I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close. His erection pressed against my entrance, cradled between my legs, the thin fabric of his cotton boxers the only barrier to his entry. We both groaned.
I reached inside his boxers and wrapped my fingers around him, stroking. The waistband of his boxers inhibited my movement, and he pushed them down then kicked them off. He watched, mesmerized as I worked over him. I moved to take him in my mouth, and he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.
“I need you. Inside you. Now.”
I nodded, and he dropped his head, kissing me like I was his last chance for breath. His bare cock slid against my pussy, resting in the slick, ready folds. One dip of his hips, or of mine, and he’d slide inside. His gaze alternated between me and watching the tip of his cock. My muscles clenched in anticipation.
“Fuck me,” I panted, surprising myself.
He snapped into action. The crinkly sound of the condom wrapper drowned out the dull background noise of crashing ocean waves. He spread my legs wider and returned to my entrance. The muscles along his jaw contracted. A vein in his neck pulsed. He shook his head.
“No. You take control.”
I didn’t understand, but he maneuvered my body with skill, and I found myself hovering over him, one leg on each side of his legs. I shifted forward and placed him at my entrance and slid down, inch by inch. My channel couldn’t have been tighter. I closed my eyes, and his hands held on to my hips. I breathed out, attempting to relax.
“That’s it, baby. Take me. Take all of me.” He groaned as I stretched around him. “You are so fucking tight.” He reached up and fondled my breast. Then with expert fingers he touched me intimately, applying a gentle, circling pressure. It felt so good. My muscles strained as I sank lower, taking him in, all the way. Instinct took over. My hips moved on their own, and I rode him, seeking the unknown. My breasts swayed and bounced, and those gorgeous eyes took in everything, mesmerized. I’d never been on top before, but I quickly got the hang of it and moved as if I was working myself with my very own personal vibrator. Only this time, he watched. His hips met mine, and he guided me. He alternated between working my clit and my breasts with an expert touch. My breathing quickened, and I heated, completely uninhibited. He pushed himself up, and I leaned forward, still rocking my hips, and he took my nipple in his warm mouth. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me. I sat up, and the chill air over my sensitized nipple had me reaching for it, tweaking it with my own hand.
“Fuck, you are sexy.” I slipped my hand down over my mound, searching for my clit, repeating his movement, as my hips rocked over him, and Gabe let out an animal-like roar as I clenched around him. He half rose off the sofa, and his veins protruded from his neck as he strained. He pulsed inside me, and I slowly, ever so slowly, rocked my hips, milking him, memorizing his expression. The haze of red beneath his skin as he released. I’d done that.
He breathed out heavily and collapsed onto his back.
“Holy fuck. I’ve never come with the girl on top. Ever.”
I raised myself up, releasing him, then fell beside him, as I too gasped for breath. My fingers traced the muscles of his arm, and along his face, and the thin layer of sweat on his brow. I couldn’t stop touching him. He pulled in a lungful of air and smiled.
“God, that was good. So good.” He kissed me, a sated, grateful kiss. I ran my fingers through his hair and reveled in the feeling of closeness and intimacy.
“You are mine. Do you understand? Mine.”
I gulped as he rubbed his forehead against mine and kissed my nose. Then he popped off the sofa. I didn’t understand. Not at all. He planned to return to New York. So, I was his for, what, while he wanted me? It didn’t make sense to me. I refused to hope for more. But I could enjoy the now. What we’d shared blew away anything I’d ever experienced before.
Once upon a time, I’d thought what I had with Ben was real. I’d convinced myself that those moments in his basement, or in my locked bedroom, were real. But I’d slowly accepted that I was nothing more than a sexual release for him. A dark secret he hid from the world, the way some people hid their porn habit. He’d never gazed into my eyes while he fucked me. As a matter of fact, he preferred when I bent over the bed, fully clothed other than my missing underwear, and sometimes he’d just push those over to the side.
Sure, I called myself a dumb girl whenever I needed a good self-berating, but I wasn’t so dumb I believed Gabe really wanted me. This thing between us was a temporary kind of thing. It had to be. As his sister knew upon first seeing me, I wasn’t his type. Not for anything real. And he knew it too. Otherwise, wouldn’t he have invited me to dinner with all of them? If you were serious about someone, you’d want them to spend time with your sister. No, I had to keep perspective. Men say things during sex they don’t mean.
Gabe returned to the room, climbed back onto the sofa, and pulled me into his arms. “What are you thinking you want for dinner? Let’s order in.”
I pushed back, torn between wanting to leave and gain distance, to protect what remained of a fragile heart, or remain and enjoy the evening with him. He nipped at my earlobe and kissed my breast. And then he kissed me. Over and over again. And with each kiss, any resolve
