Page 67 of Devotion

“Gabriel,” I whisper, raising a hand to cup the side of his face. He hasn’t shaved since yesterday, so his skin is scratchy against my palm.

He opens his eyes and breathes out, “Yes, baby.”

“I’m okay now.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” I roll my hips again, and this time it’s easier. Not as overwhelming. My pussy is still clutching his cock, but it feels less like a vise. “Yes. It’s better.”

He bites off a guttural sound. Rocks his hips against mine a few times, shallow and careful.

It feels different now. Just as intense. But also instinctive.Needed. I can’t help but lift my pelvis to meet his small thrusts.

“Fuck.” His eyes are still devouring my face. “Are you ready now, Jess? It feels like you’re ready.”

“Yes. Yes, please.” I slide both hands down so that they’re wrapped around his clenching biceps. “I want it. You.”

The words are choked out without volition, but they’re entirely true. And they have a profound effect on Gabriel.

His face twists. His head jerks to the side like he got hit. And he falls into fast, jerky thrusts that he quickly restrains.

I whimper in pleasure—as emotional as physical. “Are you ready too, Gabriel?”

When he grows still again with a long exhale, he meets my eyes again. “Ready doesn’t come close.”

I smile since he’s still him but also more vulnerable than I ever dreamed he’d be with me.

“What’s that smile for?”

“I don’t know. Just that I’m happy. Happy to be doing this with you.”

He jerks his face to the side again with three small, clumsy thrusts. “Fuck, baby. I’m having enough trouble keeping it together as it is. You say anything else like that and I’ll completely fall apart.”

The characteristic edge of dry amusement in his tone, despite the intimacy of our position and his stretched sincerity, makes me half cry and half giggle.

He gazes at me with a tenderness that’s impossible not to recognize.

I pull myself together quickly, prompted by the tension that’s still shuddering in his arms. “I’m ready.”

“Good.” He bends his elbows, lowering his face toward mine. He brushes my lips very gently with his. “Because the sad truth is I’m going to lose it any second here.”

That makes me giggle again. Then I stop laughing when he begins to thrust. They’re not shallow, helpless ones now. They’reslow. Purposeful. Pulling out almost all the way before he pushes back in.

The friction feels good. Really good. But it doesn’t satisfy that shaky neediness inside me. It builds it up even more.

Gabriel keeps it up for a while—until my pussy has fully stretched to accommodate the size of him and a deep ache has coiled tight below my belly. I’ve gradually gotten squirmier, having trouble matching his steady rhythm and digging my fingernails into his upper arms.

“Gabriel,” I finally say on a sharp gasp. “I need… I need…”

“I know, baby. I know.” He’s intently focused on what he’s doing—and it’s oddly exhilarating. His deep mind and strong will and sharp concentration are all focused solely on me. “I know what you need.”

“Can you… Can you… Faster.” I have to fight not to writhe at the intensity of the feelings. So many feelings.

“Yes.” The speed of his pumping accelerates, making me moan in relief and pleasure. “I’m going to give you everything you need.”

“Please. I want to…”

“What do you want, baby?” His voice is gravelly, like he’s working to get the words out. Some of his hair has fallen out of the tie and is hanging around his face. His skin is damp. His face is flushed. And he’s huffing as he works his hips.

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