After she let go of my hair, I gave her pussy one last gentle suck before moving up the bed beside her.
I gathered her up and against me where I could really see her.
She panted in deep breaths, her eye makeup all mussed and streaked from the tears that had leaked out of her eyes during the orgasms. Her nipples were hardened, and rose and fell with her breasts as she breathed. Just stunning.
My God. There just weren’t words for how beautiful she looked, or how I felt seeing her like this in my arms.
I gripped her chin harshly with one hand and took her mouth again. One penetration exchanged for another. As much of her as I could get. She melted underneath me, taking it all so perfectly, everything I did to her, everything I demanded from her.
When I was able, I dragged my mouth away and looked down.
I still hadn’t had any time with my favorites yet. I guess I’d been savoring the anticipation of getting acquainted with her glorious tits, but it was well past time for us to be introduced.
I palmed one side, learning the weight, and the incredible softness. Beauteous perfection filled one hand, while the sweetest taste of a budded nipple burst in my mouth. I sucked and nipped, pulled and kissed and pinched. I even used my teeth on them. I couldn’t help half of the shit I did to her. I feasted and indulged in her body and got lost in the sweet and beautiful compliance she gave up to me.
When I felt her hands buried in my hair again I just couldn’t wait any longer.
“Are you ready for me because I want to fuck you now, Gabrielle.”
“Yes, please.” She shifted her legs beneath me to make room.
“It won’t be gentle because I know I can’t do it that way right now. I’m dyin’ for you.”
“But I don’t want you gentle,” she said clearly, her eyes hooded in desire, her neck arched to one side. “I want to feel you over me—inside me. I want that, Ivan.”
I kissed her quickly before hopping off the bed to find my trousers. Condoms. I needed one and was pretty sure the only place there were any to be had was in my wallet. I never brought women to Donadea, thus was not prepared for this sex-a-thon currently in play.
I spotted the other half of my Brunello Cucinelli in disarray, trouser legs split apart and draped over my green chair inside out. I snatched them up and headed back toward the bed where Gabrielle was waiting for me to fuck her senseless.
She most certainly was. Gabrielle studied me, her eyes tracking my movements, assessing what I was on about, figuring out what I was searching for. I winked at her as I dug around in the pocket until I found my wallet. She smiled in that quiet way of hers, waiting patiently.
Two.
Only two foil packets in there. Two condoms were not going to be enough, I realized. Not with her. We’d have to get creative or get some more from someplace.
I waved the packets in the air so she could see I’d had good success, but she was no longer lying back and waiting patiently. She was now sitting up in the bed with her hand out toward me. “I want to put it on you. Please?”
Her request thrilled me because it told me she wanted her hands on my cock. I wanted her hands on my cock. Her anything on my cock would do nicely right now.
“As you wish, lovely thing.” I handed her one packet and watched her small hands open the foil and remove the condom.
She reached forward tentatively with the other and took a firm hold of my rock-hard shaft. I hissed, unable to control the thrust that pushed me sliding against her palm. The smile on her face just about did me in. That, and the slow lick she gave the bell end before rolling the thing down my aching length.
Patience fell away then. I was desperate to bury myself in her. I pressed her back into the bed and stretched her arms up over her head.
She said nothing but I saw the fire in her eyes. This first fuck was going to be very, very nice. For both of us.
I gathered her knees up from underneath and spread her wide, ready and waiting for me to sink into her.
The tip of my cock was guided to her center and pressed in softly at first. Wet pussy gave in to the pressure and took me all the way to the root on one hard thrust. I hadn’t lied. This first time couldn’t be gentle. It would be hard and pounding, almost a punishment for having to wait so long for it.
We both shouted I think. I held the top of her head and checked her face to see if she was okay. She thrust up on my cock and looked at me with eyes already lost to the heat of sexual pleasure, and gave me her answer. She wanted everything I would give her.
“Fuuuuuuck, that’s good,” I said as I started to move. Deep, full, plunges into her over and over until everything else disappeared from thought and nothing else existed except her cunt and my cock fitting together in the most primal way possible. Hard moving into soft. A key inserted into a lock. An arrow shot into a target.
An arrow into a heart…
In metaphor, I would be the arrow while the heart would represent female, but as I melded into her, and felt the burn of an impending cataclysm that would only leave me hungry for more of her, I knew the metaphor of a heart and an arrow didn’t apply in the usual way.