She gently gyrated on my lap. “You look like you want to eat me. You look rugged. Your pupils have dilated.”
“And my cock is hard, Gabriella.”
She smiled. “Maybe I need to attend to that first.” She gently stood and parted my legs. She lowered to her knees while I unfastened my jeans and raised my hips so she could pull them down a little. My cock sprang free.
“I love the taste of you,” she murmured as she closed her mouth on it.
I rested my head back, and my arms on the back of the sofa while she licked, sucked, massaged, and let me fuck her mouth. I moaned at the warmth of her tongue against the head of my cock, of the wetness of her mouth and the strength of her suck. When I thought I was about to come, I pulled her head. She wasn’t letting go.
“I’m going to come, Gabriella,” I said, breathlessly. She sucked harder.
She swallowed as quickly as she could. A little of my cum seeped from her lips rolling back down my cock. When I was done, she licked me clean.
“Jesus,” I said. My heart hammered in my chest and she continued to stroke my balls while I regulated my breathing.
“Fuck me, Alex,” she whispered.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I stood abruptly and she fell back on her heels. I stripped while she looked up at me and then I held out my hands. She took them and I pulled her to her feet. I unbuttoned her shirt, sliding it from her shoulders then unzipped her trousers letting them fall to her feet. She stood in a white lace bra and matching panties. I reached around and unclasped the bra. Before she could reach the waistband of her panties to lower them, I grabbed the material at the front and ripped a hole. I stuck two fingers into her pussy while she still stood.
I grabbed her thigh and she placed her foot on the sofa, I angled my body slightly sideways so I could finger her hard. She was so wet and slick, and I could smell her arousal. I removed my fingers and wiped them over her nipples, then lowered my head and sucked, biting down and holding the sensitive nub between my teeth. She gripped my hair, pulling and scratching at my skin.
She moaned when I released her. “Alex,” she whispered.
I turned her away from me and then I sat. With her back to my chest, I lowered her. She felt underneath herself and grabbed my cock, before positioning it at her entrance, stroking herself with it. I kissed her back, nipping at her skin until she lowered, and I was inside her. At first we were both still. Her legs were astride mine and she placed her palms on my thighs. Then she moved, rising and lowering herself slowly, too slowly for me. She gripped my knees and leaned forwards. My cock gently stroked her walls. The next time she rose, I mirrored her actions and when she began to lower herself I slammed into her. She gasped and I rose and fell in time with her.
Skin slapped on skin, gasps and moans could be heard from us both. I called out her name, twisting her hair in my hands and forcing her head up. I gripped her hip, mindful still of her bruising, and dug my fingers into her skin. It just wasn’t enough.
“Stand up, Gabriella,” I said, forcefully. She stilled for a moment, her breathing erratic. She moved from my lap and I watched my wet cock slide from her pussy, strands of her arousal connecting us still.
“I need to see your face,” I said. I took her hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom.
I gently pushed her to the bed, and I climbed on, crawling up her body.
“You want vanilla, my Lord?” she said, licking her lips.
“For now,” I replied.
Without another word, I pushed into her. She wrapped her legs around mine and I held myself above her. She didn’t close her eyes at all. She looked at me all the while I looked at her. She sighed and moaned, she writhed with pleasure. She parted her lips and I lowered my face to kiss her.
I did something I hadn’t done, ever. I made love to her.
After that, I fucked her twice more.
Chapter Ten
I woke and looked at Gabriella. She was lying naked next to me, her hair fanned around her face. She looked serene. She slept with a gentle smile on her lips and I hoped whatever happy dreams she was having, they featured me.
I slid from the bed in need of a cold drink and walked naked down to the kitchen. I retrieved my phone and our clothes from the living room and left them on the kitchen floor. I was sure I’d find the laundry somewhere.
I opened the fridge and retrieved a bottle of water. The cool air caused my skin to pimple. I took two long swigs of the cold liquid before taking a breath. I shut the fridge door and waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness again.
I thought about what I’d done. I highly doubted Gabriella understood the significance but I’d never made love to someone before. I loved her, I knew that, but I wasn’t about to accept it. I pushed the thought and feelings down. She mentioned how fine she was in her home, how much she loved it and how nice it was to have her own space, or was that me reading between the lines? We danced around subjects, but then the relationship, whatever it was, was still new. Perhaps I was expecting too much.
I took another swig of water and then carried the bottle back to the bedroom.
She mumbled as I climbed in and I gently kissed her lips.
“Cold,” she said without opening her eyes.
