“Please.” I sigh into his hold as his fingers separate my folds, finding my center.
“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Spread your legs. Let me in, Angel.”
I moan when he slips his fingers inside, his thumb rubbing my clit. He kisses and licks up my neck to my jaw and finally latching on to my mouth.
This is it.
Thisis what I’ve missed.
Slow, languid kisses mixed with needy hands and ragged breaths.
“Fuck. You feel so good. So wet.” He bites my shoulder, “So mine,” then licks and sucks till I’m trembling, ready to explode—or quite possibly implode.
I grip his shoulder and the back of his head, holding him to me, lifting my leg to wrap around his hip. “Now, Gabriel.”
He growls as he lifts me by my thighs, slamming into me as he presses me to the wall.
I moan my contentment. He gives a few quick thrusts before setting in deep and stilling. “Need your mouth.” Not really a question but a statement of fact.
We lock lips, and he tandem fucks my mouth as he rocks inside me.
“So good. So full,” I pant into our kiss. “I’ve missed you.”
“Too long, Angel. I’m sorry.” He picks up the pace, stealing my voice and taking me higher, making me forget I’ve missed him, making me forget my name.
Harder. Harder.
Frenzied and fast.
He fills me.
Obliterates me.
Completes me.
He swallows my moans as I consume his, gripping his ass, thrusting into him, meeting him, joining with him. Over and over.
I come undone when his hands squeeze my ass, separating my cheeks, rubbing my back entrance. “I want in here,” he growls, pressing, sliding lower to capture my arousal and pressing back to my rosebud.
“Gabriel. Oh, fuck, Gabriel.”
“Yes, Angel. Take. It.” He thrusts through my clenching orgasm, squeezing him till he groans, almost painfully. “So fucking tight.” His plays with my ass through a few more thrusts before he explodes. “Fuck, Angel. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He pumps and swears till he’s spent and I’m languid and content in his arms.
I’ve missed him so much.
“I’ve missed you too.” He kisses my forehead then cleans us up and dries us off.
I’m of absolutely no help.
* * *
I set her on the bathroom counter. “Stay here.” I kiss her bare shoulder and grab the bag I left on the bed. “Here.” I hand her the box inside.
“You bought one.”
I smile at her surprise. “You said you might be pregnant, so, yes, I bought you a test.” I turn it over and point to the directions. “It says you can take it at any time of day. Do you think you can pee?” I brought water in case she needs help getting there.
She nods, her sexed-up gaze landing on the vicinity of my cock. She squeezes her legs together. “Do you think I’m pregnant?”