damn this is hot,” she whispered into his ear, even as she nipped at his lobe and laid a trail of soft kisses down the practically bulging vein in his neck.
She felt his muscles tighten as she teased him, her lips a promise of what she might do to him once their clothes came off.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Gabriel replied, just as his tongue ran softly up the outside of her ear.
Stephanie shivered mightily in his arms at the touch. It wasn’t something she was used to, but it didn’t take her long to realize she enjoyed it.
“Don’t stop,” she begged when he started to pull his head away. Her fingers ran over his buzzcut and pulled him back toward her, well aware that if he chose to, he could prevent himself from doing so.
But Gabriel seemed destined to play fair—for the moment—and he resumed his prior actions, much to her delight. Although he’d yet to touch her anywhere overtly sexual, Stephanie was finding it harder and harder to simply stay there and kiss him. She wanted more. Needed more.
“Hold me,” she said, and let go of his neck.
Not that she needed to worry it would seem, because she didn’t even move. Leaning back, supported solely by his hands, she reached down and removed her shirt, giving him an eyeful of cleavage.
His lips worked, tongue flicking out over them, even as his jaw moved back and forth in anticipation while Stephanie arched her back slightly while reaching behind her. Her fingers easily found the clasp, and it came apart without hesitation, as if even her clothing wanted to be gone so that she could have Gabriel.
And so he can have me. Oh fuck, I can’t wait to have him inside of me.
The big bear shifter stared, mesmerized as she let first one side, then the other fall away, revealing her large breasts to his hungry eyes and—
“Oh,” she gasped slightly as he bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth without waiting a moment longer.
The warmth of his tongue as it gently caressed it brought her nipple to a hardened point within seconds. He paused just long enough for her to fall into the sensation, and then he kissed his way across her exposed skin to her other breast, and repeated the process.
Stephanie moaned as he did so, the pleasured noise turning into another hiss as he then blew cold air across the now-damp parts of her skin where his saliva had been placed by his kisses. The temperature drop caused her to shiver, and thus her nipples hardened even more, as if she’d been outside in the cold.
“Gabriel,” she whispered into his ear. “Why do you do this to me? You tease…”
A deep-seated growl filled his throat, the noise so low that it seemed to vibrate her skin.
“I promise, I won’t tease you forever,” he said, his words washing over her like a force unto themselves.
“You had better not,” she said sternly, then ground her hips slowly into him, feeling them press against his cock. It was slightly awkward with the height difference, but she made it work, hoping he found it seductive.
The brilliant green light in his eyes told her it was working, and he groaned deliciously from her attentions.
“You had better not tease me too much,” she admonished wickedly.
Gabriel didn’t reply. Not verbally at least. Instead, he spun her around and with a casual flick of his wrists, deposited her on the bed.
She flew through the air in surprise, falling into the covers. As she began to rebound, he was there. His hands grabbed her wrists and pushed her back onto the bed, pinning her in place as he lay atop her in a demonstration of his strength that sent a pulse of warmth between her legs.
“I intend to do just as much teasing as I want,” he growled in her ear before kissing her neck, lighting her skin on fire with his touch.
“Just remember, you reap what you s-sow,” she stuttered, as his hand slid down her side and between her legs as she spoke.
A pleased noise escaped his lips at her sudden loss of words, the sound of her talking replaced simply by whimpers of pleasurable delight as he stroked her ever so gently, somehow knowing exactly where to place his fingers, even if he did so far too delicately. She wanted him to press harder, to rub her until she exploded.
“Please,” she said, grabbing his wrist and trying to press his fingers into her.
But this time Gabriel used his innate strength to resist her, even going so far as to stop touching her entirely.
“No,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”
In response he took both of her wrists and wrapped one huge palm around them. Fingers closed tight and he placed it over her head. Now she had no unrestrained hands, while he was free to continue touching her wherever he pleased.
Gabriel started with her breasts, dragging his fingertips lightly across them, gently tugging and rolling her nipples, finding just the right pressure spots for her to enjoy.
Stephanie felt her body heating up as he teased her, aided by the sizzling heat roiling off of him. He was a veritable furnace pressed against her, and she soaked it all in, letting his mere presence arouse her, even as he once again moved his hand below her waist. Long fingers stroked the inside of one leg, and then the inside of the other. He would drag them lightly in an arch right over the top of her most sensitive spot, never quite reaching it no matter how much she moved her hips and gyrated, trying to force his fingers to make contact with her.
“Gabriel,” she moaned. “Please. I want it.”
His eyes blazed brighter. “You want what?” he asked.
“I want you to touch me,” she all but begged. “Make me cum, please. I want it…”
The powerful shifter regarded her intently. “How badly?”
She pulled her lip back in a snarl. “If you would stick your hand down my pants, you’d see just how fucking bad I want you right now.”
“I would, would I?” he asked, then sneaked in some kisses on her neck.
“Yes,” she moaned. “You would. Please.”
