She trembled, suddenly wanting to rip his clothes off and feel every scorching part of his body. Her hands tugged at his shirt as his mouth came up to hers, lapping at her lips. She latched onto his mouth, sucking his tongue deeper into her warmth, hungry and starved for him in a way she could not comprehend. His fingers brushed over her hands as he pulled away, grabbed his shirt and yanked it off, and then quickly worked to remove his trousers.
She didn’t have time to see him, for the instant he was naked, his bare flesh was flattened to her own, her nipples knowing the little hairs on his chest, his throbbing sex tightly pressing against hers. She undulated against him, coaxing him to take her hot, wanton body.
His hands squeezed her ass, holding her still as he ground his rigid length into her pelvis, his lips skimming up her jaw and to her ear.
“Let me eat you,” he said roughly. “I’m starved for a taste of you.”
He was between her thighs in a second, draping her legs over his shoulders, bracing her back against the wall.
His fingers pried through the little hairs, opening her lips to him, making her gasp when he bent his head and used his tongue to eat her.
She screamed and sank her fingers in his hair, hearing the loud echo of her cries come back to her as his tongue drifted lower and speared into her pussy, his fingers keeping her wide open.
His hungered groan caressed her sex muscles as he drew her cream into his mouth, and he seemed to savor each lick, each taste, each whimper he coaxed out of her.
She rolled her hips against his face but found no comfort, only more ache, more desperation, and more need to be stroked there.
Disentwining her legs from his shoulders, he came up, cupping the back of her knees and guiding her legs around him.
“Take me inside you.” Gabriel’s head dipped, his mouth open, moving down her neck as he twirled his tongue over her skin. His hands gripped the sides of her thighs, holding her legs around him as he pressed the head of his shaft to her cleft.
She gripped him by the hair and pulled him back to meet her gaze. “I want you in my mouth…”
“Later.” He nipped her lower lip. “Fuck me now. Milk me. Now.”
His hips pushed, and she gasped, his penetration fast and complete as his cock lodged itself deeply in her sheath. Her head fell forward, and she latched her teeth onto the skin between his neck and shoulder. She bit him, her hands spreading on his back before she dug her nails into his flesh.
“Gabriel.”
“I said fuck me,” he told her. “You wanted my body. You have it. Now fuck me.”
He clutched her face with his hands and forced her head back, his thumbs pressing her lower lip, pulling it open before he lowered his mouth to hers.
She moaned into his mouth, welcoming the plundering thrusts of his tongue. He took his fill and drew back to look at her, dipping his thumb inside her mouth. She sucked on it, ran her tongue along the salty pad while she pushed her hips against his. His penis pulsed inside her, thick and long and powerful.
Stella rode him, gliding her hands along his shoulders, down to the muscled pecs and the tiny dots of his nipples.
He hissed when she rubbed the tiny peaks under her thumbs, and he began to fuck her in earnest, a harsh, rampant pounding of his hips that made her head bob and her cries tear from her chest. She felt the pinnacle in her womb, closed her eyes, and focused on taking him in, taking him deeper, clenching around him and squeezing him until he exploded inside her. He arched his neck with a roar, plunging up to the brim. His dick pulsated inside her, blasting a string of warm semen and flooding her with her own release. She clutched him when it came, her eyes blinded but open, her lips parting in a mute cry as her body shuddered.
Undone, she sagged against him, breathing hard. Gabriel held her for a minute, then pulled back to look at her, a spark of yearning flickering in his eyes before he groaned and pulled away, avoiding her gaze.
Stella froze, startled by his abrupt leaving, her stomach suddenly caving in on itself as she stared at his broad back.
“Is something wrong?” she asked with a tinge of dread.
His head turned, only partway, but she could make out his profile, and he appeared devastated.
She reached out to touch his shoulder, settling her hand on top of it. “I don’t understand.”
He stared off into the darkness. “I’ve just damned myself to a lifetime of hell.”
The words were a puzzle to her, but felt like daggers to her heart. Why would he have damned himself to hell because of sharing this moment with her? Stella thought it had been wonderful, the best thing to happen in her boring, uneventful life.
As if he read her thoughts, he turned to face her, and for the first time ever, she thought he looked vulnerable. Neither his size, nor the
empowering, palpable strength in him could conceal the hurt in his face, in the depths of his eyes. “She’s not coming back now.”
And as she heard those words, it finally dawned on her.