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“I won’t go any further than this if you don’t want me to,” he said, returning his lips to the spot on my tummy that had seemed lost and lonely during the few seconds his lips had left it.
“I want you to.” My huffed voice barely able to speak.
“You want me to what?” he asked in between the kisses.
I licked my lips and closed my eyes.
“Gabrielle, I need you to say it.”
“Make love to me, Brodie.”
Chapter 37
Brodie
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God, those five little words stiffened my cock to a degree I didn’t think possible. Hearing her tell me to make love to her made me realize how much I’d been in love with her all along. The sensation of her body underneath mine, and the way she shivered when I spoke seemed very erotic to me. I’d never taken this much care with a woman before. I needed her to know I wasn’t just having sex with her. If things worked out between us—which I’d do my damnedest to make sure of—I doubted I’d ever just have sex again. It would always be lovemaking with Gabrielle.
I took the liberty of kissing her thighs, caressing her soft skin, taking in the sweet exotic scent of jasmine and vanilla she always wore. A scent that drove me crazy.
I loved how her breath had hitched when I’d told her I wanted to make love to her. Her entire body had quivered. I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to treat her like all the other women I’d been with.
I inched her shirt up, revealing perfect breasts, begging to be released from the black lace bra she wore. I glanced at her to make sure she was okay. “Can I take this off?”
She nodded, and I pulled the tank up over her head. Her hair caught in the folds and she winced a little, but I managed to get them free. “Sorry.”
She placed her arms over her chest again, and I slowly removed them. Something triggered a thought in the back of my mind. A conversation we’d had weeks ago on the way to town. I had to know. “Gabrielle, are you a virgin?”
A tear dripped down her cheek, and I was sorry I’d asked, realizing I could have just waited and found out. The last thing I wanted to do was spoil the moment, but she nodded. I don’t know why, but the idea of her never having been with anyone before me filled me with joy. “I’ll try and be gentle, I promise.”
“I trust you.”
“You do?” I asked, adding as much incredibility to my tone as possible.
That made her laugh as she said, “Yes.”
Slowly, I pulled the straps of her bra down her arm and reached behind her to release the clasp. I kissed her, putting as much tenderness into it as I could, and splayed my fingers across her abdomen, moving my hand very slowly, inching my way up. She moaned as my hand covered her right breast. Taking her nipple in between my thumb and finger, I watched as her hips bucked slightly, and I knew she was enjoying what I was doing.
This was a far cry from the frenzied way we’d started this evening, but I was glad I’d decided to take a step back and slow down. Gabrielle deserved tenderness and delicate precision, and I wanted to give her that with all of my heart.
After I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, tossing them on the floor, I smiled at the matching black lace panties she wore. I quickly got up and took off my own clothes, all except my boxers. I didn’t want her to feel as if she were there on display. Lying back down beside her, both of us in our underwear I took her mouth with mine. Tasting every inch of her and exploring her body with my hands before slipping a couple of my fingers down inside her panties where a soft mound of curls awaited further exploration. The prospect made me even harder, and I knew Gabrielle could feel my cock against her thigh as it twitched with eager excitement.
“I want to give myself to you. I want you to make love to me.”
I just about came undone, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to lose it and plunge into her right then. This girl would be the death of me. I knew I was falling, falling hard. “Baby, we are making love,” I huffed with heavy breath against her lovely neck.
Chapter 38
Gabrielle
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Brodie slowly pulled my panties down and off, then removed his own boxers. I knew my eyes must have doubled in size when I saw him completely naked that way. He was gorgeous, every muscle in his chest to every ripple of his well-toned stomach was perfect. My eyes traveled to the v-shaped indents leading to his … oh my ever loving God, how would that ever fit inside of me? I had to admit, I hadn’t seen a full-grown man this naked before, and I suddenly understood what all the fuss was about.
Brodie placed his fingers under my chin and closed my gaping mouth as he came to rest beside me. “You can still back out,” he said as he positioned his body over mine.
I shook my head. “No, I want to. More than anything.” I did. I needed to. I’d only had one experience with sex before, and that was a long time ago. An experience I’d like to forget, but knew I never would, at least not completely. But with this new experience, I knew I’d have a better way of coping with that other one if I allowed Brodie to make love to me. To show me the way a man is supposed to love a woman. Brodie made me feel special. I hadn’t lied about being a virgin, I was.
