My orgasm comes out of nowhere. I mean, not nowhere. I think it was coming on this whole time, but when it hits, I think I literally jump straight out of my skin and rocket somewhere up near Saturn. Yup, I can see the rings, and I can see a whole bunch of crazy lights too. Stars? Nebulas? The sun? Oh, hello, other planets. Are those spaceships?
It takes me a minute to come crashing back into myself. I melt into the mattress like an overcooked noodle—all squishy and nasty and impossible to get on a fork.
“Ohmygodthatwasfreakingincredible,” I slur.
Gabriel stares up at me. “Do you want to keep going?”
“What do you mean, do I want to keep going? Yes! Yes, I want to keep going! If you do…I’m assuming you do. But if you don’t…”
“I do. That was sexy as hell, watching you come. I’d like to do it again if it’s okay with you.”
“Argh!” I have an urge to throw the quilt over myself and hide. “You watched me? God. I probably made weird faces.”
“Not weird faces. Sexy faces.”
“Well, I…I get to watch you too then. Make faces. So we’re even.”
Gabriel grins at me. “You know what? That sounds like a fair deal. Now.” He stands slowly. “How do you want to do this?”
“You mean, like…no way. I’m not exactly into back door deals.”
“I meant what position,” he responds dryly.
“Oh.” Oh my fucking god. Could it get any more mortifying than implying he was talking about, well, you know…back door deals? “Uh, I…well…” I imagine all the many different positions I’d like to try. It makes me sad to think we only have one night. I’m starting to think one night isn’t enough. That a whole bunch of nights isn’t enough. No, not because I’m boneless from the world’s best orgasm. But because…because…well, just because. “On top?” I blurt, to keep myself from thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking about.
“You or me?”
“Uh—”
“That was a stupid question. Definitely you.”
Gabriel wraps his hands in my dress and tugs gently, pulling it down my waist and legs. I’m still too boneless to get myself in order, but I shouldn’t worry about things like actual bones or coordination because he flops down on the bed beside me and effortlessly picks me up and rolls me onto him. I straddle his still clothed waist.
Dear lord, why is he still wearing pants, and how fast can I get those off?
“Yup,” Gabriel sighs in contentment. “You on top is definitely the way to go.”
CHAPTER 17
Gabriel
I’d trade letting Pearl watch me make embarrassing O faces for this view any day. She’s so beautiful that it’s hard to breathe. Or maybe it’s because she’s kind of half sitting on my chest. I can tell she’s nervous, but she takes a steadying breath and shifts down enough that she can start working at my pants. Right, my cock isn’t even out of my pants yet, and I already feel like I could come at any second.
I have Pearl’s delicious pearl to thank for that. And she was exquisite. I can still taste her spicy musk on my lips and fuck if even thinking about it doesn’t make my balls want to explode.
“Holy. Shit. Wow. What. The. Fuck. Is. That?”
I glance down. As if I didn’t already know what Pearl was referring to. “Umm, that would be my dick.”
She’s ripped my pants and boxers down, and she’s got my dick in her hand. She’s staring at it. Maybe not in a good way. “I know it’s your dick, but what’s wrong with it?”
“I…nothing?” Now I’m having serious doubts, and having serious doubts when it comes to your cock is never a good thing.
“It’s huge. Why is it so big? It’s going to hurt. Or feel really good. Err…maybe both? God. I’m sorry.” She finally looks up at my face instead of my cockhead. “Sorry. Yeah, I shouldn’t have said that out loud. That was probably really rude.”
“I think it’s kind of a compliment. Maybe. If you’re having second thoughts—”
“No! I just…maybe we should go slow? Ease it in?”
At the thought of being eased into Pearl’s tight lady parts, my dick flexes so hard in her hand that her lips part a fraction in surprise. “Yes, we’ll go slow,” I grind out between actual gritted teeth. “I’ll be careful.”
“Should we…uh…I don’t have a condom. Do you want to use a condom?”
“I don’t have one. So if you don’t have one, and we both don’t have one, unless you’re on birth control, I guess we might have to rethink this.”
“I am on birth control,” Pearl says. “Rethink it how, though? There aren’t any stores open right now. It’s not like we have a corner store here that we can just run to. What were you going to use? Plastic wrap? A sandwich baggie?”