Page 64 of Deliver Me

She squirmed against his hand, seeking more as he curved his finger, pressing against her in new angles that helped her discover the potential of her own body and the places within that sent shockwaves of new feelings shooting through her. His fingers were able to reach places inside her that her own were not and the difference in length and width was enough to make her head spin, especially when he added a second finger beside the first.

She arched her hips shamelessly into his hand as he stroked her, eager to take what he was giving her. Her doubts faded beneath the caress of his fingers, the odd light and the hard edge of the countertop as it dug into her thighs suddenly seemingly the perfect accompaniment to this life changing experience.

“You need more,” he said, more statement than question, and she blinked down at him, ready to remind him of thecondoms that she’d stored uncertainly in her bedside drawer, but he pulled her up to give her a quick kiss and then dropped to his knees in front of her.

She peered down at him curiously, trying to draw her knees together now that his height had been diminished just enough to bring him to face level with her bared and glistening core.

“Shh,” he soothed, pressing a line of kisses up her thigh. “I just need to taste you, remember?”

“You’re not going to … I mean …you know?”

“Fuck you? Not right now,” he said with a soft chuckle, looking up to meet her eyes as he leaned in to skin his lips over her core. His face came away wet, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he never looked away from her, his eyes still hot and locked onto her face.

She bit down on her lip as he parted her folds with his tongue, a long soft swipe that ended with a focused suck on her clit that made her whimper as she tossed back her head and lost herself in the motions of his mouth.

She understood now why such things were meant to be sinful—how could she keep her mind focused on the kingdom of heaven when Gabriel was able to bring heaven to her on earth?

He feasted on her like a starving man suddenly invited to the king’s table, exploring each shadowed bit of flesh and gathering up all the wetness he found there before startling her by plunging his tongue inside her.

She huffed a shocked sound through her nose at the unexpectedness of it but was soon swept away by sensation and when he replaced his tongue with his fingers inside her, filling her and stroking the spot that he’d already discovered made her moan, she came apart beneath him.

“You look so beautiful when you come on my fingers.”

She stayed splayed across the kitchen counter, chest heaving and breasts bouncing until she could catch her breath. “Whatabout you? Do you want … I mean, should I?” She glanced down at the bulge between his legs and then away again.

“Do you want to?”

She sat up, pushing the hem of her nightgown down around her thighs. “Don’t you think I should want to?”

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to her knee before standing up. “That’s not how it works. It’s okay if you’re not ready for that.”

She hooked a finger into the waistband of his underwear, pulling him toward her. “I want to dosomething,” she insisted. “We could, I mean,youcould …” She spread her knees invitingly, unable to say the words but determined to issue the invitation.

“Not like this,” he said, gripping her jaw and pressing a hard kiss to her mouth. “We can do something else.”

“What else is there?” she asked, her mouth turning down in a pout.

He smiled and lifted her down, patting her hip once her feet were on the floor again. “Turn around,” he instructed, waiting till she shot him a puzzled look and turned to face the counter to lift her nightgown back up around her hips.

Her thighs were still wet and when he pressed them together and she felt the hard press of his arousal at the seam between them she understood what he was trying to do. “Oh,” she breathed softly, leaning forward until she could rest her elbows on the counter and pushing her backside toward him.

He was nestled in the space he’d created between her legs, thrusting softly against her, sliding back and forth as she watched him appear and disappear between her thighs. He was pressed against her, chest hot where it met her back, breath ragged and desperate in her ear. He had one arm wrapped around her body, clamped to her stomach like an iron band, ashis other hand gripped the countertop beside her elbow, holding them both steady against the motion of his hips.

“Touch yourself,” he told her huskily. “Just like you used to do for me in all the letters you wrote. Let me feel you come for me.”

Heat rushed through her, and she clenched down on nothing as she fumbled with the fabric of her nightgown, tugging it out of the way until she could press her fingers to the still sensitive area between her legs. Her thighs jumped and tensed around him at the first stroke of her hands, and he swore softly.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he growled. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Gabriel,” she whined, and he jerked her back against him, bouncing her off his chest and his hips.

He let go of the counter and pushed her hand aside to stroke her with his own fingers. “Say it,” he demanded, the movements of his fingers slowing just enough to make her whine in protest. “Tell me this is what you want.”

“I want it,” she panted.

He sped up, his fingers pressing into her just the way she liked until it ripped a second orgasm from her. Her mouth opened on a wordless cry as she clamped her thighs together, whole body shuddering with the strength of the pleasure that tore through her.

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