Aubrey
As Gabe climbedfrom my bed and disappeared into the living room, my body sought to follow as if being pulled by some magnetic force. My head had gone fuzzy, and my body still floated from the way he’d played with my breasts, which throbbed where my nipples pinched tight, begging for some sort of pressure to relieve them.
I wanted his mouth back, giving that perfect warm suction as his tongue soothed the sensitive nerves. It was almost enough to make me forget my cramps. The ache had shifted into something different, my pussy swollen and wet with arousal as much as PMS.
When he came back, it was with a gym towel in hand. He crawled with it onto the bed, dropping a quick kiss on each breast before pulling my comforter the rest of the way down.
“Lift your hips,” he instructed, voice soft.
I did as he said, admiring his broad frame and strong jaw, his clear blue eyes sincere in their focus.
He spread the towel across the bed beneath me, careful to lay it flat.
“What are you doing?” I asked, lowering my hips as he removed his shirt. My gaze danced over smooth skin and tight muscles.
“I want to make you feel good,” he said. He pulled a condom from his shorts pocket and tossed it on the bed.
“With sex?” I asked, going breathless. My pulse pounded between my legs, the ache in my belly building.
Never in the three years of being with Patrick had the possibility crossed my mind to ask for period sex. Not even because it would have made him uncomfortable, which it absolutely would have. But because it wouldn’t have helped me feel any better. It would have done the opposite, ratcheting up my nerves toward sex with insecurities around my bloated body and the potential mess.
“If you’re up for it,” Gabe replied. His deep voice stroked me like a touch.
Gabe wasn’t Patrick. My bloated belly and disastrous hair hadn’t once crossed my mind as he’d removed my sweatshirt under his caring gaze. Neither had what he might think of me. I’d been too focused on how good he made me feel.
“Okay,” I answered.
He knelt over me again, dropping open-mouthed kisses to my breasts and stomach as he hooked the waistband of my period panties. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, the short golden strands nearly brown in the fading light.
Cool air touched the wetness between my legs, but the embarrassment that tried to surface failed to break through the blanket of tenderness Gabe had placed around me with his reverent kisses and careful touches.
He didn’t seem to care about the blood. Not when he was stripping off his own pants with a fierceness in his eyes that warmed me like a lit burner as he took me in on the bed. His cock stood tall and hard, making my sex throb as I parted my legs in anticipation.
He rolled on the condom and settled between my legs, then sucked on my breasts, making me moan with each swirl of his tongue. I drove up my hips, seeking his erection as the pressure below my belly became almost too much to bear.
“Gabe,” I moaned.
“I got you, baby. Hold on.”
He notched himself at my entrance and eased inside, sliding deep with the slowest of strokes, my period slicking the way. The muscles in his neck strained as he groaned. “Fuck.”
The fullness was immediate relief. I tossed my head into my pillow as my body squeezed him tight, and like when he played with my breasts, the sharp ache from my cramps swelled into an overflowing pleasure.
With small, slow grinding movements, he worked me over, stroking my clit with his thumb as he held me on his cock. It was like he was massaging me from within, seeking out the source of my cramps and soothing them over with each gentle stroke.
In an instant, an orgasm rolled over me, seeping tension from my body as my inner muscles clamped around him again and again like my vagina was trying to keep him from ever leaving.
He kept grinding, his rhythm steady, letting me have him for as long as I needed, his eyes determined as my body let go. I almost couldn’t breathe, the orgasm going on and on. It was sweeter than any pleasure I’d felt, wringing out the pain of my cramps, the new ache good enough to cry.
Finally, the wave broke, and my muscles went limp. My head rolled to the side, my arms and legs bags of grain too heavy to lift.
Gabe’s hips grew still, but he stayed inside me, letting me settle. He dropped to his forearms, softly sucking on my breasts, so perfect I could fall asleep.
I didn’t realize my eyes had closed until his breath grazed my ear. “Be right back,” he whispered and slowly pulled out.
I listened to him leave the room, my heart rate slowing. When his footsteps returned, I opened my eyes. He sauntered toward the bed, fully naked, a wet washcloth in hand, his cock still hard, though the bloody condom was gone.
Kneeling between my legs, he cleaned me gently with the warm cloth.
