Love.
She’s looking at me like she loves me, and damn if that doesn’t fuel my desire. “I want your eyes on me when you scream out my name.” She nods and I unleash. I’ve wanted her for so long. Wanted to be wrapped in her warmth, her in my arms, and to just… be. Over and over, I slide home. That’s exactly what she is. Home. I’ll make damn sure that this is our future.
Her nails dig into my back, and her pussy grows tight around my cock. “Do-Don’t stop,” she pants as her eyes flutter.
“Eyes on me, baby.” I need to see that look. I need it because I know I can’t tell her what she means to me, not yet. Not while I’m buried balls deep inside her. It’s too soon, and I’m scared as hell she’s going to run once reality hits. Well, she might try. I’m not letting her go.
Not again.
Not ever.
I’ve stayed away as long as I could. I can’t resist her, and now that I’ve been inside her, there’s no going back.
“There!” She gasps the word.
Her nails dig deeper, and I love the feel of her losing control because of me. I thrust once, twice, three more times and she’s calling out my name. Her hooded eyes never leave mine as I find my release. It takes me a minute to catch my breath, so I rest my forehead against hers. When I start to pull away, she stops me.
“Don’t go.”
“I have to take care of the condom. I’ll be right back,” I assure her. I miss her heat immediately as I climb off the bed and rush to the bathroom to handle my business. I wet a washcloth with warm water and take it to Gabby. “Open for me.” She does so without question as I take care of her.
“No one’s ever done that before,” she says as I toss the cloth into a clothes basket and crawl back in bed, pulling her into my arms.
“First of all, anyone else you’ve been with was an asshole and not taking care of you. Second, this is the last time we discuss anyone else being… there.”
“There?” She laughs. “Can you not say it?”
“This is the last time we discuss anyone being near or inside your pussy but me.” I kiss her lips. “Better?”
Her face is flushed. “Why is it when I say it, it sounds crude? But when you say it, I’m all worked up. It’s sexy.”
“Yeah? I think you should say it so I can judge for myself.”
“What? No.” She laughs.
“Come on, it’s just me.”
“It’s… crude.”
“You just said it was sexy,” I counter.
“Only when you say it.”
I bend my lips to her ear. “I love the taste of your pussy,” I purr, and she squirms. “Your turn.”
“I don’t… no.” She sniggers.
“Come on. Just say it one time for me.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Just the word. Come on. You can do it,” I tease. My hand travels over her hip and slides between her thighs. I run my fingers through her, lazily exploring. “Where are my fingers, Gabby?”
“Chase,” she groans, covering her face with her hands.
“Tell me. Where are my hands?”
Her hands fall from her face and I can see the determination set. That’s one of the things I love about her. She’s fierce and not afraid to speak her mind. Then again, maybe that was just with me. “My pussy,” she whispers huskily.
My cock twitches against her leg and her eyes widen. “That’s all you, sweetheart.”
“Just from one word?”
“No. Not just one word. Just you being you. Being here in my arms, talking all dirty and shit.” I lose the battle with my laughter.
“Hush.” Gabby playfully smacks my shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist,” I say, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Any regrets?” I ask, pulling away from her. I hold her tight just in case she tries to run.
“None.”
“We’re doing this, right, Gabs. You and me. No hiding we’re together.”
“We’re together,” she confirms.
“I’m probably going to fuck up, and more than likely piss you off, but you’re going to stay, right? Give me a chance to get used to being a couple. It’s been a hell of a long time for me, but I want this with you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“I know we’ve fought a lot, and I’ve said some pretty nasty things, we both have.” I nod my agreement. “However, things have changed between us. It all feels different now.”
“That’s because it’s better. There is nothing that could be better than lying naked with you in my arms after an earth-moving orgasm.”
“Earth-moving? Meh, I’d say more thunderstorm,” she says, barely containing her laughter.
“Woman, I’ll show you thunderstorm.” I roll on top of her just as the doorbell rings. “What the hell?” I look over at the clock and it’s nearing eleven at night.