Page 78 of Gabriel's Salvation

This time I didn't answer straight away. Am I hers? Do I want to be hers? What does it even mean to be hers?

“Gabe, tell me you’re mine or I'm getting out of this bath, walking out that door and you'll never see me again,” she says, moving away from me. I grip her tighter, holding onto her like a lifeboat out at sea.

“I'm yours,” I whisper as I turn her face to the side so that I can kiss her.

“Then prove it,” she mumbles into my mouth.

I grip her throat gently, feeling her pulse, and not missing the small moan that leaves her lips when I do. I push her back so her head rests against my shoulder. Then I slide my hand down her breasts, stopping only to give a quick hard pinch to one of her rosy nipples then slip my hand under the water and between her legs. Her moans fill the room. I start rubbing little circles and with my other hand, I palm her tit and pinch her nipple.

“Oh fuck…yes…Gabe….fuck,” she pants as I feel her body begin to shake, but I don't let up. I put more pressure on that hard nub and slip a finger deep into her slick hole. I can feel the wetness inside of her and it’s not from her bath. She’s close, very close so I pull back a moment and I hear her whine, “Noooo, Gabe, don’t stop!” I use my thumb to press down on her clit and pump three fingers into her. On my third pump, I whisper in her ear, “Come for me, my dirty little slut.” Shit, is this okay to say to a girlfriend? She liked it before? But is it different now? Fuck, what if I’ve ruined the mood again?

Thankfully I haven't as I feel her body grip my fingers as she comes undone. Her body goes limp in my arms, so carefully I lean her forward so I can climb out, I then lift her up and carry her to the bed.

“I’m all wet; get a towel,” she squeals as I place her down on the mattress, not giving a fuck if there’s a towel there first or not.

“You'll be even wetter in a minute,” I grin as I pull her ass to the edge of the bed, drop down to my knees, spread open her legs, and eat like a starved man, not stopping till I get to taste her on my tongue.

“Wow,” she pants when I finally come up for air.

I hear a knock at the door. Picking up my discarded boxers I throw them on and walk to the door while adjusting my hard as steel cock.

“Don't move,” I call as I close the bedroom door behind me.

I grab the trolley from an uncomfortable looking guy and push it inside. I make my way back to the bedroom where I see Riley wrapped in the most obnoxiously thick white robe I've ever seen.

“It's so soft,” she groans happily, as she rubs the material against her cheeks.

I can’t resist pulling her towards me by the tie of that ridiculous robe and giving her a kiss. It was supposed to be just a peck, but it deepens quickly. Fuck, if I don’t stop now, she won’t get fed. Groaning, I force myself to pull away. “Come, be my good girl and eat some food,” I force out.

“What if I don't want to be your good girl?” She grins, looking me up and down seductively. “What if I want to be your dirty little slut instead?”

“Even sluts need to eat, baby,” I grin back. She lets out a carefree, playful giggle. And god, do I love that sound. Maybe I should record it to set as my alarm tone? Actually, on second thought, better not, otherwise not only will I be waking up grumpy, I'll also be insanely horny.

We both make ourselves a plate and climb into bed to eat and watch some reality show on television. We're almost done when I hear, “Oops!” I look over and watch as Riley tries to wipe some cream off the top of her chest that must have fallen while eating her cake. I place my plate down on the floor and lean over. “Here, I'll help,” I say, intending to lick the cream off, but as I lean down to do so, I realize that under her robe, she's completely naked. I tug on the rope, causing the robe to fall open exposing the most beautiful sight I have ever seen, and want to see every day for the rest of my life. I carefully lick up the cream, before using my tongue to slowly lick her, starting at her neck. At her collarbone, I suck a bit longer, not quite marking her but enough to let her know that I want to. From there, I move down to one breast where I lick the outline of her nipple before sucking it into my mouth and giving it a bit of a bite. I hear her gasp then moan so I repeat the same to the other breast. Just when I hear her breathing really start to quicken, I move my way down to her bellybutton, lick around it then stop.“Gabe,” she moans, pouting her lip like the little brat she is.

“You've had enough,” I laugh as I pull the robe back together and carefully re-tie the belt.

“You’re mean,” she sulks, trying to relax her breathing.

“And don't you forget it,” I growl, gripping her by the throat and squeezing slightly. I feel her body quiver under my touch as her breath hitches. But I quickly release her, give her a gentle kiss, then reach for my plate and continue eating, loving the little frustrated look on her face. I may no longer have the desire to physically punish her. But this is just as much fun.

Once we're finished eating, we curl up in bed together and I fall asleep, with her nestled in my arms.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Riley

Iwake up still curled up in Gabe's arms and for the first time ever, I feel truly happy. Sure, I have a good family and great friends, but something has always been missing. He’s my missing piece.

“Morning,” Gabe yawns.

“Morning,” I reply as I nuzzle into him more. Gabe wraps his arms tightly around me and pulls me in so that I'm trapped against him, listening to the gentle thumping of his heart.

“What do you want to do today? Gabe asks.

“Just this,” I sigh contently as I slide my hand down his abs.

“Damn, I've created a monster,” Gabe jokes. “How about we have some breakfast first?”

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