Page 75 of Between Now and Forever
He chuckles, the sound low and gravelly. It prickles my already sensitive libido. He positions himself at my opening. Then holding my gaze, he enters me in one hard, swift, delicious movement.
I yell, lifting my chin to the ceiling and closing my eyes for fear they’ll pop out of my head. I’m filled so completely, so fully, that I only pray I’m breathing.
He pumps in and out of me. “I thought you weren’t a screamer?”
“Me too,” I say through gritted teeth.
“You feel so good, Gabrielle. Even better than I imagined.”
My hips tilt for him. “Right there. Oh, my—fuck, Jay.” I wince at the force of the waves rolling through me. “Right there.”
“Watching you makes it hard not to lose it.”
Tears dot the corners of my eyes. Every muscle tenses. I grip his shoulders as my legs begin to shake.
“Look at me,” he says.“Look at me, Gabrielle.”
I open my eyes. He holds my gaze.
His arms shake and my knees fall to the side. My ankles slip apart and down his sides.
The carpet burns my back. I simply don’t care.
He fucks me harder, deeper, watching me with rapt attention.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Gabrielle. Fuck, I couldn’t stay away.”
His cock is phenomenal,but the way he looks at me? The way he says my name?That’s the true event.
I’ve never felt more beautiful, more wanted, in my life.
“I’m going to come,” I say, bracing for the surge of energy building in my core. “Just a couple more times and I’m ...”
The words won’t come out. They’re stuck in my throat.
Sweat drips from his chin and hits my chest.
“Where do you want me to—”
“Ah!” I yell, my body trembling uncontrollably.
“Fucking hell,”he says, thrusting faster. “I’m getting too close. I’m going to have to—”
The orgasm hits me like a freight train. I yell again, too enveloped in bliss to be embarrassed.
“Don’t stop,” I say, my tits bouncing as he drives into me. The force of the orgasm is too much, too hard. I close my eyes and absorb the intensity. “God, Jay.Don’t stop.”
“Fuck!” He slams into me. The sound of our bodies together fills the room. “Gabrielle ...”
I force myself to look, to watch him fall apart. And it’s a sight worth the effort.
His arms shake. His throat flexes. His jaw clenches so hard I’m afraid it’ll break. His hips roll as he empties himself, milking every bit of the orgasm that just destroyed me in the best way.
He’s a vision of masculinity—of a beautiful man falling apart ... over me.
I lean up, taking his face in my hands. He looks down and his arms buckle. I pull him to me, taking his mouth with mine.
He falls onto his shoulder, then brings me against his side.
