Exquisite—Flawless—Resplendent—were better. But just barely.
“I don’t even have words for you right now.”
She smiled as she took her last step and put her hand in mine. I pulled her into my body and took her mouth, going deep this time, my tongue desperate to be in her. I slid my hands down to cup the curves of her arse and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and gripped me tightly. My straining cock pressed in right between her legs, our bodies interlocking perfectly. She thrust against the ridge of my erection as I held her up. I groaned right into her mouth. She did the same, her hands buried deep into my hair, as she seemed inclined to do whenever I kissed her. We ground against each other, battling tongues in a desperate attempt to merge our bodies. I wanted inside her as much as she wanted me in her. The knowledge fueled me. This was no timid inexperienced girl in my arms. She was a woman well aware of what she wanted. Thank the fuckin’ gods.
Somehow—I have no idea how—I walked us to the bed, managed to set her on the edge of it, and backed up a few steps. My cock pounded to get to her, but there was other territory to claim on her first before my cock got into the action.
“Arms up over your head. Feet apart. Knees together. And don’t take your eyes off me.”
She did all of that for me, arranging herself elegantly—waiting—her seductive eyes watching my every move. She appeared to hold no insecurity in her nakedness at all, which was a nuclear hot turn-on for me. Here, in this room, she was a sensual goddess completely at ease in her skin, allowing me to take control of the pleasure for the both of us. This. This is the woman I met at the gallery.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Gabrielle. So goddamn sexy right now. I want to give you something. What can I do for you?”
She told me without a trace of hesitation. “I want you naked. I want to see you. You can strip down for me.”
Fuck yeeeees. A woman who knows what she wants and knows how to ask for it.
I gave it to her. I did it a helluva lot faster than she had done it, my execution ridiculously sloppy. The Brunello Cucinelli jacket I’d worn for the wedding probably screeched in horrified protest as I wrenched it off my back with the sleeves inside out before flinging it carelessly to the floor. Jackets costing fifteen hundred quid didn’t concern me in the slightest right now. Cost was immaterial when I was giving her something she wanted, something she’d asked of me.
Her eyes flared wide and her eyebrows went up when I dropped my shorts and she got the full-frontal Ivan in ready position. Did excellent things for my ego, too. I knew I had a big cock, but what was more important than the size was that I knew well how to use it. She had nothing to worry about.
When she licked her lips deliberately, looking wistfully at my tackle for a moment before tearing her eyes away to give me a sultry little grin, I knew she wasn’t intimidated by the size of my cock at all. I might be the one who needed to worry.
Fuck me into next Friday, where had she been all my life? I’d found the woman of my every wet-dream fantasy come true right here.
“You’re beautiful, Ivan. A beautiful man,” she said clearly. Her eyes held onto mine as I’d told her to earlier, but I was the one finding it difficult to keep to my own
rule. Her praise got to me, made it difficult not to look away, but that would’ve been a travesty if I’d done it because she wasn’t finished with her tantalizing sex show.
I watched as Gabrielle boldly slid her spectacular arse backward up my bed, stretched out her magnificent long legs, and propped herself into a reclining position resting on her elbows.
A mischievous come-hither look in my direction. The slow circling of an ankle. The sexy roll of a shoulder. A soft laugh.
I knew what she was going to do and I held my breath waiting for it.
One knee bent. And then the other. Right foot planted to the side. And then the left.
She gave it all up for my private viewing pleasure.
And it was indeed my pleasure.
Her pussy…became my total delicious pleasure. Bare and smooth. Dark pink petals wet with arousal waiting for me to give them a kiss.
If my heart didn’t give out and kill me before I could claim it.
I had my face between her thighs licking at the folds of her pussy until they opened up under my tongue and I could get to her clit - that tiny pleasure centre to which I’d be devoting some special attentions to tonight. Fortunately for me.
I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her cunt. The taste, the sight, or the feel of what I had up against my mouth.
She rocked her hips into a rhythm in perfect step with what I was doing, building her closer to her peak with every flick of my tongue. I needed to feel her coming under my mouth first. We could fuck afterward. We were going to be at this for a while and there was no rush. I don’t know why I needed it in that order, but I did.
I held her open with my hands on her inner thighs and pinned to my bed, totally at my mercy while I gave her my best. Gabrielle made quiet sounds, soft, breathy moans that traveled directly into my ears on the eroticism contained within them. I heard every whimper and soft shuddering sigh as if she’d screamed them in her pleasure. It took me a few minutes but I got those screams out of her, too. I worked my tongue a little harder, a little deeper, a little more of everything, until I was rewarded with the sound of her begging me not to stop and she was indeed crying my name.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not stopping. You’re going again.”
She shuddered a drawn out keening cry when the second orgasm followed right on top of the first. “Oh, Goooooooooood, Ivaaaaaaaan!”
I pressed the flat of my tongue over her clit and held it firm and tight as she rode out round two. She writhed through the crest and then the crash, pulling on my hair with clenched hands. Even though I’d directed her to have her hands above her head, it just didn’t matter. Sex with Gabrielle was something completely unprecedented, new territory for me, and sexy as all fuck.