Page 175 of I Dreamt That You Loved Me
I climbed up her body and settled between her legs.
My hands slid over her thighs. Up her sides. Into her hair.
“What would you have done if you woke up and saw me staring at you?”
“This.” I kissed her. Deep. Urgent. She tasted sweet like mangos. Salty from the sea.
I slid into her. Slowly. Stilled.
My eyes drifted shut. “God.”
“I know,” she said softly.
I found her left hand and let my fingers brush over the ring before clasping it and resting our joined hands on the pillow.
“I’ve missed this so much,” she said. “Notthis.” She touched my face. “You.”
“I’ve dreamed of this so many times.” I moved inside her. She curved off the mattress and I thrust harder. “I almost feel like I can remember it.”
Lowering my hand to where we were joined, I brushed my thumb over her clit as I stroked in and out. Cleo gasped, writhing beneath me. The sensation of her hips grinding and her walls tightening around me hardened my cock.
I couldn’t breathe for a minute. It was almost too much. Almost.
“More,” she said.
“So greedy.”
Her nails raked my back and I thrust fuller, harder.
Her legs wrapped around me. I pushed in deeper. I could fucking live here inside her sweet pussy.
She whispered my name, chanting like it was a prayer. “Gabriel. Gabriel. Gabriel.”
Her back arched. I kissed her lips, swallowing her moan.
She convulsed around me. Our mouths met as she panted my name.
My eyes closed as I filled her. It seemed to go on and on and on.
My God. How had I lived without her? I couldn’t get enough.
“That was…” I shook my head. I was still inside her. “I don’t have a word for what that was.”
“You, who has always been so good with words,” she teased.
“Why was it like that?”
She laughed. “I don’t know. But I think I might have blacked out for a few seconds.”
“I’m pretty sure I did.” My forehead dropped to hers, our bodies shaking with silent laughter.
Reluctantly I pulled out and rolled off her then grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned her up. I lay down next to her and she snuggled against my side, draping a leg over me. I squeezed her thigh. I was already getting hard again. “Just give me another five minutes, and I’ll be ready to go again.”
“You weren’t kidding about all night long.”
“I would never joke about something like that.” I tucked my hand under my head and stared at the ceiling, envisioning all the different ways I could fuck her. “Get ready for a sex marathon.”
She burst out laughing. “I’m not sure I have that kind of stamina.”
