Page 20 of Only for You
Cupping her hips, he slid his cock through her swollen sex, moaning as her plush flesh separated for him, embraced him.
“Five years,” he murmured, nudging the vibrator with his tip. Anticipation, lust, and something needier, greedier clawed at him. “Five years I’ve…”Dreamed of this. Craved this.Once more that fissure creaked open. He couldn’t voice the words, but he could show her.
One more stroke that covered him in her, and he pressed against her entrance, pushing into her. He watched as he sank into her, as she swallowed him. So pretty. So goddamn pretty.
Only her beautiful face, tight with pleasure, superseded the sight.
Snug, slick heat surrounded him, squeezed his dick in a grip that damn near bruised him, but still wasn’t tight enough. Small, animal-like whimpers escaped Gabriella, and each cry caressed his flesh. He thrust hard, groaning as her muscles fluttered around his length like tiny kisses. Holding still, he inhaled a harsh breath. Either that or explode, and he wasn’t finished. Half of him had yet to be buried inside her. He withdrew, and the top half of his cock glistened with the evidence of her arousal.
“You with me, Gabriella?” he ground out. He waited for her nod, and when it came, he drove forward, tunneling through her slightly resistant flesh. Gritting his teeth, he pulsed his hips, claiming more and more of her. “Open up for me, baby,” he murmured. “I know that vibrator is getting you soaking wet, but press down on that little butterfly so my cock can be where it needs to be. Let me in. I need you…”
Long, elegant fingers moved to the sex toy and a long, dark groan rumbled out of her. Her other hand dipped between her legs, skated over the several inches that remained outside of her. Circling her finger and thumb around his flesh, she rolled a caress over him, sending flames licking through his veins, heating his blood.
“Goddamn,” he snarled, and plunged deep until his balls pressed against her. Finally. Oh God, finally. His control broke with a snap that resounded inside his head, and he took her like a man possessed. Like a man who had everything he’d ever desired, dreamed of within his grasp and was terrified of losing it.
With a will he hadn’t been aware of owning, he withdrew, and her cry of denial almost had him driving back in, finishing them both off. But he wanted more from her. He needed to claim all of her.
Turning her over on her stomach, he grabbed a pillow and slid it under her hips.
“All of you, baby,” he murmured, pressing his chest to her back and nipping her shoulder. He thrust his cock between her ass cheeks and moaned, placing an openmouthed kiss on the skin he’d lightly bitten. Trailing his lips down her elegant spine, he rose, sliding his hand up the path his mouth had just travelled. He palmed the back of her head and gently pressed it. Her cheek rested on the pillow, her legs curled under her hips, ass in the air.
Snagging the lube, he uncapped it and parted her cheeks, squeezing the gel onto her puckered flesh. “Shh,” he soothed when she shivered. Smearing the shiny cream on his fingers, he rimmed the entrance the butt plug had opened and prepared for him and slipped inside. The tiny ring of muscle resisted at first, and she went still. “Push back, Gabriella. Just like you did for the plug. Relax and push for me.”
Leaning to the side, he picked up the remote and switched the vibrator to a higher level. A wail broke free of her, and he slid deeper inside her ass. Pulling back, he added another finger, stretching her as he worked her open.
“Press on that butterfly for me, baby,” he rasped, notching his cock at her entrance. Stroking his hands up her ass, he held her apart, and slowly breached her. Gritting his teeth, he held his breath as his tip popped past the ring, and he sank inside that snug, smooth-as-glass channel.
She shouldn’t be able to take him, but goddamn, she did. So sweetly. So perfectly. Growling, he rode her, watching his dick appear and disappear inside her. Over and over, he powered into her. And with each thrust, she backed into him, silently but hungrily pleading for each plunge.
Electricity sizzled up his spine, down to the soles of his feet. Her screams of pleasure peppered the air, but he couldn’t come without her. Lowering his hand, he plunged three fingers into her drenched, spasming sex, hooking them and rubbing the smooth patch of flesh high in her core.
Beneath him, she stiffened. Seized. Then broke. She clamped down on his fingers, milking them. That’s all it took for him. Feeling her pleasure had the orgasm he’d been holding back roaring through him with the force of a runaway train. Nailing him. Crashing into him. A seemingly endless orgasm gripped him, shook him, and he flooded the condom with his cum.
Exhaustion tugged at him, inviting him to curl up against her spine, press a kiss to her shoulder, and sleep. Sighing, he carefully eased from her body, from the tempting haven of her embrace, and made a quick trip to the bathroom to take care of the condom and clean up. Slipping back onto the bed, he pulled the blanket over her and smoothed the tangled strands back from her face.
He should’ve been tired, wiped out. But the more he studied the softness of her lilac eyes, the small, half smile that curved her mouth, a sense of urgency set up under his skin. He couldn’t deny what had just occurred between them. A part of him longed to label it just fantastic sex. But he could no longer live in that state of denial. What they’d shared had been more. It’d been deeper. Hotter. More visceral and…profound than sex. Sex had never made him so hungry, so wild, he was desperate to mark a woman. To brand himself on her body, her memory—her heart—that she couldn’t pry him loose. Sex didn’t shatter him, making him feel broken but also brand new. He’d had sex with multiple women. With Gabriella, it wasmore. Just as it’d always been.
So how could she walk away from him? From them, so easily as if what they’d shared hadn’t mattered. As ifhehadn’t mattered. Especially when she’d been his everything.
He lowered to the pillow, stared at the ceiling, clenching his teeth to trap the question swirling in his head like a tornado. But with his guard weakened by her, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He had to finally know.
“Why did you abandon me, Gabriella?”
