Page 64 of Devotion

My breathing has accelerated as he keeps caressing me gently. I want to reach up and hold on to him. I want to move my hands all over his body too. But he’s not asking for that right now, and I can’t simply claim it for no other reason than I want it so badly.

I gasp and arch up involuntarily as the pleasure builds between my legs. “Gabriel,” I breathe out.

He adjusts his position so he’s propped up over me. His head lowers slightly until there’re only a few inches between our faces. “Can I…” He doesn’t finish the hoarse question.

“Gabriel, I’ve told you. You can do anything you want.”

“I want…” He’s almost never this hesitant. I don’t understand why he’s not simply taking what he wants, but it thrills me anyway.

“What do you want?” I reach up to touch the thick strand of his hair that’s slipped out of his hair tie.

“I don’t want you to only let me do things.” He sounds self-deprecating. Almost embarrassed. I’ve never heard that tone from him before. “I want you to want it too.”

“Oh.” I say the word with a silly little sound of surprise. Then I suddenly understand his hesitance. His mood. And I’m flooded with a different sort of pleasure and excitement. “Gabriel, whatever it is you want, I promise I want it too.”

He nods with a jerk of his head. Understanding me. Believing me. His cheeks are flushed, and he’s breathing just as fast and shallow as I am.

He bends his arms to lower his head toward mine again. He pauses only an inch away from my mouth.

I should let him make his own decision in this. I know I should. It has to be his initiative. But I hear myself whispering anyway: “Please.”

With a soft guttural sound, he closes the distance between our mouths. He kisses me.

It’s light. Gentle. Just a sweet brush of his lips against mine. But I’ve never felt such an intense rush of pleasure before. Not once in my life.

He pulls back after a few seconds, checking my face with that deep, searching look that’s so much a part of who he is.

Somebody else—someone more experienced or skillful or controlled or professional—would play it cool right now. But that’s never been me. I’m so filled with such a wave of joy that it bursts out of me. A wide smile breaks out on my face. I beam up at him shamelessly.

His mouth softens into a smile in response, real but tempered with his characteristic dry cleverness. But what he sees on my face must be what he’s looking for. Soon his eyes heat up again as he claims another kiss.

This one is longer. Deeper. More sensual. His tongue gets involved, sliding over the line of my upper lip and then my lower one before it slips all the way into my mouth.

It’s strange having someone else’s tongue in my mouth. I’ve never experienced it before. But it’s intensely intimate, and as soon as I process the sensations, I crave even more.

Because this is Gabriel.Gabriel. Kissing me like this.

I open my mouth wider and wrap my arms around his neck, holding nothing back as I respond to the kiss.

He’s getting into it too. He’s making throaty sounds as he moves more of his body over mine. While he will always be more reserved than I am—careful about opening himself up—he’s pouring himself into the kiss right now. I can feel it. Sense it. He wants me for real.Me, not just simply my body. I know it’s true.

We kiss for a long time, until I’m so aroused I can’t lie still. I’m eagerly rocking up against the hard, warm weight of him above me, fighting a silly compulsion to wrap both my legs around him to rub myself off.

He finally breaks the kiss with a broken moan. He stares down at me for a long stretch of time, tense and panting and perspiring.Hungry.

“Do you want…” This time he doesn’t finish the sentence because his voice breaks rather than from his earlier hesitance.

“Anything you want, I want too,” I admit.

“All the way?” The tension coiled inside him is so strong he’s almost shuddering from the effort to contain it.

“All the way.”

He groans again. Kisses me for another minute. Then starts trailing kisses down my neck and along my shoulders until he lowers them to one of my breasts. He teases and suckles until I’m squirming and mewing out nonsense words. Then he gives the other breast the same treatment.

It’s honestly embarrassing how out of control I am. I keep trying to rub my pussy against his thigh and claw lines down his back in my neediness.

When he finally lifts himself up again, he once more checks my face.

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