This door he kicked closed with a little more finesse, and it stayed shut.
Removing his clothing with Gizelle in his arms proved to require more limbs than Conall had, so he finally, reluctantly, put her down to tear at the buttons of his shirt. In that instance, the silence was back like a lightning bolt, and just as quickly, the roar of sound returned as Gizelle pressed up close again. The jolt between hearing and not was enough to stagger him, and the return of the din threatened to overwhelm him.
Gizelle was kissing him again, up on her tiptoes as he bent to meet her mouth with his own. She was touching him everywhere his skin was bare, fingers like the whispers in her head.
Conall wanted to strip out of his pants and lay her down on the bed to claim her at last, but he held himself back with the same iron will that had seen him through his final year at Juilliard without being to hear the things he had composed.
He had waited this long... his noble intentions faltered as Gizelle stopped kissing him and tugged at the waist of his pants, trying to work out how to release him.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I want...”
Conall wasn’t sure what was more intense; her words, or that he could hear them. His hands on her shoulders tightened.
“Gizelle,” he said, hoarse to her ears. “Gizelle, I have to...”
She had worked out the button and was puzzling at the zipper. “I know you have to be naked for this part,” she said breathlessly.
Chapter 31
With Conall’s help, Gizelle got the pants and the briefs down and the glory within sprang free, causing her to pause.
His cock was beautiful; long and thick and much more than she had expected. When she touched it reverently, Conall shuddered and gave a strangled moan.
It was impossible. It could never fit in her.
More impossibly still, she wanted it to.
She felt hot and full of need and his skin couldn’t be close enough; she wanted to be wrapped around him in entirety.
“A condom,” Conall said urgently. “I need a condom. Your friends might murder me if I don’t.”
Breck had explained these details to her, but it had all been so ridiculous sounding. Once she had started, she could not stop touching the fascinating manhood, reveling in the way it made Conall suck in his breath and tighten all of his muscles.
“I’m going to need five condoms,” he said between gritted teeth. “Gizelle...” He took her hands in his own. “Slow down, sweetheart. Just for a moment. It’s... been a really long time.”
He let go of her, fishing a little crinkly plastic square from the overflowing bowl by his bed. Gizelle watched, fascinated, while he opened it and deftly unrolled the nearly-invisible sheath over himself.
When he turned back to her, she wasn’t sure what to do, or where to put her hands.
“I’ve thought about this a lot,” he said gruffly.
“Me, too,” Gizelle confessed. Her hands still didn’t know where to go, and she was glad when he took them, jolting a little at her touch.
He drew her back to the bed, close against him, so his cock was pressing at her belly. He kissed her, gently this time, hands lingering at her face, then lay back on the bed, guiding her up to straddle him.
“You say when,” he said, hands soft at her hips. “You say how.”
He was so large, jutting up against her waiting entrance, so firm and alluring. She had to hold herself up with her legs to keep the pressure from being unbearable, and she could barely breathe for the anticipation that was crowding her chest.
“I choose you,” she whispered. “I choose you.” And she let herself slip onto him, the resistance so delicious and the friction so sweet.
Something so uncomfortable shouldn’t feel so wonderful, she found herself thinking, and somehow still more fit in, and still more, until she felt so filled up that she might slosh over like a glass of water.
This must be what ecstasy felt like, she realized, but then Conall pulled away a fraction of an inch, lifting her away. She made a noise of protest, not ready to be done, and he moved back in like a wave and there was something more amazing yet, any discomfort barely a memory.
He did that again, and again, and his hands were all over her body, cupping her breasts and running thumbs over her hard nipples, stroking her sides and her arms.
Gizelle felt like a panic attack was building in her whole body, except that it was exquisite, and when she fell, she didn’t want to run, she wanted to be falling forever.