Page 71 of Tattered and Torn

When my gaze lingers on his face, he says, “It was a long time ago, Gabrielle. Don’t fret over it. I hardly remember anything from that day.”

I don’t know if that’s true, or if he’s saying that so I won’t feel bad for him. Mentally, I shake myself. This moment is supposed to be about him. I don’t want to bring him down by stirring up bad memories.

I press my hand to his bare chest and push him onto his back once more. Then I wrap my fingers around his erection.

When he makes a sound that’s half groan, half growl, I smile.

He’s hard, the length of him firm and defying gravity. When I draw him into my mouth, he sucks in a sharp breath and fists the sleeping bag beneath him. His eyes are clenched shut, and I get the feeling he’s trying to hold on. I may not be the best or the most experienced when it comes to giving a man a blowjob, but he seems to think I’m doing fine.

I’ve watched enough soft porn videos to have a decent idea of how to use my mouth and hands on him. His chest rises hard and fast, and he’s about to rip a hole in the sleeping bag, so I figure I must be doing something right.

I lick and suck on him, rim the crown, stroke the long hard length of him. I feel a vein pulsing underneath my tongue and fingers. When I reach down to cup his sac, he blows out a rough breath.

I lick around the rim of his head, then draw him in all the way to the back of my throat.

“Gabrielle, fuck!” The words are ripped out of him.

So I keep doing what I’m doing, enjoying every second of it. Enjoying the feel of him underneath my fingers and in my mouth. But most of all, I’m enjoying his reaction. The sounds of his pleasure.

Suddenly, he sits up, yanks my panties off me, and pulls me astride him.

“Fuck! Condom!” He leans way over, catching me when I almost topple off him, to grab the condom packet. He tears it open with his teeth and quickly rolls it on. Then he slips an index finger between my legs, touching me gently, sliding through my arousal. “Thank God!” he says.

Oh, I’m plenty wet. I think I’ve been that way most of the day, anticipating this very moment.

“I have lube in my satchel,” he says. “Do you want it?”

Shaking my head, I push him back down so he’s lying flat before I straddle his thighs. I guide him to my opening.

He mutters something raw and rough, and I can’t quite make out the words. I get the gist though, because when I start to lower myself on him, he clenches his jaws.

I gasp when the head of him presses inside me. I rock on him, slowly working myself down his long shaft. He fills me exquisitely, stretching me perfectly. The feeling of fullness is delicious.

He looks up at me with a heated gaze. “You are so damn beautiful.” Then he cups my breasts with his warm palms, gently covering them, holding them, molding them to his palms. His thumbs brush over my nipples, making them pucker tightly.

Heat rushes through me, from head to toe. Every inch of me is aroused. Once I’m almost fully seated, I begin to move, slowly at first, then with more confidence. He reaches for my hands and presses them to his chest so I have something to brace myself on.

I rock myself on him, adjusting the angle so he’s hitting my sweet spot.

He groans loudly. “You’re killing me, honey.”

Once my body adjusts to him, I start to move faster. His hands grip my hips, and he helps me raise and lower myself on him. Eventually, he bucks his hips, thrusting into me, and I grip his wrists to hold on. He’s incredibly strong, thrusting deep and hard.

“Okay?” he pants.

“Yes.” I gasp, my own breathing picking up as feelings of pleasure swamp me.

He reaches between my legs, and his thumb starts rubbing circles on my clit, alternating between firm and soft touches. Tingles shoot up my spine, and my belly clenches tightly. My body clamps down on him, squeezing him, and increasing the sweet friction between us. Our gazes meet, and neither one of us looks away.

We come at the same time. My body has turned to mush, and I nearly collapse on him. John thrusts one last time, so deep his hips raise off the mat as he sinks deep inside me. He catches me when I lose my balance.

“Oh, wow,” I say. My heart is pounding. “I thought this only happened in romance books.”

“What?”

“Climaxing at the same time.”

He smiles as he sits up and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. The night air feels cool against my damp skin, and I shiver.

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