Page 16 of Naughty All the Way

The orgasm slams into me like a truck, blaring through my body out of nowhere, and I call his name as it rips across me. Above me, Gabriel curses and slams into me one last time, stilling as his own release comes. For a moment, the only sound is that of us gasping for air and catching our breath. Slowly, Gabriel straightens and guides my legs to the mattress on either side of him.

He leans down and kisses me, the touch both sweet and possessive. Then he says, “Don’t move,” as he pulls out of me and walks to the ensuite bathroom to handle the condom.

I move, but only to turn the bedside lamp completely off. He returns in a flash, getting onto the bed and yanking my back to his front without asking if it’s okay. His arm drapes over my waist as his hand splays against my stomach. His lips trace my shoulder blade, sending shivers down my back.

“I hate to say this, but I took off the bowtie.”

I giggle. “It served its purpose.” I snuggle into him. I’m so warm and tired, and I can feel sleep tugging me down. Before I give in, I say, “Gabriel?”

“Hmm?”

“I live in Seattle.”

8

GABRIEL

We wake two times in the night.

The first time, I wake up to her kissing her way down to my cock. The sex is slow and languid as she rides me, the tips of her hair skimming my hands as I grip her waist.

The second time, I wake her with my tongue. I don’t understand the primal need to possess her, to feel her thighs shake and to taste her as she comes. None of it makes sense, the way I feel so deeply for her already. The way we connect on so much more than just a physical level. The way I’m desperate to stay in her life. But I don’t care. So when I thrust into her, I whisper how much I need her, how much I want her, and how I’m not sure I’ll ever get over her.

9

KAYLA

Icome to consciousness slowly, feeling the kind of ache in my body that only comes with sex. Gabriel sleeps beside me, his hand on my leg as though it has every right to be there. He looks peaceful, his thick hair going in all directions. He sports a thicker scruff on his face than I’d felt last night.

I smile. He’s truly amazing. In between what felt like marathon rounds of sex, we’d talked and gotten to know a little more about each other, and there’s an odd feeling inside me that takes a moment to pinpoint: hope.

Is it crazy to feel hopeful about a man I just met? About a man who is closer to my daughter’s age than mine and who is just starting out in life?

Maybe. But I’ve spent decades doing things for other people, and for the first time in my life, I’m finally in a place where the only person I need to worry about—to take care of—is me.

Gabriel stirs, breathing in deep as he opens his beautiful maple eyes. He smiles. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

I smile back.

“Turn over,” he says.

I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy.

“So wet for me,” he whispers.

I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me.

He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

“Shh,” he soothes, his lips gentle against my ear even as his fingers grip tightly onto my hip. My head rests against his other bicep and he bends the arm, his hand pulling the hair away from my face. “Fall apart for me, Kayla,” he whispers. “One more time.”

I don’t want it to be the last time. The thought slams through me, and I turn my head and reach behind me, needing him close.

His lips find mine, sweet and hot, and as he thrusts into me, I think of what could be. It’s possible. Anything is possible. It’s Christmas, after all, and if there’s ever a time for miracles, it’s now.

“Gabriel,” I say.

“I’m here.”

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