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Warm and wet, she feels fucking perfect.
I’m thirty-five years old, and despite being married very briefly, I’ve never experienced a connection to a woman like I do to Ren. Not just right now, but since I very first laid eyes on her. I wish I was good with words, articulate enough to let her know how I feel, that Igetwhat a big step it is we’ve just taken. Nothing I can come up with seems adequate. Instead, with my dick buried inside her, I wrap her in my arms and hold her against me. Her tits press against my bare chest, her head rests on my shoulder, as her hair spreads all around us, and I hope that it’s enough.
Chapter 22
Lauren
It feels right.
The weight of his body on mine is different, but not wrong.
His taste, his scent, they’re different too, but not wrong.
The way he pushed inside me, the way he feels now, after such a long time with the same man, of course it feels different, but it doesn’t feel wrong.
It feels right.
My marriage is over. I refuse to feel guilty. I just want to lose myself to the pleasure, and to wipe out the memories of my last experience in a spa. It was that thought that led to my little moment of insanity, in which I decided taking off all my clothes out on Gabe’s deck was a good idea.
I just wanted the getting naked part of out of the way. I hate each and every one of my hang-ups and insecurities and decided to just face them head-on, get naked, and let Gabe decide if he still wanted to go there with me.
I knew what I was doing, knew what getting naked would likely lead to, but with the way things have been going, we were going to end up there at some stage anyway.
And now it was done, I’d taken that final step. Yes, it was fast, no, I wasn’t ready, and yes, I absolutely still needed time to heal from my husband’s betrayal, but right now, I’m exactly where I want to be, with a man who,for now, is exactly who and what I need.
Gabe holds me against him, his cock buried deep, warm water bubbling all around us, and as the sky darkens, I take a moment.
My head’s spinning, skin tingling, body vibrating. I’m unsure if I’m hot or I’m cold, if my senses are heightened, or if I’m tripping on the edge of reality.
Gabe’s hands slide up my back, over my arms, into my hair, and around to my jaw. Dragging my eyes from the stars beginning to make themselves known in the darkening sky, I lock them with his blues. He holds me in place as his mouth once again finds mine, and what starts as gentle soon becomes a frantic tangle of lips and tongues. He bites on my bottom lip, and I claw at his scalp and shoulder. His hands move to cup my arse cheeks, helping me rise on my knees before sliding back down on him.
With me wrapped around him, Gabe stands and turns us around. Setting me down on the edge of the spa, he slides back inside me. Locking my legs around the back of his thighs and my arms around his neck, I lean back against the deck and bring him down with me.
We move, our pace slow as we enjoy the sensation of our bodies gliding and grinding together. Bending my knee up towards my shoulder, he angles deeper.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispers in my ear, his hot breath making me shudder as it dances across my skin.
Holding his weight off me with his elbows, he looks down to where his body meets mine, and for a moment, I fight the panic I feel at what he might see. My tits are bouncing, my belly no doubt wobbling with each drive of his hips, but all doubt leaves my overthinking brain when he slides my arse to the edge of the spa. My legs hang over the side; still in the water, my feet land on the seat that runs around the edge, the position giving me the traction I need to push back against Gabe as he stands, eyes still fixed to where he’s moving in and out of me, we both watch as he brings his fingers to my clit, he applies just the right pressure and begins to circle them.
It’s too much, he’s too far away, and I have to grip at my own hair because Gabe’s is out of reach. I watch as his eyes travel up my body, focusing on my tits as they bounce. His fingers continue to work at my clit, and I let out a groan as my back arches. His eyes finally meet mine, and he begins to shake his head slowly.
“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous. You aresofucking gorgeous, Ren.”
My head falls back, my stomach and every internal muscle below my waist clench tight as my orgasm begins to roll through me.
My legs and my insides feel weak, and my head feels light, but before I’m ready to relinquish the last of my high, Gabe’s grip on my hips tightens as he picks up his pace, and I switch my attention from all that I’m feeling, to focus on him.
His eyes close for long moments but find mine each time they open. Brows drawn down, lips slightly parted, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than Gabriel Wild as he comes.
“Ren.” I barely hear the sigh of my name as he leans forward and buries his face into the side of my neck.
Eyes closed; I breathe in the scent I’ve been surrounded with for the past week. It’s all that is Gabe, his home, his sheets, shampoo, and shower gel. The clothes of his I’ve been wearing. It’s the smell of safety and hope.
I expect his hips to stop moving. They don’t. He again stands upright, continuing to move in and out of me and with slow, luxurious strokes, he stares down and watches.
With one hand cupping the side of my face, he uses the fingers of the other to again trail a path from my throat, through my cleavage, down my belly to the landing strip of hair above where we remain connected.
The timer on the jets runs out, the bubbles stop, and all I can hear is the voice of Adele.
