Page 86 of Forever Mine

“Let’s head inside,querida. The mosquitos will be out soon,” he murmur against my hair. I nod sleepily while yawning before stretching my arms above my head. Gabriel takes the opportunity to sweep me into his arms and stand up. I let out a quick squeal before sliding my arms around her neck and sighing. We head inside before Gabriel gently places me on the bed.

“Are you coming to bed?” I whisper seductively.

“In a minute. I want to put out the fire and bring in the dishes,” he says before placing a quick kiss on my forehead. After walking back outside, I hear him break up the remaining log in the fire pit and douse it with water. Before he returns with all the dishes and the blanket, I take the opportunity to sneak into the bathroom and put on a special set of lingerie I’ve been saving.

I slip back into the main room and position myself strategically across the bed so Gabriel can see every inch of me on display.

“Tesoro,” I call.

“Almost done,” he says as he brings everything else inside before closing and locking the door. He turns around and stop dead in his tracks. Gabriel’s eyes drag up and down my body as his pupils dilate.

“I’m not tired, Daddy.”

“Querida,” he groan. “Fucking hell. Do you know how hard you just made me?” I grin as I beckon him with a crook of my finger.

“Fuck me, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. Hard.”

Gabriel gives me a wicked grin as he grabs me around the waist and steps toward the wall, where he proceeds to fuck me as hard as I wanted.

I’m a puddle. My limbs no longer work. Three intense orgasms and I’ve lost the ability to function.

I barely register moving, as my entire body is lax with exhaustion but humming with pleasure and bliss. It’s only when I feel the water cascading over me that I realize Gabriel has taken us into the shower. He’s still holding me against him and has one hand slowly running through my hair as the water covers us both. When he reaches for the shampoo, I attempt to take it from him.

“No,querida. Let me love on you,” Gabriel murmurs. I look up at him and see a little uncertainty in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. He shakes his head, unwilling to respond. “Tesoro, something is wrong. Tell me.”

Gabriel sighs before resting his forehead against mine.

“I was too rough. I lost my head, and I … I was too rough.”

“No, you weren’t,” I tell him.

“Querida, you passed out. There are marks on your thighs where I was gripping you too hard. It was too much.”

“No. No, it wasn’t. Gabriel, I passed out because you gave me three insane orgasms in a few minutes. I’ve never felt like that before. That was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I don’t want you to think you were too rough. I liked it,tesoro. I told you to fuck me hard, and you did. I don’t regret it, and neither should you,” I tell him. He still looks uncertain.

“I can tone it down.”

“No. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. We can have a safe word if that would make you feel better. Would that help?” I ask as he begins to shampoo my hair. I don’t want Gabriel to regret anything we just did. Not that I’m complaining about this aftercare, but I definitely want to revisit that experience in the future.

“I guess a safe word could help. What should we use?” Gabriel says after a few moments.

“It should be something we wouldn’t normally use in regular conversation.”

He gives me an amused half-smile. “Oh, really? How do you know that?”

I shrug.

“I’ve read 50 Shades of Grey. And a few others since then.”

“A few other what?”

“Erotic books.”

“I really love learning these little snippets about you,querida. Never would have thought you’d be reading smut in your spare time,” he says with a chuckle. “Any ideas on a safe word?”

“Papaya.”

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