The Daddy Box Set

I moaned, pressing my legs together in a futile attempt to relieve the pressure that was building there.

“I know, Gabrielle, trust me. I’m dying to sink into you as much as you’re dying for me to do it, but I want to savor this moment. And you.” His voice sounded pained, his features tight with restraint.

“Yes,” I breathed. I would give him whatever he wanted. Everything I had. As long as he kept doing what he was doing, as long as he kept looking at me the way he was.

My shirt finally fell open. I shrugged out of it. James unhooked my bra, slowly sliding the straps from my shoulders. It followed the rest of my clothes to the floor. He leaned back on his heels to admire his handiwork. Me.

His eyes raked every inch of my body. I swore that he stopped breathing.

“You are exquisite, Gabrielle. You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on. I’m the luckiest asshole on the face on this earth.”

I melted. It was too much. He was too much. I reached for him. He came willingly, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his warm skin to mine. Our hearts raced together.

I wound my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Passionately. Once I was breathless and achy with need, I tore my lips from his and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw.

He had made me feel adored. Worshipped. Loved. I wanted him to feel the same way. To know that I felt the same way about him.

I nudged his legs and lifted my hips. He obliged my unspoken request and rolled us so that I was straddling him. I locked my eyes to his as my fingers traced every line that they had been itching to touch.

He held still as I explored, even as his fingers dug into my thighs and the muscles in his throat worked when my hand reached the elastic of his briefs. I dipped my fingers lower. He groaned.

I still struggled to believe that he could possibly want me as much as I wanted him. Love me as much as I loved him, but the evidence was right there. In every sound, every movement, every intense stare.

He interrupted my thoughts. “What are you thinking?”

“That you are every dream that I have ever had, come true. I can’t believe that I get to touch you. You?”

“Pretty much the same. Just dirtier. It’s hard to think right now.” He gritted out.

I cocked an eyebrow and played with his waistband, grinding my center against his erection. “Pun intended?”

He moaned. “It wasn’t, actually.”

His moan and the way that his hips moved with mine as if they had a mind of their own drove me out of my mind.

I slid my leg back so I was no longer straddling him and moved to rid him of his briefs. He lifted his hips. My eyes widened as his erection sprung free. An involuntary moan escaped from my lips.

As if my moan were the starting pistol, he moved lightning fast. The very next second, I was on my back. His hips pinned me to the bed. His tip strained at my entrance. I shuddered with anticipation, with need.

“I want to make love to you now. That okay?” His forehead rested against mine, eyes holding mine.

“Please,” I breathed.

He shifted, propping his weight up on his elbows. “I love you, Gabrielle Ralls.”

“I love you too, James Skye.” He didn’t break eye contact as he pushed into me. We both cried out as he slid home.

He didn’t break eye contact when he started to move. Slow, deep strokes that filled every inch of me.

Tension knotted in my stomach and my core. I arched my back, pressing my breasts to his chest. He read me like an open book, moving faster. Harder. My hips moved with his, meeting him stroke for stroke.

His eyes still never left mine, even as they grew more hooded. Darker. I recognized the look in his eyes. He was getting close.

God, how I needed to see him come apart. I wanted his pleasure as much as I wanted my own. His rhythmic strokes drove into me, sending me higher and higher. Closer and closer.

His breathing became ragged and uneven. My moans permeated the air around us. I angled my hips so his pubic bone would rub against my clit.

Pleasure spread through my core. Almost. James sensed what I needed. He moved faster, pressing his pubic bone to me on each thrust.