He put one knee on the bed, forcing her to move back. Then he opened a condom and knelt above her.
It hit her then, that he was big and hard and so much stronger than she was, and he was about to be inside her. Her mouth went suddenly dry. Her heart sped. She backed up a little farther as he rolled the condom down over his thick erection. All her bravado and frustration was gone.
“Just...” she started, then had to swallow to wet her tongue. “Just go slow, okay?”
“Slow,” he agreed, fisting his cock.
He was about to do it. He was about to guide himself into her and fuck her. Oh, God.
But then her world fell into pleasure again. Gabe’s thumb feathered over her clit. She gasped.
“Better?” he asked. She nodded, clenching her teeth against a groan. He rubbed her clit and she arched up, eyes closed as she pressed her head into the mattress. “I like watching you, Veronica. I like the way your neck gets tight, the way you bite your lip.”
She gasped as he circled her clit faster.
“Stop me anytime,” he murmured. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
The blunt head of his cock rubbed between her lips. She felt it press against her, and then it was pushing her open, sliding inside her, stretching her. Just when the tightness became too much, he eased out again, then slid a little deeper, just a little. And the whole time his thumb rubbed her clit, making her squirm against him.
“How does that feel?” he asked, the words a little breathless.
She nodded, keeping her eyes shut tight. It felt...full.
“Raise your knees, sweetheart.”
Her thighs opened wider like that and some of the pressure eased.
“Yeah,” he rasped, moving slowly inside her. In and out, just an inch at a time. She could feel it get easier, feel herself get wetter. “You feel so good, Veronica. You feel so fucking hot and tight.”
“Yes,” she groaned.
“Here. Feel it.”
He took her hand and eased it between them. He was still kneeling, his knees spread under her thighs, raising her hips a little. Her fingers touched her clit first, and then they brushed his hard, thick shaft.
“Do you feel that?” he murmured. “How good that is?”
Yes. His cock was wet and so hot from her pussy. And she could feel how tight her own flesh was, stretched around him as he slowly pulled out and then pushed back in.
She opened her eyes. There was no mistaking any of this. Gabe hovered above her, his chest widening up to his gorgeous shoulders, his arms flexing as his hands curved around her knees and his eyes locked on her pussy as he carefully sank himself into her again. And not only could she feel him inside her, she could feel the slide of him through her fingers right where her body took him in.
She was really fucking. She smiled just as his gaze rose to her face.
His laugh sounded pained as he leaned closer, bracing himself above her. Her eyes widened at this shift of his body inside her. “You look so sweet,” he murmured, bending closer to press a slow kiss to her mouth. “Now...touch yourself.”
“Oh,” she breathed against his lips. “Okay.”
She shifted her fingers up and pressed them tight to her clit. He withdrew and then sank himself deep. Deeper than he’d been before. Her eyes fluttered closed.
The logical part of her brain was confused. She didn’t know why it should feel so good, so needed, but each slow, steady thrust seemed to fill up a part of her that had never felt empty until now. She knew, logically, that her sexual pleasure was centered on the stroking of her clit, but somehow his cock added to that, increasing the weight building inside her and pulling her down, down, down.
He kissed her then, kissed her deep and slow, just like his thrusts. This was sex. Real sex. This was the thing that made people foolish and stupid and willing to give up everything. Just for this feeling of fitting together over and over and over. This was what people risked their souls for.
She turned her head, needing to draw a deep breath. “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.” She moved her fingers faster.
“I won’t stop,” he growled. “I’d fuck you forever if I could.”
“Please,” she gasped again. It was so close. Right there. But despite the way his shaft dragged over every nerve, she couldn’t get there. She was outside herself, thinking about it. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed.