Page 76 of Ours to Lose
“What about you?” I asked, eyeing his erection. My voice had gone groggy.
He shook his head. “This was about you.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” That was possibly the greatest understatement of my life. I loved feeling him come inside me. The way his whole body went tense and his cock swelled, the rumble of his chest against mine as he groaned.
“You’d be up for hard and fast?” he asked, skeptical. “Because that’s what it’d be. I don’t think I could hold back enough to go slow again after watching you like that.”
“Oh.” My cheeks grew warm as I bit back a smile. “Probably not, then.” As much as I loved seeing him lose control, my body was on sensitivity overdrive.
His mouth tipped up as he leaned in and kissed me. “Thought so. It’s really okay. I’ll take care of this later.”
“Wait.” I caught his arm as he shifted to rise from the bed. “Take care of it now.” I glanced at his hard length and back to his face. “Let me watch.”
His gaze turned molten as his nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with a steadying breath. He set the washcloth aside and moved to kneel at the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving me. Not even as he took himself in hand and gave a long, slow stroke.
Already, my clit grew swollen. The muscles of his thighs stood out, his abs and bicep flexing as he moved his palm over his cock. Everything about him screamed strength, yet it was my words that had moved him here. My pleasure he was feeding by getting himself off.
It didn’t just make me feel powerful; it made me feel safe. Like I stood on the edge of a cliff about to jump, and he was the harness around my waist, allowing me the thrill of the fall while ensuring I wouldn’t get hurt.
I wanted to jump with him again and again. Experience every thrill and moment of rest in his arms.
His strokes gained a rhythm, and I rubbed my legs together to quench the sweet ache that had returned. His eyes burned, jumping from the apex of my thighs to my rapidly falling chest as my breaths grew short and fast.
I trailed my fingers over my breasts, teasing my own nipples as I watched him. I bit my lip, and he grunted, his grip flying faster and harder with almost angry tugs that drove me mad with lust.
His name rose from my mouth on a moan. “Gabe.”
“Fuck, Aubs.” He shuffled forward on the bed, straddling my hips with his strong thighs, fucking his hand directly above me.
I squirmed at the way he watched me. At how him turning me on turned him on. At the thought of him imagining it was still me he was fucking, clenching his glutes as he thrust his thick cock inside me over and over.
I pinched my nipples and arched my back, skin tingling in need of his touch.
“Come on me,” I gasped. The desire gripped me almost as strongly as my last orgasm. For him to mark me, to claim me. Paint himself on my body like one of my tattoos.
He was gasping too, pushing out deep grunts with every exhale, his tempo relentless. “You want that?”
I couldn’t lay still, practically thrashing my whole body with my nod. “Yes, yes, yes?—”
He choked out a groan, catching himself with a hand near my shoulder as he spilled across my chest, splashing my swollen breasts with his cum.
“God…damn…” he panted, beads of sweat dripping off his forehead. I caught one with my tongue and grinned at his strained laugh.
I never knew sex could be like this. Fun and playful at the same time it was deep and intense. That it could allow me to open up in a way that made me more attuned to myself, made it easy to exist as all facets of myself at once. I’d never felt more at home in my body or at ease in my mind. Never dreamed it’d be possible to feel both those things in the presence of another person.
With Gabe, I wanted to wrap my limbs around him and bask in the magic of the glow.
I ran my hand into the hair at his forehead. “Tomorrow’s my birthday,” I said.
His lids grew heavy from my touch. “I know.”
My heart stuttered, struggling to keep up with the warmth pouring into my chest. Our voices were whispers, like this moment was too precious to disturb.
A question sat on my tongue, big enough I almost didn’t speak it. More than anything I’d asked him for, this one felt truly selfish.
But the idea of this moment ending, of going back to the deafening quiet of being alone after the fullness we’d just shared, was worse than the possibility he might say no.
My throat tightened around the words. “Will you stay the night? As my present?”
