Page 72 of It's Always Been You
Gabe grasps my thighs in both of his hands and lifts my lower body, holding me tightly against his mouth as he eats me like a man possessed. I explode, crying his name as I’m hit with wave after wave of deep, consuming pleasure. I’m exhausted. I’ve never felt so alive. No one but Gabe can make me feel this way.
When I finally come down and slide bonelessly into the mattress, Gabe stands, stripping off his boxer briefs and climbing over me, covering my body with his. I get a brief flash of a thigh tattoo I didn’t know he had and make a mental note to explore it later when my brain isn’t broken from back-to-back orgasms and the weight of a gorgeous man on top of me.
“You did so well, Rory baby,” he says, tracing his thumb down my face, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine, licking into my mouth and feeding me the remnants of my release. So filthy. So hot. “Giving me all your cum like that, letting me lick it all up. Now I want to give you mine. Can I come inside you, baby? Make you mine?”
I can hear the question without him having to ask it. My brain doesn’t rebel at the wordmine. I don’t want to wish it awayor pretend I don’t hear it. I want to grab onto it with both hands and hold it close. Make it true.
“I’m already yours, Gabe. Show me you’re mine. Come inside me. Please. I don’t want anything between us. I’m on birth control and I’ve never not used a condom. Except with you.”
Gabe leans down and kisses me slow and deep until my head spins and my breaths come in pants. He rocks his hips forward, sliding his hard cock against my pussy, coating himself in me, making me gasp into his mouth when his tip nudges my clit. When he breaks away, his face is serious, even as he continues to rock his cock against me.
“I haven’t gone bare with anyone except you either. Not that there were very many. No one could ever compare to you, so after a while I stopped trying. If I didn’t have you, I didn’t want anyone. You’re a part of me, Rory. You always have been. Even when I didn’t have you, you were still a part of me.”
I reach up and frame Gabe’s face with my hands. I think this is my favorite part of us. How Gabe can call me his dirty whore one minute and make me come twice in a row so hard I forget my name. And then the next he gives me the most beautiful words anyone has ever said. Love for him just spills out of me.
“No one compared to you either. Ever. Now, can you please get inside me and remind me what I’ve been missing all these years?”
“Anything for you, Rory. Eyes on me baby, okay? When I push this cock inside of you for the first time in ten years, you keep your eyes on me.”
As if I could look anywhere else. Gabe’s eyes are deep pools of blue, and his dark hair falls over his forehead. His face is a mask of restraint, concentration, and the deepest desire as he hooks an arm under one of my knees, spreading me wide. Then he notches his cock at my entrance and pushes inside of me slowly.
And it’s good. It’s so fucking good that my vision blurs, and this time, a tear slips down my face. Gabe leans down and kisses it away. Our moans mingle together, but it’s more than pleasure. More than the joining of bodies. It’s the joining of souls and a homecoming and two people who were never meant to be apart returning to each other.
“That’s my girl,” Gabe rasps, wrapping the leg he’s holding around his hip and resting his forearms on the bed by my head. “You’re taking me so fucking well, Rory. This tight little pussy was made for me.”
Gabe pulls out and rocks back in, rolling his hips against me and hitting my clit perfectly as he fills me back up, and we both groan. Needing to be closer, I reach up and grab his neck, pulling his head down to kiss him. It’s deep and desperate, and he fucks my mouth with his tongue the same way he fucks my pussy with his cock—with long steady strokes that have my body humming and another orgasm rising, fast and furious.
“I can feel you clenching around me,” Gabe murmurs against my mouth and his lower body pistons in and out of me. “So tight. So fucking good. You’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, wrapping my other leg around his waist and lifting my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. “You feel so good. So, so good, Gabe. Oh, my god.”
“I feel good because I’m all fucking yours. Now, come for me, Rory. I want all your orgasms. They belong to me. Give me what’s mine.”
Gabe latches his mouth onto my pulse and sucks while he pulls out almost to the tip and then slams back in. I go off like a rocket, crying out as my orgasm rolls through me and I see stars.
I’m not even done coming when Gabe slides an arm between me and the bed, rolling us over so I’m sprawled over him and he’s on his back, still buried inside me. He’s rock hard, and the look on his face when he gazes up at me is heat and desire andfucking reverence. I don’t know how I lived for ten years without seeing him look at me like this.
I was only living half a life.
“You are gorgeous up there, sitting on my cock. Ride me, baby. Fuck the cum right out of me.”
Gabe reaches up and covers my breasts with his hands, rolling and tweaking my nipples.
“You’re so deep,” I gasp, rolling my hips over him. “I forgot how big you are.”
“I’m the perfect size for you, Rory.”
He is. Everything about him is perfect for me.
While I rock over him, he pushes a hand up, wrapping it around my throat, squeezing gently. He drops his other hand to my apex, thumbing my clit while he fucks up into me, a moan ripping from my throat.
“I can’t,” I gasp out. “It’s too much. I can’t come again. There’s no way.”
Gabe’s hand tightens around my throat, and he rolls his thumb over my clit. I whimper. His eyes glint. “You can and you will. The Molly Jenkins I knew wasn’t a quitter. So, get those beautiful hips moving and Fuck. This. Cock.”
He punctuates each word with a punishing thrust from below and holy fucking shit. College Gabe was hot. But grown man Gabe? This Gabe? Pull the fucking fire alarm and douse me in ice water because I’m about to burn down the building.
I do exactly as he says. I lift up and slam back down, rolling my hips against him. The hand on my throat tightens just on the right side of discomfort, making my vision blur and heightening every sensation. His thumb on my clit never stops moving. Rolling, circling, teasing as I fuck him hard and fast, and he meets me thrust for thrust.
