Her confession made me grin. I liked the idea that she noticed what I wore, noticed my body. Why did she like it?
“You only wear it when you’re about to disappear into your secret dungeon.” She shrugged off her top and started untangling her trousers from where they’d pooled around her ankles.
I paused before pulling off my jeans. “My what?” With a nod of her head, she indicated the door of my workshop. “My workshop?”
“What do you do in there?”
“Stuff you do in a workshop,” I said. She stood before me in just her underwear. “God, you’re beautiful, Autumn. So bloody beautiful.”
She reached for me and pulled at my neck and I dipped to kiss her. There was no going back now. I was careering down a one-way street with no way out. I’d vowed never to touch another woman after Penelope left. And of all the people I broke that vow for, it shouldn’t have been for a woman who was so much younger, was my best friend’s future sister-in-law and my daughter’s nanny. But this pull I had toward Autumn was stronger than every objection that existed.
“Turn around and bend over,” I said. I wanted to see her beautiful skin against the rough oak of the table. The oak I’d sanded and oiled and given new life to. I wanted every part of me to possess her. She lay forward, the dark strands of her hair falling onto the wood as if she were wrapping herself over it.
She looked like a goddess. I kneeled, peeling her underwear off and down her legs, catching a glimpse of her plump, reddened pussy, shimmering for me. “Beautiful,” I said, admiring her, pushing my thumb inside her. Unable to be so close without having a taste, I leaned forward and pressed my tongue against her.
Her nails scraped against the wood and her knees buckled. She was sweet—like amber honey— and her pussy quivered on my tongue like it was so close to climax it just needed the slightest touch.
Later.
I stood and pressed her firmly against the table. “Hold on.”
She did as I asked and gripped the edges of the table while I rolled on a condom and took position behind her. I took a final look at her, spread out like a feast for me. Legs weak, pussy wet, breath heavy. It was just how I’d pictured her a thousand times, but so much better. Because tonight, it would be her cunt and not my hand that my cock got to push into.
I growled and grabbed her hips, holding her in place. “Are you ready?”
“Please,” she whimpered.
I inhaled at her plea and summoned up strength to continue.
In one swift movement, I pushed in, right up to the hilt. I fought against my need to close my eyes at the tightness because I couldn’t deprive myself of the sight of her. Her luscious bottom that I stood behind. The smooth, pale white of her back. The tumble of black locks. She was gorgeous and now I was inside of her, just where I’d longed to be since I’d seen her that first time.
I spanned my hand across her back and pulled out, dragging a groan from her, and then thrust forward. Did I ever think it would be like this? That her skin would feel like silk? That my cock would feel so good filling her up? I leaned over her so my chest was flat against her back, just to feel more of her—I wanted to be surrounded and consumed by this moment.
Shifting up again, I began my rhythm. Slow and relentless, just like the desire I’d had for her for all these months. It felt so fucking perfect that I couldn’t believe I’d made it this long. If it had been inevitable, why had I not given in sooner and enjoyed this moment months ago? “I’ve been wanting this for so long,” I choked out. “I’ve needed to plow into you and show you how good it could be.”
She pushed back against me, sending me farther into her if that was even possible. She screamed into her folded arms. “So deep.”
I increased the pace, needing her to understand how desperate she’d made me all this time.
“Please. Gabriel. You’re. Please. Yes. Please. Please.”
The begging was more than I could have ever hoped for. She was always so sure of herself and now this was my chance to make her sure of me.
“You want more?” I pressed again and again. “You think you can handle it?”
I reached around under her and pressed my fingers into her folds. She was gone on a single touch.
Another victory. But I wasn’t going to stop.
I slowed as her body shuddered with her second orgasm, then pulled out completely, making her whimper before moving her heavy, slow limbs so she was facing me. I lifted her onto the table and opened her legs.