Page 6 of Officer Gabriel

As I draw closer to Luna, my senses are on high alert. Some scream at me to stop, to reconsider this reckless path I’m about to tread—this isn’t right. But others urge me forward, compelling me to close the distance between us, insisting that I have to have her. This is what we’ve wanted since the very first moment we laid eyes on her, isn’t it?

Instead of giving in to the turmoil, I lean down, brushing my lips softly over hers. The kiss electrifies me, sending shockwaves through my body that I can’t ignore. I can't tell if it’s the wine coursing through my veins or the intensity of our kiss, but suddenly, I feel intoxicatingly drunk, as if the world around us has faded, leaving only this moment suspended in time.

She turns in her chair, her movements fluid and inviting, and opens herself up to me, allowing me to lift her out of the chairand bring her to her feet. Luna yields her body to me willingly when I wrap my arms around her, and I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth with an urgency that makes my heart race. I can feel my erection hardening between us, a physical testament to our chemistry, as her arms snake around my neck, fingers tangling through my hair like they belong there.

"Gabriel," she moans, pulling away just slightly, her breath warm against my skin, "whatever happens between us, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship or what I have with Damon. I really do adore him."

Those words strike a chord deep within me, a reminder of the delicate balance we’re navigating. My cock is practically a stone as I reach down to grab her ass, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighs nothing. "Don’t worry," I reassure her, my voice low and steady, "I wouldn’t want it any other way." I carry her to my bedroom, the familiar space suddenly charged with tension, and lay her gently on the bed. Memories of her sleeping here on her first night flood through my mind, vivid and tantalizing. This was where she had a sex dream about me, that one little confession that ignited the spark between us and made all of this possible.

I'm desperate for her body, a primal urge coursing through me. I rip off my shirt and toss it aside, the fabric fluttering to the floor like a forgotten memory. As I reveal my skin, Luna runs her hands along my abs, her touch igniting a fire within me. Each caress makes me feel not just sexy, but powerful—like I could conquer the world with her by my side.

"I can't believe a man that looks like you would be interested in me," she says after a few precious moments, her voice a mix of disbelief and vulnerability.

I feverishly aid in removing her dress, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I take in every inch of her beautiful body, each curve and contour a masterpiece in its own right. "I can't imagine why you'd say that. You are gorgeous. You are perfect in every single way, Luna." The words spill from my lips, wrapped in sincerity and longing.

But it's one thing to say those words; it's another to truly show a woman that you mean them. "I want to make you feel beautiful," I whisper, my breath warm against her skin as I slide her panties down her thighs, revealing her completely to my gaze. "I want to make you mine." The weight of my promise hangs in the air, electric and undeniable.

She moans as I kiss her pillowy thighs, tracing circles on the sensitive skin with my tongue, savoring every shiver and gasp I elicit from her. When I first saw her on my doorstep a few weeks ago, I couldn't have imagined the whirlwind that would lead us here, to this moment of raw intimacy. But now, this is the only thing I can see doing with her for the rest of my life—exploring her body, drawing out her pleasure, making her feel worshiped.

I slowly spread her apart, my fingers gentle yet firm, and caress her most intimate parts. Her body arches in response, a silent offering, and I hear a sharp intake of breath that sends a surge of desire through me. I dip a finger inside her wet warmth and find that she's tight, her body clutching at me as if reluctant to let go. "So perfect in every way," I murmur against her skin, slipping another digit inside, feeling her stretch to accommodate me. Before she has a chance to say anything, to voice the need I can already feel pulsing through her, I let my mouth cover her sex, my tongue delving into her folds.

Luna responds by calling my name, a desperate, breathy sound that drives me wild. I encourage her vocalization by licking hersweet, engorged clit, teasing it with steady, rhythmic strokes until she's begging for me, her hips bucking against my mouth, her hands fisting my hair. She is a symphony of desire, and I am lost in her music, determined to play her body until she crescendos in ecstasy.

"Gabriel," she says between breaths, her voice a ragged whisper, "Gabriel, I-I-I-" but her words dissolve into gasps as I never let up, never give her the chance to finish her thought. Luna pants and grabs for the sheets, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip, while I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them just so to hit that sweet spot inside her. My mouth swirls and twirls around her sensitive bundle of nerves, relentless, until she's crying out, her body tensing and releasing in waves of pleasure. This time, she grinds into my face, shamelessly taking what she needs as she comes to a screaming orgasm, her voice echoing around us like a primal song.

