But with his delicious weight on her back, he was still calling the shots. She cleared her throat.
With a chuckle, Derek eased off her and she flipped over onto her back. His heavy-lidded gaze met hers.
She let out a contented purr, letting him know she’d enjoyed it. “But it wasn’t enough.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he said through gritted teeth.
She grinned and decided turnabout was fair play. Through the thin cotton briefs, she cupped his erection in the palm of her hand, sliding up and down his length, pausing only to circle her finger over the damp head.
He leaned back and let out a low groan.
Pain? Pleasure? A mix, she supposed, enjoying watching the play of expressions cross his handsome face.
Her own body was ready again. Dampness pooled between her thighs and her nipples were puckered into hardened peaks. The pulsing had started yet again, as she anticipated finally having him inside her. But she wasn’t ready to give up feeling his strength and power pulsing inside her hand.
Wanting to give him just a taste of the sensual torture he’d inflicted on her, she bent down and flicked her tongue over his cotton briefs. She aimed for the tip of his erection and tasted his salty essence through the cotton barrier.
“Mmm.” She hadn’t let go of his rigid length, nor did she stop at one taste.
His hips jerked upward and his body shook. “That’s it,” he ground out.
Gabrielle smiled, pleased she was still able to make him as crazy as he made her. So many things hadn’t changed. They’d gotten even better with age, she thought as she sat up, meeting his gaze.
Derek couldn’t hold out another minute. If she kept up the pressure, he’d come in her hand.
He was finished waiting and thankfully so was she. He pulled her into his arms at the same time she reached for him.
She came warm and pliant, molding against him and making the thin fabric separating them a mere nuisance. He pulled one of the straps over her shoulder and trailed damp kisses down her neck, over the scented skin on her shoulders and arms, before she helped him by wriggling her upper body out of the sexy garment. From there it was easy for her to lift her hips and, with his help, slip off the negligee completely.
He sucked in a shallow breath, stunned at how her body had changed. Either that or his memory had failed him. She was curvier than he remembered, her breasts lush and full. His gaze traveled over her silken flesh to the small triangle of hair between her thighs.
She didn’t cover herself in embarrassment but let him drink in the sight of her.
“When is it going to be my turn to look?” she asked, a sultry glint in her eyes.
He’d be happy to release himself from the confining boxers. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Now sounds good.” She slid her fingers beneath the elastic waist and began to ease them over his hips.
He helped and soon she was the one staring.
“Keep looking at me like that and it’ll be over before it begins.” He didn’t know how he’d held on this far. But giving her pleasure, while holding back his own, had let him feel her orgasm rush through her. It was an incredible sensation, feeling her release, while still surrounded by her warm body and delicious scent. He hadn’t been able to resist savoring every moment of it.
She backed up to the top of the bed and beckoned to him with a crook of her finger, her eyes gleaming with delight.
At last he joined her. He ripped the foil open. She took the condom back and together they rolled it over his hard length.
Protected and more than ready, he came down on top of her, hard and fast. Her skin was warm, her body soft, so opposite of his.
Finesse went by the wayside. He slid his hand through her slick, dewy folds, finding her damp and ready. Her hips twitched and her body trembled as he parted her and pushed hard and fast inside. He found himself cushioned in unbelievable warmth and he exhaled a slow groan, unable to hold back the sound. It wasn’t the physical sensations that floored him, but the rampaging feelings he couldn’t control. Connected with her, body to body, his heart swelled with deep emotion that shook him to his core.
And when he met her gaze, it was obvious in her eyes and her expression she felt the same.
She shifted beneath him, and the subtle change in position made him catch his breath. He began to move, sliding out, then in again. She synchronized her rhythm to his, as if they’d never been apart, as if they’d made love just yesterday.
The old bed creaked beneath them and Gabrielle laughed. “I hope nobody’s going to complain to Mrs. Rhodes. She’ll never look at me the same way again.” Amusement bubbled in her voice and she grinned.
He propped himself up with his hands and placed a long, lingering kiss on her lips. One she answered by locking her arms around his neck and kissing him back. Once again, their bodies began to move in unison. He didn’t remember starting up again, but everything with Gabrielle came instinctually.