Page 96 of This Kind of Forever
“Touch me.”
First, he sets his hands on my hips. Kneads the flesh there. My head rolls back, resting against his shoulder, but I keep my eyes open, watching. Slowly, one of his hands leaves my hip, caressing my waist, then slides over my stomach. I don’t have abs by any stretch of the imagination; my lower stomach is soft and curves outward. But Gabe doesn’t balk. In fact, he holds me tighter.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says into my ear, sending a shiver skittering down my spine. “And all mine.”
“All yours,” I echo.
His hand travels up my abdomen, to my chest, until he’s cupping one of my breasts. I can feel his erection pressing against my back, and I have truly never felt more desired. Gabe takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the bud until it’s hard. I watch it all in the mirror.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
I lean back, giving him some of my weight. “You,” I whimper. “Always you. Please, Gabe.”
“Where do you want me?” he asks. “Here?”
With one of his hands still working on my breast, the other dips between my legs, circling my clit. My knees tremble.
“Yes. Oh, God,yes.”
“You’re inflating my ego, Foster. Who knew my touch could turn a woman religious.”
I want to roll my eyes at his ridiculousness, but instead I cry out in indignation when his hands abandon me. Until I’m spun around and promptly hoisted onto the bathroom counter, between the double sinks.
My thighs seem to part themselves, my body taking control. And it wants this ache between my legs soothed. Frankly, I do, too.
Gabe steps closer, and my legs wrap around him. I search for something to hold on to and wind up grasping the faucet on my right.
His hands smooth up my thighs, then rest on my hips. He tugs a little, until my ass is on the edge of the counter. Then he slips his cock inside me, burying himself deep. It feels incredible. And it’s like?—
I gasp. “Condom?”
Gabe freezes. “Fuck,” he grits out. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“I wasn’t either. I, um… I’ve been getting back into the habit of taking my birth control. We should be okay.”
“Okay, like you want to keep going?”
I bite my lip, then nod. “If you want. I’ve been good about taking the pills, but I don’t want you to worry about…you know. So only if you want.”
He pulls his cock part of the way out, then flexes his hips forward. My head tips back, hitting the mirror.
“If you think I’m worried about that…” Gabe drawls, “you.” Thrust. “Haven’t.” Thrust. “Been.” Thrust. “Listening.”
My back arches. “Gabe.”
“I’ll pull out,” he promises, “to be cautious. But make no mistake, Hallie, I’m not afraid of more with you.”
This is very muchnotthe time to be having this conversation, but my heart flutters all the same. My pussy, too, which earns me a groan.
And then Gabe lets go. He buries himself to the hilt, his cock hitting someplace inside of me that makes me see stars. I cry out.
One of his hands leaves my hip, and he starts circling my clit again. This time, he’s relentless. Between his cock driving into me and the pressure on that bundle of nerves, I know I won’t last much longer.
“Gabriel,” I plead. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. Not until I fall apart, mouth open, no words escaping. All I can feel is bliss.
He pulls out, and I slump back against the mirror for support. Then with one final tug on his cock, he comes. His release hits my stomach.