Instead of doing that, he sat up onto his heels and pulled her short legs from under him, until the soles of her feet pointed at the ceiling. Then, in one swift movement, he left her completely naked and exposed to his eyes. His hands. And his—
“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed as his hands slid between her feet and parted her straight legs, allowing him to bend over and place his mouth on top of her clit.
The blast of warmth as his breath washed over her was enough to send spikes of lightning through her body, igniting nerve endings, making hairs on her arms stand straight up, and forcing her eyes wide.
“I promised you I wouldn’t tease you forever,” he muttered just before his tongue flicked out and over her.
Stephanie didn’t trust herself to speak, so she just let herself fall into the moment, allowing the pleasure to rise up around her and embrace her. It was like slipping into a bubble bath. When you first dipped your toe in it was hot, but as you went in further, the hot water coated you, hugging you in its embrace.
That’s what the bliss flowing across her body was doing now; it cradled her, wrapping her up in it like a blanket or a cocoon, even as Gabriel’s tongue moved slightly faster, increasing his rhythm every few minutes as he brought her along for the ride.
It didn’t take long before she felt it approaching.
“Keep going,” she gasped, biting down hard on her thumb as another blast of unbelievable ecstasy hit her. She couldn’t keep herself fully quiet. She bit down hard, but cries and moans slipped out, bouncing off the walls and turning her on even more as she thought about anyone who might be listening.
Stephanie had never been a voyeur before, but then again, she’d never been turned on like this before either. She didn’t want anyone to watch, but the idea that they might know she was about to ha
ve the orgasm of her life was…mildly arousing.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her core shaking as muscles flexed and relaxed rapidly. “I’m so close. I’m…I—”
Two things happened at once. Her back muscles all flexed involuntarily, lifting her chest up off the bed, and a tidal wave hit her brain as she exploded. Her climax rolled over her like a tsunami, stopping for nothing as it battered her brain’s receptors with wave after pulsating wave of pleasure that knocked her senseless, unable to do anything as she writhed on the bed.
Gabriel’s tongue kept up its pace through her orgasm, and then it slowed rapidly as she finished. His timing was impeccable, as if he could read her mind.
“That…that was good,” she gasped as the ability to form words returned to her, even if her breath hadn’t just yet.
“Mmmm,” Gabriel said happily from between her legs, kissing the insides of her legs gently as his hands, hooked under her legs, ran up and down the outsides.
It was a soothing, relaxing feeling that allowed Stephanie to just sink back into the covers and relax. But try as she might, she could only think of one thing.
Her eyes flew open, having drooped closed at one point. “Oh no,” she said as Gabriel started once more. “It’s my turn now,” she said, the idea of sucking his cock and having the chance to listen to him be pleasured too much for her to resist.
Gabriel didn’t resist as she sat up and pulled on his pants until he was on his feet next to the bed.
“A real gentleman would have removed all of these already,” she teased.
He shrugged. “Maybe I just want to see you remove them. Perhaps I find being undressed by a gorgeous woman to be an undeniably sexy act.”
After thirty seconds of struggling with his belt and not replying, Stephanie glanced up at him. “Yeah? Is this what you had in mind? Am I sexy yet?” She tugged on his belt in frustration. “How the hell does this damn thing come off?”
Gabriel was doing his best to contain his laughter.
“Like this,” he said, reaching down to grasp the belt buckle, a solid piece of metal. He flipped it a little, so that the top dug into his stomach and she could easily see the bottom. “See that piece of metal? Pull that toward you.”
She did as he said, and the belt simply came undone. “Oh neat,” she said, then ignored it as she practically ripped the jeans off of him.
A growl stopped her and she looked up at him, but Gabriel shook his head. “That was sexy,” he told her, indicating the way she’d been frantically trying to get him naked, so she could wrap her hand around his cock.
Which, conveniently, was what she was now doing.
“You think so?” she asked, letting her eyes go wide as she slowly stroked him.
Gabriel nodded slowly. “Yes,” he replied in a deep, full-throated rumble.
“Oh, okay,” she said, slipping off the bed onto her knees in front of him, his cock now at eye level. “I mean,” she used the hand stroke it to pull it down until the tip of it was perhaps an inch from her lips, “I wouldn’t want,” she licked her lips, “you to think,” she leaned in until his cock was practically resting on her lips, “that I couldn’t be sexy.”
Stephanie didn’t wait for a reply, opening her mouth and running her tongue along the underside of his cock, producing a tremor in his body, a fresh rush of blood into his shaft, and a groan of delight from above her.
Keeping her eyes on him, she continued to run her tongue all over the bottom of his cock, from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip. Gabriel was staring at her, his eyes wide and alight with arousal.
“Do you like that?” she whispered as seductively as she could.
Her only reply was a bestial, primitive growl that filled the room.
“Good,” she said, and took the first two inches into her mouth, letting the warmth of it flow into him. Then, with painstaking slowness, she slid her tongue around his cock in circles, allowing him to feel every bit of it with excruciating detail.