But the best thing to follow up one orgasm is another, and I'm far from done with her. I slip out of my jeans as quickly as I can, kicking them off with an urgency that mirrors her own need. My cock throbs, aching for her, and I grasp it firmly, feeling a thin sheen of sweat already breaking out on her flushed body. But I can do her one better. We'll both be soaked, our bodies slick and sliding against each other by the time I'm done with her. I lean down, my breath hot on her ear, and whisper, "That was just the beginning, Luna. I'm going to make you feel so good, you'll never want me to stop."

6

LUNA

My pussy still throbs with anticipation as I watch Gabriel slide his pants down his legs. He discards them carelessly to the side, along with his shirt, and rolls back onto me, his body covering mine. I catch a glimpse of his cock, hard and ready, but more than anything, I feel it—hot and heavy against my thighs. It feels immense, almost intimidating.

"Are you ready to have me inside of you?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against my neck, trailing soft, teasing kisses along my collarbone. Each touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting my desire further.

At this moment, I'd welcome his cock anywhere he wants. The need to have him inside me is overwhelming. "I need you, Gabriel," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. "Please." I'm hungry for all of him, for the satisfaction he's already given me, but most of all, just to be closer to him, to feel him completely.

He takes his cock in his hand and finds my entrance effortlessly. I'm already slick and ready from his earlier attentions, so Gabriel thrusts inside me with a smooth, confident motion.

The size of his cock takes my breath away. It feels like it's going to split me apart, and I tighten my grip around him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he stills inside me, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size.

"You feel so good," he moans, his eyes closed as his head is pressed against mine. "God, this is heaven. I could stay like this forever."

I couldn't have said it better myself. I raise a leg to wrap around his waist, seeking more leverage, and Gabriel takes this as an invitation to keep going.

He starts thrusting, shallow at first, exploring what I can take and finding the rhythm that syncs our bodies together. Then his pumps become longer and harder, each one burying him deeper into me, until he's filling me completely with every thrust.

I can hear myself crying out every time he pounds into me, my voice echoing in the room like a symphony of our shared pleasure. I rake my nails across his back, hungry for more of this good, fulfilling sensation. He takes me higher and higher, pushing me to the peak of my pleasure in moments, and doesn't stop until I tumble over the edge, with him right there alongside me.

He sinks his cock inside of me one last time, with the roar of a lion claiming his mate. Every muscle in my body pulsates as we come together, falling off a dangerous cliff of lust and desire in perfect tandem. Waves of ecstasy wash over us, leaving us breathless and intertwined in our shared release.

Gabriel groans quietly when he pulls himself out and collapses onto the bed beside me, his chest heaving with exertion. His cock is still semi-hard, a testament to his desire. "I could go again inabout eight minutes," he says with a bemused tone, a faint smile playing on his lips.

I could go again right now, in eight minutes, in an hour—you name it, I'll do it again with Gabriel. That was amazing. There was no last time that I came with a man like that. There wasn't a last time that a man cared enough to go down on me until I came, until I was a quivering mess of pleasure. Orgasms have always been a vibrator deal for me, something mechanical and predictable, never this raw and all-consuming.

I think about our dinner getting cold on the kitchen table, the food on the stove that needs to be put away. The real world is waiting, with its responsibilities and routines. There's a kid at his grandparents' house who will show back up tomorrow, see me on Thursday, and maybe have a feeling, a subtle sense that somehow things have changed. That something profound has shifted between us, altering the very air we breathe.

I didn't think about that before I jumped headfirst into this whirlwind with Gabriel. My mind had wandered to Damon over the last few days, mulling over what his response to his father's dating would be, but I kept reminding myself that telling him wasn't going to be my problem alone. At the end of the day, Gabriel was his father, and I was just his babysitter—an outsider in a complex family dynamic. Yet, I was serious earlier when I said I wanted to keep babysitting him. Damon is a good kid, full of curiosity and mischief, and I genuinely love being around him. His laughter is infectious, and our moments together are some of the brightest parts of my day.

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