Page 37 of If You Could Only Feel
“Prove it’s not just about sex,” I said, looking deeply into his angered green gaze. “If you can fuck me all night long, and at the same time, proving that we’re not all just about sex…I’ll…I won’t get a divorce.”
Gabriel’s eyes dilated and the corner of his lip lifted in the most cockiest manner. He thought he knew me so well, that he’s already won. “No more talk about divorce. Not ever taking your rings off ever fucking again. Not another word about other men. And no more talk about how our money is my money,” he stipulated.
I lifted my chin. He was going to lose, so it wasn’t that big of a hardship to agree. “Fine,” I conceded. “We’ll still have a lot of things to work out, but I’ll treat this like a real marriage, and we’ll work through those issues like a real couple.”
This time he full-on grinned, causing his dimples to really pop and making me weak-kneed. “Oh, baby,” he cooed as he tightened his hand around my neck. “I don’t even know where to begin.”
I didn’t comment, but my body started humming when Gabriel started undressing me. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and pulled them down over my legs, along with my pants, and I dutifully stepped out of them.
Next, he whipped my t-shirt up over my head, and just like that, I was standing before him completely naked, eagerly awaiting what was to come next.
I watched with bated breath as Gabriel dropped to his knees and my breath hitched when he hooked my right leg over his shoulder.Sweet Jesus.My head dropped back, my eyes closed, and my fingers swam through his dark hair at the first swipe of his gifted tongue. Gabriel was an expert at everything he did in bed and eating pussy was no exception.
“Oh, God…” I moaned just like he knew he could make me.
Gabriel growled, and the vibrations teased my pussy and my left leg bent a little in sublime pleasure. His hands were cupping the back of my thighs, holding me up, as he kept his face buried between my thighs. Each lick was long, firm, and languidly fluid between my folds. Maybe being married to him for the rest of my life wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.
I was deep in thought about his skills when he paused long enough to say, “I’m not going to stop fucking with your pussy until you’ve cum so many times, it actually hurts you.” I felt a pang in my chest at his words. He was doing the complete opposite of what I challenged him to do. He was making this all about sex and I wanted more.
Gabriel must have sensed the shift in my mood because, all of the sudden, he stood up, and lifting me so that my legs and arms were wrapped around him, he walked us to the bed and laid me down, covering me with his rock-hard body.
I closed my eyes and waited for his invasion, absolutely positive he was going to tear into me, but instead, he kissed his way back down my body and picked up where he had left off.
Gabriel used his big, strong hands to spread my legs wide, and this time, there wasn’t any place that could hide. He had full access to my core, and he started making out with my pussy. He used his tongues, his lips and his fingers to fill me up and take me to the edge.
The pressure he applied to my clit over, and over again, with the swipe of his tongue had me barreling over the edge in record time. And that brought on the realization that this is the first time Gabriel and I have been in each other’s company and we hadn’t been fucking every second of it.
My heart broke as I grabbed onto his hair and pulled. “Gabriel,” I managed to utter as tremors racked my body and turned my mind into a traitor.
I could feel Gabriel peppering kisses all along the inside of my thighs and it was the sweetest torture. And then he did something…well, odd.
Or, maybe not odd, but something he’s never done before.
He kissed a path of pecks down the inside of my right leg until he reached my ankle, and then he started back up on my other leg.
My body was still coming down off my high when he positioned himself back in between my legs and start lapping up my cream. “I want the taste of you on my tongue every fucking day, Justice,” he breathed right before he went back to eating my pussy. And because I was already sensitive from the first orgasm, it took only a few seconds for the second one to rush out in a tidal wave throughout my body. “Gabriel!”
“What, baby?” he murmured, as he started kissing his way up my body.
I couldn’t speak when he reached my breasts and took the right peak into his mouth and started sucking and nipping away at it. Gabriel held one breast in his hand as he licked and sucked, and his other hand was now snaking its way down my body until his fingers teased my sensitive nub passing over to enter my body. Gabriel sunk two fingers into my still twitching pussy, and it felt glorious.
He curled those digits and was pushing them in and out of my body, making sure to hit my g-spot with each entry. Gabriel was going to make me cum again, and I wasn’t sure if my body would be able to handle it.
And while most girls wouldn’t complain about multiple orgasms, I wanted Gabriel buried deep inside me. I wanted that connection that kept us in each other’s lives all these years later. “Gabriel, please…” I pleaded.
“Please, what?” he mumbled, his mouth still full of my nipple and breast. I didn’t have big boobs, and my body was pretty petite versus being curvy, but Gabriel always made me feel like a goddess in bed.
“Fuck me,” I begged, shamelessly. The one thing Gabriel’s inhibitions in the bedroom did for me was that I wasn’t afraid or embarrassed to ask for what I wanted. No suggestion was too shocking for Gabriel and nothing that ever came out of my mouth turned him off.
I remember the first time I was on my period and Gabriel had come over after school to have sex. He had immediately gone for the button on my jeans, and when I had broken the news to him that I had started my period that morning, he had gone into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and laid it across my bed. When I had asked him what the hell was he doing, he had said I was out of my mind if I thought a little bit of blood was going to keep his cock from being buried inside my pussy.
I had been shocked, appalled and embarrassed. But more than that, I had been turned on. It had turned me on knowing that Gabriel wanted me above what was polite in society. Throughout our lives together, Gabriel has neglected in giving me a lot of things but making me feel desired has never been one of them.
“Nu uh, baby,” he said as he moved to work on my other breast, still pumping me full of his fingers.
I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look down at him. “What do you mean, ‘nu uh’?”
He didn’t stop what he was doing with his fingers, but he took his mouth off my tit long enough to look at me and say, “I have every intention of fucking you with my fingers and my tongue until you can’t cum anymore, Justice. And the second you’re passed out on this bed, I’m going to go take a shower and rub one out, then come back in here and sleep with you in my arms.”
