“Yeah, but none of those women are with me. You are, so you will.”
“Wow, that has to be the most romantic proposal any woman has ever received. It should be written down for future generations to study and learn from.” Gabriella laughed when I adjusted, then stood with her in my arms.
“I can be romantic,” I said and headed toward the stairs, then added. “If I try,” and started to climb them.
“Oh my goodness, be still my heart,” she said, and with her free hand, the one not wrapped around my neck to hold on, she patted her heart for effect.
“Smartasses get spanked, but I’ll keep count and give you your punishment another time.” I walked into my bedroom and kicked the door closed. Holding on to her with one arm while I used the hand on my other arm to throw the lock—just in case anyone decided to stop by to see what was keeping us. What I should have done was flip the lock on the front door when we passed, but my head had been preoccupied.
“Punishment?” she asked. The previous humor in her voice was gone.
“Yes. All bad girls receive punishment.” If I weren’t concentrating on keeping my desire tamped down, I would have laughed at the wide-eyed look Gabriella was giving me.
“You are not going to spank me. I wasn’t even spanked as a child,” she said as I shifted her in my arms until we were chest to chest, then I slowly let her body slide down mine. When her feet hit the floor, I moved my hands into the hair on the sides of her head and held her in place as I looked down at her.
“Trust me when I say you will enjoy it.”
“No, I won’t. Why do you think it was one of the things on my list? No pain period. Spanking involves pain.”
“Angel, we will work on your ideas of what is painful, but later. We have a lifetime ahead of us to break you in properly. Right now, I’m going to show you I can be gentle if I work at it.” I leaned down and kissed her, putting a stop to anything she would have said. Her lips were soft, warm, and inviting, as always. I sucked her bottom lip between mine and bit down gently, then touched my tongue to the spot before running it over the seam. Gabriella opened her mouth, and I pushed my tongue in. Our tastes combined while I explored every crevice.
She placed her hands at my waist and melted into me. The kiss went on until I broke it to bury my face between her neck and shoulder to gain my breath. I was acutely aware of her breasts rising and falling as she fought her own battle to get her breathing under control.
“I do trust you. You are a gentle man, Max. I have seen it with Sawyer and your brothers’ kids. I think you have a habit of putting everyone’s needs before your own. It’s like second nature with you. It has nothing to do with you having to be in control of everything either. It’s because you are a caring and loving man.”
There were no words for how Gabriella made me feel; instead, I was determined to show her what she brought out in me that no other woman had. I ran my hands down her arms until I reached her wrists. After wrapping my fingers around them, I pulled, and she released her hands at my waist. I took a step back and let go of her wrists, only to reach for the hem of her shirt. My fingers clasped the material, and in one swift move, I had the shirt off, then it was flittering to the floor. I dropped to my knees and reached first for her right foot and removed her shoe and sock. After doing the same to her left foot, I reached for the front of her jeans, unfastening them and working them down her legs until she lifted each foot up, freeing her from the pants. I stood with her in front of me in nothing but a black lace thong and matching bra.
Reaching out and taking hold of her shoulders, I turned her and made fast work of removing her bra. With a finger curled on each side of the tiny band on the thong, they soon followed the rest of her clothes, topping off the pile already on the floor. Everything about Gabriella called to me: her scent, her taste, her touch.
Everything with her overloaded my senses. Before I knew it, I was trailing kisses and taking nips as I worked my way down her neck, then across her collarbone, and down until I reached her breasts. Tonguing one nipple, then biting gently only to move my mouth over and do the same to the other breast. I pinched each peaked nipple between two fingers and worked them until Gabriella moaned and clasped her hands on my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin.
My cock throbbed behind the material of my jeans, impatient and anticipating the feel of her warm, wet heat wrapped around me. I wanted to spread her wide and take her hard and fast, but I refused to rush. Gabriella deserved so much more, and I would at least give her everything I had in me.
I snatched the covers on the bed and yanked them down, then swooped her up into my arms. I placed a knee on the bed and laid her down in the middle. After I discarded my clothes, I joined her on the bed.
Kissing her to rekindle the flames, I then started my journey down from her lips to her neck as if following a trail. I stopped to give her breasts attention on my way down. Next, a brief stop at her stomach as I circled my tongue around her belly button. Each hipbone received a kiss. All the while, my hands followed.
By the time I reached my destination, her hands were in my hair, tugging as if to guide me where she needed me the most.
I slid my hands down her body until I reached her thighs, and then I spread her wide. With no hesitation, I stuck my tongue out and licked her from back to front, tasting her, enjoying every moan she released from my efforts. My own groans mixed with hers were the only sounds in the room. As I pushed my tongue through her folds, her back arched, and she dug her nails into my scalp.
“Max,” came out of her mouth on a scream when I sucked her clit between my lips. Then I circled the nub with the tip of my tongue and pushed a finger into her and felt her thighs tremble against my head. “More! Oh my God, I need more!”
Adding a finger into her depths, I pushed in and out as I bit down on the nub that was beginning to swell and peek out from its hood, plump and pink. Flattening my tongue, I put pressure on her clit while I shoved my fingers in as deep as they would go, then pulled my tongue away and sucked the bundle of nerves into my mouth. Her orgasm hit fast, and I deftly used my fingers to help her ride out the tremors.
Once her body went lax, I worked my way back up her body until I laid between her legs, hot, hard, and aching for my own release. Holding my weight on one arm, I leaned down until our lips met. She opened, and I slid my tongue in, sharing her taste with her.
Leaning to the side, I reached down with my free hand and grasped my cock, running the head through her folds. Heat radiated from her center, and I could not hold off any longer. I placed my cock at her entrance, then moved my hand, grabbed behind her knee, and shoved her leg up and out until she was spread wide for me.
With a single snap of my hips, I filled her. I gritted my teeth and held still to give Gabriella a few seconds to adjust. When she shifted her hips, I groaned.
“I need you to start moving, Max. Please.” The last word came out breathlessly as she wiggled under me.
I eased out, then eased back in. Keeping the pace slow and steady as I leaned down and used my mouth and teeth on her nipples while quashing the need to let go of the orgasm that had been building since my first lick of her pussy.
“Please, faster, harder, I need to come, Sir,” Gabriella said as she moved her head from side to side on the mattress. Her hips rising and falling. Her hands grasping the covers at her sides.
I knew she was unaware she said sir. She only referred to me that way when we were at the club. It was something I never needed to hear outside of play. But coming from her, and in the middle of my struggle to keep up the gentle pace, I lost it—my hard-earned control broken by the woman under me.