He sighed. “I can’t stay mad at you, babe. Even the things you do that drive me crazy—like worry about Clive—you’re acting with a moral purpose and a higher level of selflessness than I’m even remotely capabl
e of. So even when I’m mad at you, I admire you.”
“So?”
“So go wait for me. Before you’re carted off to prison, we’ll have more make-up sex and call it good.”
Memories of the previous night flooded through me, making my skin hot. “Aren’t you coming?”
He nodded. “In a second. I just have to make a quick call.”
I decided to put my own phone call to the police off for a little bit—he promised we’d be quick. And dirty. My body thrummed in anticipation of what that meant as I went to his room and waited for him, taking my clothes off, shaking my hair out so it was loose over my shoulders. Then, in a final act of contrition, I got onto my knees in the middle of the floor.
He came in a minute later, already undoing his belt. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. “What are you doing, Lauren?”
I looked at him, mustering all the bravery I had. “I’m asking you to forgive me. Fully.”
“I forgive you. Fully.” His voice was hoarse.
Still, I didn’t get up. He unbuttoned his shirt and stripped off all his clothes, all while watching me with hooded eyes. “Why are you still on your knees?”
I looked at him in his naked magnificence—at his cock, thick and erect, filled with the promise of unending pleasure.
“I’m giving myself to you. I’m yours.”
Gabe smiled, then got on the ground, on his knees, facing me. “I thought we’d already established that.”
I swallowed hard. “I’m going to try to stop fighting you so much.”
“Ah, I see. You’re submitting to me.”
I nodded, my cheeks burning hot.
“The thing is, babe, I don’t believe you. You’re not the submitting kind.” He palmed my breast, rubbing my nipple beneath his fingers until it beaded. He leaned forward and took it into his mouth, licking and sucking. He trailed his fingers down my body, making me tingle. He ran his thumb along my slit, tracing the wetness there, then rubbed my clit, captivating me with an onslaught of sensations that put me completely under his spell.
“That’s not going to stop me from enjoying that hot little body of yours, though.” He rose up and fisted my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me in for a deep, luxurious kiss. All my senses were in overdrive as he surrounded me. The taste of his lips. His masculine scent. The feel of his hands on me, in my hair. The sound of my own moans as he kissed me. The sight of our naked bodies facing each other.
I committed the moment to memory, even as I lost myself in it.
He grunted, picking me up by the hips and positioning me directly over his cock. He eased me down onto his erection, inch by inch. I cried out as he filled me so, so deeply.
My body stretched to accommodate his as we stayed like that for a moment. Gabe was still, letting me adjust to the position. Holy wow.
He kissed me again and simultaneously lifted my hips, only to bring me down again, slow and hard. He filled me so deeply that it shocked me and pleasured me to my core. “Gabe,” I moaned, “Oh…oh.”
He grinned wickedly. “You like that?”
“I…I like that,” I panted.
He lifted me and purposefully slid me down on his length again and again. I moaned, throwing my head back in absolute ecstasy. I liked feeling him so deep. I felt as if he owned me, possessed me. I adjusted my legs so that my feet were flat on the floor on either side of him. I threw my arms around his neck. Then, I started to rock myself up and down on him, picking up speed. Fucking him. Being fucked.
Gabe kissed my neck hotly, pressing his face against me there. I could feel the sweat of our bodies mingling. He flexed his hips, deepening the impact, burying himself in me, sending waves of intense pleasure ripping through me.
“I want you to come in me like this,” I breathed raggedly, so close to my own release. “I want to feel you.”
“See?” Gabe asked, his voice wicked. “You’re already telling me what to do.” He slammed into me again, and then reached for my clit… I saw stars as he rubbed me and continued to fuck me. He grunted as his thrusts got more urgent and he exploded hotly into me. I clenched around him, my body greedily squeezing him, accepting everything he had to give. I screamed his name.
I wasn’t even close to finished making up with him. I could do this all day, every day, for the rest of my life.