I moan my assent as his hand finds my nipple, toying with it beneath the lace of my bra. Gabriel grunts as he swings my legs up around his hips and carries me back to his bedroom.
We tear off each other’s clothes and spend the next three hours making love. And just like that, my world is right again.
Chapter Twelve
Victoria
The next morning I wake to find the space next to me empty again. I’m just about to groan with frustration when Gabriel peeks his head around the door.
“Good morning baby,” he says mischievously.
“What are you up to?” I mutter. “Come back to bed.”
“What do you mean?” he laughs, walking towards me slowly. “Can’t a guy just say good morning to his beautiful girlfriend?”
My face softens at his words. “Don’t try to schmooze me, Maddox, I know you’re up to something. Now spill the beans.”
“I’m not up to anything.” He grins. “I’m just happy. I shouldn’t have let everything get to me the way it did.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” I admonish. “And you should have just talked to me, instead of going all weird on me.”
“Duly noted,” he says, leaning in for a kiss. “I’m still learning how to navigate all of this relationship stuff.”
Out the corner of my eye, I glance at the clock to see how much time we have, trying not to be too obvious but failing miserably. I grin at Gabriel as he pulls away, his expression mirroring my own.
“I took the day off.” He brushes his fingers along my collarbone, sending shivers throughout my body.
“Really? You mean I get you all to myself for the whole day?”
“Almost,” he says. “You’ll have to share me for a while tonight.”
“What do you mean?” I pout.
“We have a cocktail thing,” he says.
I blink my eyes a couple times, waiting for further explanation, but he doesn’t give it. I know by the smile on his face, it’s worthless to try to pursue the issue further. And at that moment, I don’t really care, because I have something else on my mind. I get up and saunter out of the bedroom naked without a glance back.
“Where are you going?” Gabriel calls out.
“Guess you’ll find out,” I call back over my shoulder as I round the entrance to the sex room.
I kneel on the floor and wait several minutes before Gabriel finally appears. I’m nervous, but I want to try this again. I want to give us what we both need. When he stands in silence in front of me for several minutes, I try to swallow the lump in my throat. I’m not sure how he’s going to react this time.
He walks across the room and takes a seat in the highback chair, looking very much like a King. He leans back and spreads his legs before looking at me expectantly.
“Crawl to me,” he says in a soft, seductive tone.
My nipples tighten and my core clenches as I crawl to him on all fours, never taking my eyes from his. There’s no mistaking the desire as his molten blue irises rake over me, his nostrils flaring when I kneel before him.
“Take out my cock,” he rasps.
I unzip his jeans, rubbing my palm along the thin cotton barrier to his engorged member. His eyes grow hooded as he watches me tease and test him, the heat of his arousal searing into my hand. His fingers tangle through my hair, giving it a tug while he scowls at me.
“Take out my cock, Victoria.”
Instead of feeling admonished, I grin at the dominance that I’ve been craving. Gabriel smirks at me as I free his impressive cock, stroking it in my hand.
“Good girl,” he hisses. “That’s good. Now suck it.”
I swirl my tongue around the fat head, sucking the pre-come onto my tongue and savoring his taste. Gabriel groans and grabs my head, rocking his hips forward to greet my mouth.
I grasp his thighs and hold on as he lets all of the tension that’s been boiling inside of him release itself. His thickness fills my mouth with every thrust, giving me the roughness that I need as he loses himself in the motions.
His entire body tenses, and I suck harder, wrapping my palm around the base and working him into a frenzy. He comes with an agonized growl, pouring his release down my throat as he strokes my hair affectionately.