Page 53 of Ropers Can't Tie Knots
“Jesus, Hunter…” he pants as I spread his cheeks wider and tongue his hole. The moans he makes…damn. “Gimme more, please…”
“More what, counsellor?” Lifting my chest, I bring a finger to his entrance and trace a circle as Gabe’s chest heaves. His hand goes to his dick when I push my finger inside, and he arches his head back into the pillow with a sigh. “That. More. You.” He gasps each word on an exhale, and when his gaze finds mine, the world stops spinning.
If a single glance could brand my skin, this was it. Gabe wants more, and it’s not just the action between the sheets.
Crawling up his body, I reach over to the nightstand for the lube. Gabe pulls my neck down to kiss me before I can slick myself up, and he sidetracks me with more deep kisses. While I’m under the spell of his tongue in my mouth, he’s taken the lube from me and now strokes me with a slippery hand.
“Counsellor…you’re sneaky,” I mumble against his lips.
“Just wanted to help,” he says as he lies back, and the air in the room crackles as I settle back over him. “Hunter…”
He reaches for my shoulders as I press into him. His fingers dig into my flesh as he puffs out a long breath. “Fuck….” His heels dig into my ass, holding me in place, and I’m okay with that. My lips find his neck, and Gabe releases his grip enough for me to rock my hips. “God, yes…” he moans, and allows me a little more room to move.
Sex has never felt this charged for me. I thought the first time with Gabe was a fluke. Both of us were just horny and up in our heads. But that’s not it at all. His legs wrapped around me as his leaking cock slides across my stomach is like a key fitting the lock you thought you’d never open. Maybe it’s love, or maybe it’s just because he’s a wildly attractive man, but whatever’s making this feel so much more grips me in a way I can’t ignore.
“I want to come in you.” I breathe across his ear and snap my hips harder.
“Fuck…yes.” His hands grab my ass cheeks and urge me forward, harder but not faster. Gabe wants this slow, and he deserves it. “Let me feel you, doll.” He stretches his head up for a kiss, and I can’t resist those plush lips. “Get lost in me, Hunter.”
Pressing down into him, I chase his lips and try to do just that. Our bodies, now slick with sweat, slide together as I keep the pace Gabe wants. His fingers dance over my back before sliding into my hair.
“Hunter…” Gabe tugs on my hair and kisses me. It’s a kiss that feels like home.
And then my orgasm hits me unprepared. “Fuck, Gabe…” A hot flash of pleasure surges over me.
I unload into him so hard and fast I’m panting for breath. How can his kiss be what sends me over the edge like that? It takes mea moment to realize he’s still hard as a rock between us and I’m crushing him into the mattress with my full weight. My arms gave out with that kiss. When I pull away, he brings his hand to his dick, but I grasp his wrist with a shake of my head.
“Let me,” I whisper as I kneel between his legs and spread him wider. Gabe’s breathing is so fast, I’m afraid he might hyperventilate if I don’t finish him quickly. “You’re close?”
He nods with a swallow and raises his hips. I get it. Sliding two fingers in his ass, his eyes roll back. “I’m right there, doll. Fuck…” My other hand wraps around his leaking cock as I find his sweet spot. Gabe arches off the bed with a silent scream as he comes over my fist. He’s fucking beautiful like this. A thin layer of sweat coats his skin, and his entire body glows.
There’s an intensity right now between us that takes my breath away. His body relaxes fully into my mattress, and he closes his eyes with a sweet smile as I lower myself next to him.
Placing a kiss on his shoulder, I tell him I’ll be right back. Once in the bathroom, I wet a few washcloths with warm water to clean Gabe up. When I return, he’s snoring softly, and I can’t wipe the big, stupid grin off my face.
This man is the one for me.
But how do I know if I’m the one for him?
fifteen
Gabe
The howling wind outside draws me from my restful sleep.
The bone-tired exhaustion that hit me like a tonne of bricks after Hunter rocked my world slowly slides away, and I recount the happenings of last night. His strong arm rests across my chest, and I let my fingers trail across his skin. I’m snuggled up to the man as the little spoon and I wiggle my ass back into him, perfectly content in this cocoon of post-sex bliss.
The bedroom still carries the scent of our recent passion, and his arm, heavy around my body, is the only thing that makes me believe I’m actually sharing Hunter’s bed with him.
Last night was scary with Mack, but what happened in this room, hell, even in the barn, breathes new hope into this turning out how I want.
His arm tightens around my chest, and sleepy words leave his lips in the stillness of the dark room.
“Counsellor…do you need something?”
I didn’t before, but now that his warm breath caresses my skin and his arm flexes across my chest, I want him again with a longing that feels displaced since he’s right next to me.
“Can you fuck me like this?” My voice sounds hoarse and unused. “Just…slow?”