She continued that for some time, until Gabriel lost control. A hand clamped down on the back of her head, and forced her toward him. She didn’t fight it, allowing his cock to slide down her throat as far as she could take it, until it simply didn’t fit. She wasn’t…quite…gagging on it, but her mouth simply couldn’t open any more.
After a minute of that she pulled back, strands of saliva joining her lips to the tip of his cock. “You’re too big, and I’m too small,” she said, tilting her head up to lock eyes with him once more.
Doubt clouded his vision for a moment. “Is that going to be…um, a problem?” he asked tentatively. “You know…elsewhere?”
Stephanie laughed at his sudden shyness and awkwardness.
“Do you mean, are you going to fit?”
He nodded.
She shrugged, rising from her feet. “I don’t know. Only one way to find out, right?” she asked, falling back onto the bed as he moved over the top of her.
“Just tell me to stop,” he whispered in her ear as he positioned himself between her legs.
“I will,” she promised, then pulled his face to hers so that she could kiss him, even as his hips thrust forward slightly, penetrating her for the very first time.
“Oh Gabriel,” she gasped.
It had been a long, long time since she’d been with a man. And none of them had been like him, either physically or in the connection they seemed to share. So when he first entered her, Stephanie forgot where she was for a long moment. The overwhelming sensation of fullness was slowly washing over her. But it wasn’t, quite, there.
Reaching her hands around his back, she pulled gently—very gently—on his waist. In response Gabriel slid another length of his cock inside of her, pausing to allow her to adjust to his girth.
“Damn,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re so tight, Stephanie. It feels so good.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “You feel so fucking good inside me. Like…like it was meant for you, oh fuck.”
The last bit came out as another half inch entered. Or inch, or two, she had no idea anymore, she was so lost in the ecstasy of the mating that she didn’t keep track. Time seemed to blur together, and the next thing she knew, he was thrusting slowly in and out of her, his hips coming all the way forward until they met hers. Somehow, someway, she was taking his entire cock.
That realization triggered a tightening within her, and she shivered, almost going over the edge right then and there, simply from him being inside of her.
“Fuck,” Gabriel hissed. “It’s so tight. I’m having a hard time…”
“Not yet,” she begged. “I’m so close.”
He nodded, and she felt him try and relax. His hips never stopped moving in and out of her, but she could tell that neither of them were going to be able to last for very long. That was fine with her; she was already having the best sex of her life.
Her nails were digging into the muscles on his back, and for the first time, she became aware of the fact that he was still wearing his shirt.
“What the fuck is this?” she asked with a laugh. “Get this thing off. I want to see those sexy muscles of yours, mister.”
Gabriel, thankful for the diversion, sat back on his haunches. His cock still buried deep within her, he slowly stripped off his skintight white T-shirt for her. The ripple of his abs as he raised his arms over his head was deliciously mesmerizing, but her attention was taken away to his biceps, and his forearms.
Oh, those forearms. I need to get him into a rolled-up dress shirt ASAP. Just looking at those is making me wet. Fuck, he’s so sexy, how the hell did he end up with me?
She didn’t have an answer to that question, but with his magnificent cock buried deep within her, Stephanie could honestly say she didn’t care right then.
“I want you to go a little harder,” she whispered as he bent back over her, his pillar-like arms on either side of her head, giving her a solid place to grip as she wrapped her hands around those yummy forearms she�
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“This isn’t my normal,” he admitted to her, “but if I do that, I’m going to cum really quickly.”
“Good,” she replied, urging him along by thrusting her hips at him as best she could. “So am I.”
That seemed to light the fire in Gabriel, and he began to do as she’d asked, thrusting harder, and faster, into her. Trembling overtook her core within seconds, and after a minute of the faster pace she was rapidly approaching another body-numbing orgasm.
“I want you to cum,” she told him, her eyes wide and focused on his. “Please,” she said, knowing she was nearly there. “I’m so close. I—”
She lost control, a loud cry of pleasure ripping from her throat as she felt herself release. Her walls were the first to go, tightening and releasing around his shaft with a rapidity that stunned her.
A finger ran itself over her clit very briefly, causing her to shake violently. A rush of warmth flooded between her legs, and then, through the bright-white haze of her orgasm, she heard Gabriel reach his peak.
His groan was nearly a full-throated roar, and he pulled his cock from within her just as he started to cum. A thick, white-hot rope of cum shot across her belly and splashed her nipple. Another one followed it, and another. Gabriel was fully consumed by his own orgasm as he jerked his cock while she watched. None of them reached past her breasts, but her nipples to her stomach quickly became drenched in his seed, an act of marking that enhanced her own climax in a way she’d never experienced before.
It felt…hot, to be treated like that, to have a guy leave his mark on her. Stephanie had never had someone do that to her before, but she knew now she wanted it again.
And soon.
She lay back into the covers, eyes slowly shutting as Gabriel pushed himself off of her. When he didn’t lie down next to her a moment later, she opened her eyes. He was gone.
“Gabriel?” she called.
He emerged from the washroom with a towel. “Yes?”
“What’s that f—oh,” She stopped speaking as he gently began to wipe her clean, removing his mess from her with strong, efficient movements.