Page 76 of Keeping Winter

I just nod, my hands skimming up his chest and around the back of his neck to tangle in his thick black locks. And then his lips are crushing mine once more. His hands move down my body, exploring my newly found curves. I have to say, breastfeeding is a miracle weight-loss program. I’m back down to my trim form mere months from giving birth. Still, my breasts are engorged, swollen with the milk for our daughter.

Thankfully, I breastfed before putting Brigitte down because Gabriel’s hand fondles me with a kind of desperation that almost hurts. His hands move down my body, molding around the curve of my ass, and he yanks my thighs up around his waist, lifting me off the floor.

I can feel his hard cock pressing adamantly against me through his jeans and mine, grinding into me with need.

“Take me to our room,” I gasp, and he obeys.

His lips never leave mine as he feels his way toward the bed, and I cling to him, my kisses as hungry and desperate as his own. We collapse onto the bed together, him on top of me, my legs wrapped around him as I grind my hips upward against his cock.

He groans into my mouth, dry humping me, and it feels as though we’re horny high schoolers again, so desperate to fuck but trying not to get caught. His hands press adamantly at my shirt, pushing it up over my stomach and breasts, and I raise my arms so he can remove it completely.

He groans at the sight of my body, slightly different now that I’m a mother. It’s softer now, curvier after having a child, but still trim. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, trailing his hands down over my body. When he reaches the button on my jeans, he quickly undoes them and pulls them down over my hips taking my panties with them, so all I’m left with is a bra.

I arch up off the bed to release the clasp and toss the shred of fabric to the ground. My fingers scrabble along Gabriel’s strong abs as I pull his own shirt up and over his head. He helps me readily and tosses the T-shirt aside. But before I can go for his jeans, he leans forward and takes my nipple between his lips.

I gasp, my fingers twining in his hair once more at the sensual feeling. My nipples are bigger now, darker, now that I have a baby. And yet he shows them the same kind of greedy attention he did before, one hand massaging my left breast while he licks and nibbles my right.

Despite having just breastfed, my body responds readily. I feel the familiar pulling sensation as the milk starts to pour into Gabriel’s mouth. I can tell it startles him. He wasn’t expecting to taste my breastmilk, and I laugh quietly at how his body stills and tenses. But even as I find his surprise adorable and humorous, my core tightens at the thought of him tasting the nectar I’ve made.

Gabriel’s tongue skims lightly over my sensitive nub, and then his lips release me so he can look up into my eyes. I see it there, too, that arousal of this unexpected discovery. He eases me back onto the bed, supporting me with his hands, and then he turns his attention to my left breast.

He’s more careful this time, not so much sucking my nipple into his mouth, but closing around it as his tongue flicks back and forth over the tip. My breaths come more rapidly as I find myself creeping toward release even though he hasn’t touched my pussy once yet. I’m so sex starved; I feel like a live wire, humming with electricity.

Gabriel slowly increases his pressure on my nipple, biting it gently and then finally sucking. Once more, I release my natural sustenance into his mouth. He immediately releases me with a groan. Pulling back as he licks his lips, savoring my taste.

“You taste heavenly,” he breathes. Then his lips find the center of my chest and kisses down the length of my cleavage before moving on to my flat stomach.

My scar from where I was stabbed is more prominent now, a red line that’s thicker since it’s not stretched to accommodate my child any longer. Gabriel takes his time to shower it with attention, too, before he moves lower still, traveling closer to the peak between my thighs.

His lips hover just above my clit, and he inhales deeply. The tickle of air across my soaking slit arouses me, and I moan. I’ve been a bit self-conscious of the way I must look down there now that I’ve had a baby.

“You smell so good,” Gabriel murmurs. And then his tongue presses between my folds, lapping at my juices.

My jaw drops open in a silent cry of pleasure, but I try to stay quiet. I don’t want to disrupt the baby. Heaving breaths make my breasts rise and fall violently as he lavishes my pussy with attention, stroking my fold and capturing my clit between his lips as he flicks the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue.

He doesn’t even have to penetrate me. I’m coming already, my hips bucking against his lips as I find intense release for the first time in months. Gabriel’s fingers grip my ass, massaging me as he continues to suck and tease my clit. My juices flow from me, coating his chin as I throb again and again.

Only after I collapse back onto the bed does Gabriel release me with a hum. “I’ve missed eating you out,” he purrs as he leans back to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants.

I would say he thoroughly enjoyed it from the swollen, impressively hard state of his cock. I spread my knees wide, giving him a coy look as I bite my lip, silently begging him to fuck me. His eyes trail hungrily down my curves, and then he falls on top of me. His hands find mine, intertwining our fingers before shoving my hands above my head.

I feel his cockhead pressing adamantly between my slick fold, gliding through my arousal until he finds my entrance. He shoves forcefully inside of me, filling me up with one violent thrust until he’s buried to the hilt. He groans, his forehead dropping onto the pillow beside my head as he stills inside me. I can feel his cock pulsing, ready to explode after months of abstinence.

My pussy clamps around him, desperate for him to fuck me within an inch of my life.

“I want you to fuck me so hard,” I whisper in his ear, and his cock grows impossibly harder.

His lips find mine, and we kiss passionately, his tongue twining with mine. And then he starts to rock inside me, his hips slamming into me with such force that the bed frame creaks with each thrust. Carnal desire fills me, and I buck up against him, intensifying his motion as I change the angle, allowing him deeper.

Shifting to take both of my hands in one, Gabriel combs the fingers of his other hand into my hair and yanks my head back forcefully so he can suck the sensitive skin behind my ear into his mouth. I can feel the skin bruising even as my pussy clenches from the erotic sensation of knowing he’s marking me, claiming my body.

He only releases me when I whimper, barely able to stay quiet. I’m so fucking turned on. His hand moves from my hair, combing down over my breasts and hips until he reaches my thigh. Hooking my knee with his elbow, he forces my leg up as he spreads me wide. He releases my other hand to repeat the motion until both my legs bent up around me, my pussy spread wide for him to brutalize.

“I fucking love your pussy,” he growls. “Myfucking pussy,” he corrects, sawing in and out of me with desperate passion.

I moan, biting my lip to keep from crying out.

“Say it, princess,” he commands, and my clit throbs with the use of his pet name for me. “Tell me your pussy is mine.” He slams into me harder.

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