Page 66 of I Dreamt That You Loved Me
Gabriel held my hand and never let go.
A few days later, when I got home from work, I followed the music to Annika’s old room and peeked inside where I found Gabriel, shirtless and sweaty in nothing but boxers, with a paint roller in his hand.
We’d chosen the paint together. Gabriel thought it was a good color to promote creativity. “It looks like you. Passionate, creative, and sexy.”
That pretty much sold me on the dark purple, and now that I saw it on the walls, I thought it was the perfect choice. It might have had something to do with the paint streaked across Gabriel’s chest.
He was lanky but he had really great arms and he had abs which had surprised me the first time I saw him naked. He told me he did chin-ups on the scaffolding and push-ups every day to burn off steam.
What he hadn’t mentioned was that he did the push-ups when he was in a handstand, something I’d witnessed last week.
I wanted to live up to the sexy part of the equation, so I slipped away before he noticed me and returned a few minuteslater, theatrically draping myself against the doorframe in my little getup.
It only took Gabriel a few seconds to look over, and when he did, he did such an exaggerated double-take that I couldn’t stop laughing.
He dropped the roller onto the paint tray and strode over to me with a little more swagger in his step than usual.
“Welcome home, baby.” His gaze roamed over my lacy black lingerie. I was a B cup but the underwire did wonders for my boobs and made me look like I had actual cleavage. Gabriel traced his finger over the scalloped edge of the bra and dipped inside, circling the tiny pearl sewn into the black bow. “I could get used to this.”
“Don’t expect this every night. By tomorrow I’ll be back to slouching around in my ratty T-shirt with no makeup and my unwashed hair in a lopsided bun.”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” he said, skimming his hands down my sides and gripping my hips. “You’re wearing the boots that almost got me into a fight.”
“I can’t even imagine you fighting.”
“I’m a lover, not a fighter.” He kissed me and it was such a dirty kiss that my whole body flushed with heat. “But I’d fight for you,” he murmured against my lips.
Just like that, I dropped to my knees, yanked down his boxers and sucked his dick. Any guy who would fight for me deserved that and more. It didn’t take much to get him hard.
“Whoa. You loved that, huh?” he said, palming the back of my head.
I looked up at him from between my lashes. “Maybe I just love your dick.” I swirled my tongue around the tip, teasing him, and cupped his balls, putting a little pressure on them.
“And my dickdefinitelyloves you?—”
He broke off on a curse when I took all of him, as much as I could. I’d never loved giving blow jobs until Gabriel. Now I couldn’t get enough. I could suck his dick all day long.
Metallica’s “Master of Puppets” was blasting from the speakers and the music urged me to go faster and harder. My mouth, my tongue, my hand cupping him, feeling the weight, squeezing gently, while my other hand gripped the base.
“Jesus.” Gabriel fisted my hair and planted his free hand on the doorframe for support. His abs tensed, and he shuddered, throwing his head back. “Fuuuck.”
Warm liquid filled my mouth. I never swallowed but with Gabriel, I drank every last drop and licked my lips.
I even loved the way he tasted, that was how far gone I was.
He pulled me to my feet, wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair. “This is starting to feel like an addiction,” he said, his voice low, husky.
Then, without warning, he turned me around and pressed me against the wall, kicking my legs apart. I looked over my shoulder as Gabriel trailed one finger down my spine slowly, like he was counting each vertebra.
My stomach fluttered and my nipples tightened almost painfully. He kissed my shoulder and scraped his teeth over it as his arm wrapped around my middle, fingers tracing my panties. My breathing grew shallow as his fingers nudged the strip of lace aside and gathered the wetness before sliding inside.
Panting, I took one hand off the wall and cupped my breast, pinching my nipple between my thumb and index finger.
Every time his thumb brushed my clit, I clenched around his fingers as they reached and curled, stroking. He yanked on my hair so my neck arched and it was almost too much. Almost.
I squeezed my nipple and pushed back against his hand, whimpering. He pressed his lips against the side of my neck and whispered in my ear, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Just the sound of his voice sent me over the edge. My legs shook and I collapsed against the wall until Gabriel turned me around and pulled me against him, holding me with one arm and sucking his fingers into his mouth, groaning. “You taste so good.”
