Page 83 of Vicious Temptation

And then the hand between my legs slides up, his fingertips brushing against the front of my panties. He sucks in a breath, his forehead pressed against mine. “You’re so fucking wet. I can feel it through your panties. You’re fucking drenched for me.”

I nod, my hips arching up into his touch. “That’s happened a lot, lately,” I whisper weakly, my voice cracking with need, and Gabriel’s mouth curves into a smile as he captures my mouth in another kiss, his fingers gliding over the soaked fabric.

For a few moments, that’s all he does. The man has the patience of a saint—I’ve touched him enough now to know how hard he must be, that he must be aching for relief—but he makes no movement to touch himself, or to encourage me to touch him. He strokes me gently, through the fabric of my panties, until I buck against his hand with frustration, and then he laughs softly as he nudges the fabric aside.

The first touch of his fingers against my bare pussy makes me cry out. Gabriel groans, his fingers slipping between my slick folds with such ease that it makes his breath hitch. “Fucking god, Bella—you’re such a good girl. You make it so easy for me to get inside that sweet pussy, once you want to let me, don’t you? You would feel so good around my cock, baby.” His fingers glide over my clit as he murmurs the soft words against my ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it and sending shivers over my skin as he strokes my clit gently. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, whimpering as his fingers slide down, circling my entrance before he drags them back up to my swollen clit.

“Gabriel—” I gasp his name, arching into his hand. “I need to come. Please?—”

“Oh I know,” he murmurs, still circling my clit with his fingers. “I can feel it.” He leans back, dragging his fingers down to my entrance again. “You want my fingers in you, baby? Do you want to come on my hand like that?”

I’m so far gone that I can’t imagine not wanting it. I know this is a step, allowing this—but I don’t want him to stop. And I’m so tired of overthinking it all. I want to coast on this wave of pleasure, let it overwhelm me. I want to experience everything I’ve been missing.

I nod helplessly, my forehead against my shoulder as Gabriel presses the heel of his hand against my clit. “Yes,” I gasp. “Make me come just like that. Please.”

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he whispers. The tip of his index finger is poised at my entrance, and he presses it gently there. I gasp when it slips inside, clenching around him, and Gabriel groans raggedly, sucking in his breath between his teeth.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Bella. You’d feel so perfect around my cock, baby.”

“Not yet,” I whisper, a tiny thread of panic slipping past the desire, and Gabriel nods, turning his head to kiss the side of my throat.

“No, not yet. But we’ll get there. First you learn to take my fingers.” He slides his finger back and forth, curling it slightly, and a jolt of pleasure washes over me. “Can you take another?”

I nod helplessly, so caught up in sensation that I can’t speak. I feel Gabriel slip another finger inside of me, and he moans.

“God, this feels so good. You, wrapped around any part of me like this. Does it feel good for you, too?”

“Yes,” I whisper brokenly, my hips moving against his hand. “It feels so good. So good—” His fingers move faster, his hand rocking against me, and I’m so close. “I’m going to come; I?—”

“God, yes, Bella. Come all over my fingers. Come for me?—”

The pleasure crashes over me in a torrent, my eyes squeezing tightly shut as I clench and flutter around Gabriel’s fingers, crying out as I buck against his hand. Everything he’s done to me so far is magnified, a new level of bliss reached, and I bite at his throat without meaning to, teeth scraping against his skin. “Gabriel, Gabriel, oh god?—”

“Fuck, I love it when you moan my name.” His voice is hoarse with lust, his hand pressed up tightly against me. “I want to hear it again.”

I raise my head just enough to look at him, with the flicker of a wicked gleam in my eyes. “Then make me,” I whisper, and Gabriel groans.

“You said no fucking yet,” he murmurs, grazing his mouth over mine. “So that won’t happen today. But I want to taste you.” His tongue glides over my lower lip, but I know that’s not what he’s talking about. He slides his fingers out of me, excruciatingly slowly, and lifts them to his mouth.

A shudder of pleasure ripples through me, watching him lick me off of his fingers. It’s obscene and erotic and something I would never have thought would turn me on, but hearing Gabriel moan at the taste of my pussy makes me want more. More of anything he can give me, just short of going all the way.

His hand dips between my thighs again, and I moan as he reaches down, unzipping his pants. In one quick motion, he slips his hard cock free, and I stare at it, hard and thick and already dripping pre-cum.

“See what you do to me?” Gabriel murmurs. He slips his fingers out of me, sweeping them up through my folds until his hand is drenched in my arousal, and then he wraps it around his cock, using my own wetness as lubricant.

I start to reach for him, but he shakes his head, leaning in to kiss me as he gently grabs my hand and pushes it away. “I want to make you come again with my tongue, Bella,” he murmurs, brushing his mouth over mine. “I want that sweet pussy all over my face and my cock when I come for you.”

My heart stutters in my chest. The thought of his warm, wet tongue on me makes me clench, my body shuddering with arousal. The idea of it is vulnerable, more exposed than I’ve ever been to him—but I trust him. If he tries, and I want to stop, he’ll stop.

I look up at him, and nod. “I’m all yours,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again. “Just make me come again.”

25

GABRIEL

Making her come on my hand in my Ferrari is another fantasy explored, but I need more room for what I want to do to her. I reach over, opening the door as I let go of her for a moment, and hold out my hand as I step out of the car.

Bella claps a hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle.