Page 70 of Vicious Temptation

And I want it so much.

“I—” I bite my lip, still stroking my clit, my thighs quivering with how close I am. With how badly I need to come. “I’m so close. Please?—”

“Oh, I know you are.” Gabriel’s rough, lust-filled voice fills my ears as I close my eyes, encouraging me, driving my arousal higher, making me want things I can’t even begin to imagine. “You want to come for me, baby. You need this, Bella. Let it go. Come for me. Come so hard, baby. It’s going to feel so good, fuck?—”

Something about that ragged curse, his indrawn breath as he says it, as if he’s imagining himself thrusting inside of me right now, pushing me to the edge, my orgasm on the verge of triggering his, pushes me over the edge—and into the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.

“Gabriel!” I cry out his name, my head falling back, my fingers lashing over my clit as my hips buck upwards and my free hand drops to the edge of the lounge chair, gripping it hard as I writhe and moan. The pleasure races over my skin, my muscles tightening, wave after wave of it wracking me with a release that I never knew was possible. And through it all, Gabriel hovers over me, never touching me, his heat searing into me anyway, even from inches away as I come hard underneath him.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathes. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous when you come for me like that. God, you fucking taste so sweet, so perfect, fuck?—”

His voice is impossibly ragged, as if he’s on the edge too, and he hasn’t even touched himself. It prolongs my orgasm, draws it out, until I’m panting and limp underneath him, my fingers going still as I look up at him with a dazed expression on my face.

He looks wrecked. His hair is half-dried, curling around his face, his every muscle flexed rock-hard with the effort to stay where he is, and when I let my gaze travel down his chiseled body, I can see the outline of his erection standing out in stiff relief against the fabric of his shorts.

Gabriel sucks in a deep, shuddering breath, and starts to push himself up, and away from me.

“Wait!” I gasp it aloud, looking up at him, and he freezes. There’s a cautious, wary look in his darkened eyes, as if he’s not sure what comes next. “I want you to come, too.”

“Bella.” He swallows hard, and I can see the muscles in his arms tighten, his hands flexing on either side of me. “I don’t need to?—”

“Yes, you do,” I whisper breathlessly. “I can see how hard you are. How hard that made you.”

Gabriel groans, his head dropping forward. “God, keep talking to me like that, Bella, and I’ll come anyway.” He lets out a choked laugh, looking up at me again. “It’s you that I’m concerned about. I want to make sure you’re okay. That was?—”

“Incredible,” I breathe. “And frightening, and good, and confusing, and—” I suck in a breath. The aftershocks are still trembling through me, and I don’t know how I’ll feel about all of this in the morning, but I know what I want right now. “Touch yourself for me,” I breathe. “Right where you are. Let me watch while you come for me. And you can imagine that it’s me touching you, just like what we just did.”

Gabriel licks his lower lip, and I can see a fine tremor shudder through him. “Are you sure?” he rasps. “Bella?—”

“I’m sure.” I swallow hard. “Let me watch you come.”

Gabriel lets out a slow, shaky breath, keeping himself propped above me with one hand as he slowly reaches down with the other. He tugs the laces of his shorts loose, opening them up deftly with one hand, and my breath catches as I watch his hand slip into the waist and push them down slightly around his hips, freeing his rigid cock.

I gasp, and he goes very still.

He’s huge. Long and thick, so stiff that his tip nearly brushes his abdomen, the veins standing out against the straining flesh. The tip is swollen, slick with his own arousal, and Gabriel shudders again, his hand flexing against his hip. “I can stop?—”

I shake my head quickly. “Don’t stop,” I breathe. “I want to watch.”

Gabriel lets out a ragged laugh. “I don’t know how long it’s going to last,” he confesses, reaching down to press his fingertips around his straining shaft, dragging them down the length of it as if to test the strength of his arousal. “You look so goddamn beautiful when you come, Bella. I’ve never seen anything so fucking gorgeous. I want to watch you come over and over—” His hips jerk, his hand moving to grip his shaft, and his eyes close as I watch his entire body tense with pleasure. “Oh fucking god. I need to come so bad.”

I stare at him, wanting to do the same thing he did for me, to talk him through it, to murmur filthy things while he strokes his cock for me. But all I can do is look, my eyes greedily taking in every inch of him. I’ve never seen anything as erotic as Gabriel straining over me, his muscles hard and flexed, his hand wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock as he starts to stroke it for me, his jaw tight as he groans with pleasure.

“God, it feels so much better like this,” he breathes. “So fucking good with you watching me. With that look on your face. Like you want to eat me up.”

And with that, I find the tiniest bit of courage. “What would you want me to do to you?” I whisper, and Gabriel’s eyes flutter briefly closed again, another groan slipping free as he rubs his palm over his swollen tip.

“So many fucking things,” he breathes. “Your hand on my cock, just like this, so you can feel how hard I am for you. How hard you make me. Your mouth—god, your mouth drives me fucking wild—pressed right up against the tip, right here—” He presses his thumb against the tip of his cock, swirling it as he moans, and my hand slips down towards the edge of my bikini again, unbidden.

“Your tongue, sliding over me, all the way down—” His hand slides down again, to the base, gripping hard as his hips arch forward. “Your hot mouth wrapped around me. I’d fucking die if you sucked me, Bella. You’d feel so fucking good, with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Can I—” My breath catches. “I want to come again, with you.” The things he says are driving me wild, things I never imagined a man saying to me. Gabriel has a filthy mouth, and I love it. I love everything he says, the way he says it, the way he makes it suddenly easy to imagine doing all of those things, where they only terrified me before. “Can I come again?”

Gabriel moans, hips thrusting into his fist. “God, yes. Touch yourself while I stroke my cock, baby. Please. Please fucking come for me.”

The sound of that ragged please has me moaning before my fingers ever even touch my clit again. I grip the side of the lounge chair as I stroke my fingers over my slick, swollen, over-sensitive clit, unsure if I even can come twice in one night, only knowing that I want to do this while Gabriel strokes himself for me, while I watch the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life happening inches away.

“God, this feels so good.” Gabriel gasps through gritted teeth, his hand slowing as he watches me. “You don’t have long, baby. I can’t hold out. Watching you come—” His hand slides along his swollen cock again, every inch of his body tense and trembling with pleasure. “I nearly got off before I even touched myself. I?—”

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