Page 115 of Your Soul to Keep

I was drowning in the best way. My senses alert, ready for anything, feeling everything.

Sinking into him.

Into us.

Into everything we were and are and would be.

Grabbing the hem of my jeans, he ripped them off then grasped my ankles and spread my legs wide. Climbing up between my thighs, he grasped my hip and plunged inside me.

A harsh grunt expelled from my lungs at the intrusion.

“Oh, God,” I cried out as his chest hit my back, his powerful body curling over me with every violent thrust.

“Don’t worry about praying Shae-baby,” he rasped. “The Lord Himself wouldn’t take this away from you right now.”

My hips bucked restlessly, wanting him deeper inside while also seeking friction for my poor, neglected clitoris.

Finally, frustration overwhelming me, I sobbed his name, “Gabe.”

He pulled out immediately and cupped the back of my head. His eyes met mine. “Talk to me,” he ordered.

“I need to come,” I begged.

Flipping me onto my back, he pressed his erection against my slit and settled over me, rolling his hips, dragging his erection through my wet.

“Ah, yes,” I breathed, my eyes closing, hips bucking.

His big hands cradled my head gently then he dropped his head and nipped my bottom lip.

My eyes flew open.

He quirked one eyebrow. “You didn’t think I was going to let you off that easy, did you?”

Sitting up on his knees, he helped me to mine then pulled me against his chest. His mouth hit my neck at the same time as his hand dropped to my hip. He pulled my pelvis flush with his and slid his cock between the apex of my thighs.

My head fell back, wordless sounds of pleasure spilling from my lips.

I wrapped my hands around his back, hanging on as he took me in ways I’d never been. “Gabe, I love you so much,” I whispered.

“Forever,” he whispered back, his lips ghosting over my face. “I love you forever.”

And then he began to thrust, dragging his cock back and forth over my clit.

My thighs slammed together, trapping him exactly where I needed him most. Our reflection in the dresser mirror behind him boiled my blood. His big, strong, muscular body, dark where I was light, inked where I was snowy white, his ass flexing as he drove his cock through the tiny space afforded between my thick thighs.

“Gabe,” I cried, my voice guttural. “The mirror, oh my god.” My head fell back. “I’m going to come.”

And then nothing.

It took me a moment to orient myself, my entire body crying out at his denial.

He lay down on his back, his hand tugging mine, voice near desperate. “Face the mirror and swing your leg over. You’re going to ride me reverse cowgirl. We’ll knock another item off that bucket list of yours.”

“Yee-haw,” I squeaked as I straddled him, reaching back between my thighs to grasp his cock in my fist.

His chuckle cut off abruptly as I lined him up with my entrance and slowly lowered myself over him.

His hips punched up. “Shae,” he groaned. “Watching you take me…fuck.”

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