Page 65 of Devotion

“Please,” I whisper again. I know I shouldn’t push or pressure him, but I really can’t help it.

I’ve never needed anything more than I need this right now.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, oddly gentle.

“Yes! Don’t you want that too?”

“Fucking hell do I want it. It feels like I’ll be ripped right in two if I don’t fuck you right this minute.”

“Then do it. Do it now!”

He straightens up so he can pull my thighs farther apart to make room for him. He stares down at my wet, pulsing pussy with an expression that fires me up even more. Then he asks thickly, “How do you want to do it?”

“I don’t… I don’t know. I’ve never done it before.”

Something flickers across his face. Maybe he actually forgot that I’m a virgin. “You’re sure you want to do this with me now?”

“Gabriel, stop asking. Stop questioning it. I’ve spent most of my life waiting to be your partner. Waiting for this moment. Waiting to give all of me to you.”

He makes a weird, strangled sound. I’m not sure what it means. But his expression twists as if he’s touched by what I said. “I never realized it,” he murmurs, so low I can barely hear the words, “but I think I might have been waiting for you too.”

My whole body shakes with a surge of emotion. He leans down to kiss me again until I’ve settled. Then he reaches down to shuck the sleep shorts he’s still wearing.

“Let’s do missionary since it’s your first time.” He repositions so he’s between my legs, propped above me.

It takes a few seconds to realize he’s using an outdated term for this sexual position. “We don’t have to do it this way if you’d prefer something else. I’m good, and I want you to take what you really want.”

He frowns just slightly, brushing some stray hairs off my hot face. “What I want, baby, is for you to feel safe and good for your first time. We can do some more adventurous stuff later on if you want. But surely it won’t surprise you when I say that I’m not a particularly wild or adventurous guy.”

That makes me giggle, but I answer seriously. “No. I don’t think that about you. You’re brilliant and ambitious and hardworking and observant and… and thoughtful. Genuinely kind. Not really wild. But I do think you… you’re hard on yourself. And you’ve held back for a long time. And I don’t want you to hold back anymore.”

His expression tightens. “Thank you for that. We can explore that eventually. But I’m not going to enjoy this right now unless I’m absolutely sure that you’re enjoying it too. So we’re going to take it easy and make sure it’s good for you before we do anything else.”

I gulp. Nod. Want to hide my eyes but can’t look away from him. “Okay. That sounds good.”

For the first time I’m a little bit nervous. I’ve never done this before.

“Will you—” I bite back the words before I finish the thought.

“Will I what?”

I turn my head to the side.

He gently turns it back so I’m looking up at him again. “Tell me, baby.”

“I know the basics, but I’m not… I’m getting a little nervous. Will you show me what to do?”

“Yes.” He brushes his lips against mine. “I’ll show you. We’re going to be so good together.”

His words cut through my nerves and get me excited again. So does his kiss, which deepens and lengthens until I’m drowning in it. After a few minutes of kissing me, he moves a hand between my legs, feeling me, stroking my wet, warm flesh until he penetrates me with two fingers. He pumps them the way he always does, but he’s curling his fingers differently. Stretching my inner walls.

It feels good and familiar and needed. I whimper into the kiss, consumed by the erotic sensations.

My mind spins, and my body falls out of my control. I rock my hips against his hand and dig my fingernails into the back of his neck until I’m coming before I know it, clamping down around his fingers as my body shakes through the waves of pleasure. I make the most ridiculous moans and gasps into his mouth because Gabriel is still kissing me through it.

When I’ve started to relax, he lifts his head although his fingers are still all the way inside me, stroking gently.

“Now then,” he murmurs, staring down at me. “That’s better. Your pussy is all wet and soft and warm and ready for me. We’re going to be so good together.”

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