Page 102 of If You Stayed

“Yes,” I breathed out. “I like that.”

He slid another finger in, his hand still at my neck. I almost screamed out from the amount of pleasure rocking throughout my system. He locked his eyes with mine and moved to my mouth. I didn’t know when it happened, but at some point I couldn’t tell which breaths were his and which were mine. Yet it seemed like his mere existence became my oxygen. Without him and his touches, I couldn’t breathe.

He smiled against my lips, and I licked his bottom lip before biting it. “Taste me,” I murmured against his mouth. “Now.”

The wicked grin grew larger as he obeyed my orders. He moved down my body, sliding my panties down my thick thighs, and tossed them to the side of the room. He placed his hands on my inner thighs and spread them apart. He buried his head between my legs and began licking, sucking, and fucking my core, rubbing his finger against my clit as I arched up toward him, wanting his tongue to go deeper and deeper inside me.

My hands tangled in his hair as I guided him up and down, loving the way he ate me as if I were his favorite sweet.

After he finished, he pushed himself up and moved over me, kissing my lips as he balanced himself. His cock brushed against my leg as I pulled down his boxers. I tossed them to the side of the room, and within seconds his cock rubbed against my clit, making me want him more and more. His eyes stayed locked with mine. I became lost in his eyes and I wrapped my arms around his body, digging my nails into his back as he slowly slid his hardness inside me. I gasped at how each inch ofhim consumed me. I murmured his name as my eyes fluttered shut from the intensity of his thickness and the depth at which he slid inside me.

He picked up his speed as our two bodies became one. He wasn’t fucking me yet, no. He was making love to me. Taking his time, taking care, building up to the greatest climax of my life.

I wanted more of him, his touches, his thrusts, his kisses, his heart.

I wanted to wrap myself fully within him and never let go.

“Damn, Kierra, you feel so fucking good,” he whispered against my ear before nibbling it. “I love how your pussy feels wrapped around my cock like that.”

“It’s all for you,” I whispered back, arching my hips up as he thrust deeper and deeper. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right,” he growled, moving his mouth to mine. “You’re all mine. So now I’m going to fuck you and claim you forever.”

The speed picked up and he hammered into me as I cried out in bliss. He made love to me as if he was making up for all the lost time. He pumped himself into me so hard and deep that I couldn’t stop my legs from trembling. He fucked me so hard from the front, and then he flipped me over to my back before wrapping his hands around my curly hair and using it as an anchor point as I rocked my hips against his, dripping in sweat and wetness as I took all of him in.

Once he came, he lay down beside me, completely out of breath. I crawled on top of him and licked his lip before kissinghim gently. “That was…” I sighed.

He shut his eyes and kissed my forehead. “Exactly that.” He pulled me closer. “I love you, Penguin.”

I smiled as I closed my eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Give me ten minutes,” he whispered as he nibbled my ear. “Then I’m gonna make love to you again in every room of this house.”

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After a few more rounds, we lay in the bed naked, under the sheets, me resting against his chest, completely exhausted yet at peace from the madness that was my life outside Gabriel’s four walls. Every now and again, he’d pull me closer to him and kiss my forehead, reminding me that I wasn’t alone. I hadn’t known how much I needed that reminder every now and again.

“I wasn’t able to give you your birthday gift yet,” he whispered, trailing a finger slowly up and down my neck, which sent chills down my spine.

“You mean that thing with your tongue between my legs wasn’t the gift?” I half-joked. If I could have Gabriel’s face between my legs as my alarm clock each morning, I’d wake up a lot happier.

He chuckled. “No, it wasn’t. Want to see your gift?”

“Sure.”

He sat up, raising me with his body. He then stood, slipped on his boxers, and held a hand toward me. With the sheet wrapped around me, I took his hand into mine, and he led meout of the room. We walked down the hallway, and he took me into a spare bedroom that had been transformed into a sewing room.

A sewing room with vibrant, wild wallpaper of greens and oranges. There were three machines set up: a sewing machine, an embroidery machine, and a serger.

To the left was a closet stocked with fabrics. There were bins of needles, threads, and cutting shreds.

He made me a sewing room.

He made me a sewing room!

“This is for me?”

He leaned against the doorframe and nodded. “You brought some color to my life. Figured you could use a space for your creative projects.”

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