Page 55 of Reeling in Love

He licks me and puts his fingers inside me without warning. I latch my fingers onto his hair and almost scream out his name before my entire body shudders and convulses as he takes me over the top.

He emerges from beneath me and smiles at me as I lie there, heaving.

But it’s not enough for me. Far from it. I want him more than ever.

I pull him down on the bed beside me and trace my fingers down his muscular chest, slowly reaching the edge of his pants. With a swift movement, I unbutton it and pull the zip down. I feel his hardness through his underwear and cup it in my hands as he moans and growls and closes his eyes.

I love seeing him enjoy the feel of my hands and stroke him longer, harder. I roll over him and slowly, with my hands, push his pants and underwear down, and feel his length along my belly as we’re pressed together.

“Oh baby,” he moans. “Are you sure you want to go all the way?”

“More than anything,” I whisper back, removing his clothes down his feet and flinging them off with my legs. I look down and am amazed at what I see. I didn’t have low standards for him, but this… this is magnificent.

Slowly, I position myself over him and feel him sliding inside me, inch by inch, till it flattens out and I can feel his body fully against mine and I begin riding him.

His hands find my breasts and he massages them, slowly at first, then faster, matching my movements over him.

“Wait!” he says, “I have a condom in my wallet.”

“Don’t need it. I’m on the pill. Remember?” I whisper as his head falls back on the pillow.

As I go faster, our moans mix, creating a symphony of sound and pleasure, heat coursing through my whole body. The whole world obliterated except for the pure pleasure that the physical movement of our bodies is giving us.

With a quick movement, he turns positions and is on top of me, his mouth over mine, kissing me harder. My eyes slide closed and my fingernails dig into his back. I tighten my legs around him, rolling my hips, making him move inside me and he exhales so hard. He plows into me, hitting every nerve there is, maybe some that I didn’t even know exist.

I whimper with pleasure and I feel his body convulsing as he releases inside, making me come a second time. I’d always thought multiple orgasms were a thing only reserved for books, but here I was, experiencing it for the first time in my life.

Totally spent, I fall beside him, both of us panting. He turns on his side and with a gentle movement, tucks my hair behind my ears and gives me a peck on the cheek, then my ears and neck before moving to my lips and giving me a slow and sensual kiss.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he murmurs. “In every way, you’re simply perfect.”

I’m already half asleep as he kisses me on the forehead. I turn to the other side and feel him spooning me. I’ve never felt so much peace, pleasure, and happiness in my life. It is perfect.

Or is it?

The next instant, sleep disappears from my eyes as I think about it. I’m bad with relationships and so is he. The sex is undoubtedly good. Okay, it’s great. But is the sex and maybe a couple of months of feeling high on wonderful kisses worth losing our friendship for?

If there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that relationships don’t last. Happily ever afters are only for fairy tales, not in real life. You may be crazy in love today but as life goes on, you never know when he turns into a monster while you become his prey, waiting for him to pounce on you and hurt you, leaving indelible marks on your small children who witness it.

Is that what I want? Is good sex and a few months of bliss worth throwing our camaraderie to the wolves? Can our friendship remain if we get into a relationship that doesn’t last? Of course not. Shit!

Perfect? This was a perfect disaster!

We need to talk. I turn around, but he’s already asleep, breathing slowly, a smile playing upon his lips. I’ll always love him but as a friend. That’s all we can ever be because he’s too important for us to be anything else.

Chapter 23

Gabriel: #DreamOrReality

So that happened. I still don’t believe it. Was last night real or was it just a dream? Looking at the sleeping Nora beside me, I guess it was real. Wow! Am I lucky or what?

She stirs a little in her sleep, and I can’t help but kiss her forehead. She looks like an angel even with her messed-up hair spread around her face and the smudged kohl around her eyes. My gaze falls on her lips. She’s smiling a little. I wonder what she’s dreaming about. Could it be about me? About us? Is that what she’s so happy about? I can’t even bear to think it could be something or someone else.

Jesus! What’s happening to me? This is unfamiliar territory, feeling like this. Feeling a little jealous of whoever is in her dreams! I mean, I didn’t think this was possible. Who, in their senses, thinks like this? And smiles thinking about it? Has to be a crazy person.

But I’ve never felt happier. She said she wanted to talk about us. That clearly means she’s also thinking along the same lines as me. Maybe this is worth a try after all. Maybe I’m not crazy thinking that this could work.

I walk over to the window and let the cool morning air help clear my fuzzy brain. I’m still inhaling and exhaling deeply when I hear the mild creaking of my bed. She’s awake.

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