Page 152 of The Odds of Happily Ever After
He crawled up and lay sideways next to me, catching his breath too. I traced the moon over his heart and wondered how it was possible to be so completely myself, so entirely at home with another person like this. I couldn’t imagine feeling this peace with anyone else but Gabe.
“Are you tired?” he asked, caressing his thumb across my cheek.
“Seriously? No way.” I slipped my hand into his waistband and confirmed that he wasn’t tired either.
I unbuttoned his pants, and he helped me work them off together with his boxer briefs. His thick erection pointed straight at me, and I took him in my hand, marveling at his hardness.
I looked him in the eye as I stroked his length. “Condom?”
He sucked in a breath and leaned away from me, opening his bedside drawer. When he faced me again, he had a square packet and a bottle in his hand. I raised my eyebrows at him, to which he responded, “Lube.”
My eyes widened.
“I just want to make it easier for you.” He opened the condom, rolled it on, and rubbed some of the clear gel over his erection. I never thought watching a man stroke himself would do it for me, and yet my thighs pressed together as that ache bloomed in my core again.
He settled on top of me, his knees braced on either side of my hips.
Thumbing my clit, he slowly slipped two fingers inside me.
My mouth fell open on a soundless moan.
“Wider,” he whispered, and my legs dropped to my sides, my hips churning.
“More. I want you inside me.”
His fingers left me and were replaced by the head of his erection. “Remember. Anytime you need to stop.”
“Uh huh.”
Then he notched himself at my opening and slowly pushed in. It was a tight fit, and my eyes widened as a twinge of pain went through me.
He stilled. “Luna?” The tendons in his neck strained with the force of his control.
“Keep going.”
“You’re in pain.” He started to ease out of me, but I closed my legs around his hips, the motion driving him deeper inside me. “Fuck.”
I felt stretched, but the ache dulled, and all I wanted was more. Testing the waters, I thrust against him and was rewarded with a string of dirty words that had me instinctively clenching around him.
He groaned. “Hold on.” Pressing his lips to mine, he moved his hips tentatively against me. “Is this okay?”
“Mm hmm.” A slight pain lingered, but it was overpowered by the satisfaction I felt at having him inside me.
“You feel so good.” A groan tore through him as I experimented with squeezing my inner muscles. In response, he captured my nipple in his mouth as he ground the base of his erection against my clit.
I worked my hips, enjoying the weight of him on top of me. Around me.
His hand slipped between our bodies, stroking. I clenched, relishing how his entire body seemed to vibrate with the force of his control.
“I can’t—fuck.”
“Let go, Gabe.”
“You first.” He tilted my hips just so, hitting a spot that made my toes curl. He went faster, deeper, all the while watching me with eyes that seemed more gray than blue. “Come for me, Lua.”
Hearing those words amplified the sensations swelling up inside me. On his next thrust, my body bowed back as pleasure rippled through me in waves that had my thighs quaking.
Like he’d been waiting for that sign, Gabe strained toward me and released a groan. He remained frozen as he came inside me. Then he collapsed, breathing heavily into my neck.
