Page 9 of Salvation

Dammit. It’s just Hope. She doesn’t care that my shirt is wrinkled.

But I do.

I like to be presentable at all times. My appearance is very important to me.

Her knock becomes insistent, and she calls through the door, “Gabrial, are you in there?”

Nothing to be done about my appearance now. If I don’t open the door, she’ll get impatient.

After smoothing my hair and quickly tucking my shirt in, I open the door just as she’s opening her small backpack purse. Her eyes look up at me and she smiles, stealing my breath, as she sees my disheveled state. Her brows arch. She too knows that I like to be perfectly presentable at all times. “Were you asleep, Gabrial?”

Grinning at her, I reach out and pull her into the house. She squeals as I catch her off guard. The door shuts with a resounding thud, and I immediately press her against the wall. My body firmly presses to hers. Her breath catches as I lean down and run my nose up her neck and stop to breathe into her ear.

She shivers. I grin as I nip at the lobe. Her hands clutch at my elbows. I whisper, “Maybe I was entertaining, and you interrupted that. Why do I have to be sleeping?”

She gasps and her hands tighten on me. My palms are planted on the wall on either side of her body and my lower half is lightly brushing against hers. Her eyes meet mine as she leans her head back. Grinning saucily, she trails her fingertips over my arms and across my chest before dipping down and following the row of buttons over my abs. She only stops as she reaches my waist. Tapping the clasp of my trousers, she leans up to bite my chin. “If that was the case, then you shouldn’t have opened the door. That would be in very bad taste, Gabrial.

“Plus, you wouldn’t have invited me over tonight if you were ‘er entertaining.” My nostrils flare at her blatant flirtation.

She’s right… she’s right and she knows it.

I swoop down and stop just as I line up with her mouth. With a growl, I say, “You know I would never invite you over and then disrespect you by being with someone else. You’re the only woman who sets me aflame, Hope.”

Her eyes flash and her hands grasp my shirt, fisting the wrinkled material, yanking me more firmly against her. She hoarsely mutters, “I know.” As my body collides with hers, my hands leave the wall to grasp her head and my mouth covers hers. Her mouth instantly opens for me, and her hands slide under my shirt to caress the light dusting of hair covering the ripples of muscles of my clenching abdomen. My tongue slides against hers and she mewls into my mouth as her own slides against it. Her hands leave my waist and fist in my hair. Her fingers are spread and she’s yanking, sending shivers of awareness throughout my entire being, centering in my groin. My own hands remove the elastic from her hair and the glorious, thick waves cascade over my hands.

Moaning, I pull back. Hope always does this to me. Every kiss is an electric current and once we touch, the need to consume her overtakes all rational thought. Leaning my forehead against hers, I listen to the combined sounds of our ragged breaths.

Her eyes are luminous as she looks up at me and her lips are red and swollen. My cock jerks against her. She smiles as she feels it and moves her hips, causing more delicious friction between us.

She ducks under my arms and my head swivels to watch her walk away from me, across the foyer. As she reaches the stairs, she puts her hand on the gleaming wooden banister and looks at me before reaching down for the hem of her sweatshirt. With a yank, she removes it. Hope’s hair fans out around her face as she shakes her head. She has a tight Marvel t-shirt on under the sweatshirt and that, too, is quickly discarded. My gaze is riveted on her and my cock is so hard it’s painful.

Turning back around, she ascends the stairs. Her hips are swaying in her worn denim and my gaze is centered on her spine where it meets her shapely ass. Her hands unclasp her bra. She tosses it behind her as she reaches the landing. It falls onto the marble of the foyer before me.

As she disappears around the corner at the top of the stairs, her voice carries down. “Don’t keep me waiting, Gabrial.”

Without hesitation, I mount the stairs, taking them two at a time. My hands yank my shirt apart. Buttons fly and ping against the wall and stairs as they scatter. I don’t even care. Mrs. Lopez can deal with it when she returns.

The shirt is tossed somewhere over the banister as I reach the top and my toes hit the landing. I’m sure it’s pooled somewhere near her bra.

Crossing the hall with a few scant steps, I stalk across the threshold of my room, taking in the beauty on my bed. She’s discarded her jeans and sneakers on her way to the bed and is now sitting in the center in only her delicate pink panties with the sheets tossed back. The moon is shining through the French doors and spotlighting the bed. Her white, blonde hair is glowing as if she’s encased in ethereal light. She looks like an angel. The only thing missing would be room-spanning wings protruding from her back.

She’s an angel alright. An angel who’s tempting me, urging me to seduce her to the dark side. She’s Eve and I’m easily Adam... if not the serpent. If loving Hope means I’m partaking of the forbidden fruit, I’ll gladly be cast out of Eden.

Her hands reach out for me and with a husky voice she says, “Love me, Gabrial. Love me.”

My pants pool on the floor and once naked, I climb over her. When my body covers hers, we both shiver. Using my arms to support myself, I lean back and stare into the face of the woman who owns me. “I do love you, Hope. I’ve always loved you. I’ll be damned if I can deny you anything.”

Her hands reach for me and pull my head down. Our lips once again meet and everything else fades away. Her panties are quickly yanked free and discarded. I know that neither of us can wait. Rolling so Hope hovers over me, I anchor her mouth to mine, and we continue to kiss as she slides one knee over me, straddling my hips. My cock is rigid and straining to be inside of her. She reaches between us and grasps me firmly, lining me up with her entrance, swiping my cock head through her moisture once, circling her protruding nub. Her head falls back as she arches her back and moans. Then, with a groan that reverberates in my mouth, she slowly sinks down onto my shaft, accepting me into her body inch by glorious inch until I’m fully sheathed inside her.

Pausing, she stares into my eyes as she starts out slowly, her hips undulating and swiveling, but then her pace quickens. She breaks the kiss as our teeth clash and she gasps as she raises her hips, gliding over me until only my pulsing tip is buried within her. Her back arches further and her feet plant on either side of my hips. My hands dig into her ass as she slams her hips down, her ass cheeks slapping my balls. She raises herself again, swiveling her hips, gliding over my length again and again. Riding me. Her head is thrown back, and her hair is brushing my thighs as she sensuously moves.

Opening my eyes, I just watch her as she owns me. Her face is uplifted, and the moonlight is glinting in her hair. Her breasts are bouncing around as her pelvis meets mine and her hands are on my thighs, her nails digging into the tense muscles there, splitting the skin. She’s gasping and moaning as she takes what she wants… totally gorgeous.

Her pace quickens and I feel her start to clench around me. Grabbing her hips, I roll us so that I’m above her, pistoning into her over and over, almost brutally. I slam into her again and again, bottoming out and still wanting to fuck her harder, deeper. I want to brand her, mark her with my cock and seed. I want to fuck her and make love to her at the same time until her head is filled with nothing but me.

She owns me…

I want to own her in return.

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