Page 81 of Match Point

“I don’t want you to ever sto—ohhhh.”

I gasped as the hand clutching my ass moved deeper, until his soapy fingers were pushing against my tight backdoor. One finger circled my entrance slowly, coating it, before the tip slid inside.

I had never done anything like that before. The idea didn’t turn me on, and I was self-conscious enough that I didn’t think I would ever want to try it. But I was totally clean in the shower, and Ididtrust Gabriel, and with the way his cock was pumping into me at the same time…

His finger feltgood.

“Yes?” he breathed. “Or no?”

I bobbed my head quickly, not trusting myself for words.

Gabriel didn’t push too fast; he kept just the tip of his finger there, allowing me to get used to it while he fucked me. And just when I wanted more, he slid the finger deeper—another knuckle. It was so strange, because I couldfeelit inside of me, his finger rubbing against his thick shaft from two different holes. The sensation quickly built like a wildfire, spreading pleasure everywhere until I was gasping and moaning.

“Where is it?” Gabriel asked. “Where is my finger?”

“My ass,” I breathed while rubbing my clit faster.

“Tell me again,” he demanded, his forehead pressed against mine and our lips almost touching. “I love to hear you say it.”

“It’s in my ass. You’re fingering myass.”

As the word left my lips, a powerful orgasm shook my body. It overwhelmed all of my senses—deafening like the rush of the ocean, and blinding like the sun. A ragged scream escaped my throat, pushing all the air out of my lungs as wave after wave of pleasure destroyed me. The duel stimulating from Gabriel’s cock and finger kept it going, over and over, a never-ending bliss that I couldn’t withstand.

And then he was crying out with me, his hard length pulsing inside of me. I clamped my internal muscles around him and forced my eyes open so I could see the pleasure on his beautiful face, a pleasure so intense it almost looked like pain in his wide eyes. The other fingers of his hand clutched my ass and held me against him as he bottomed out inside of me, pushing as deep as he could while filling me with his seed.

“Have you fantasized about this?” Gabriel asked me as we got out of the shower and toweled off.

“No!” I replied. “Never. That’s never turned me on at all.”

His face paled. “If I had known…”

I quickly kissed him. “I was surprised. But in a good way. I never thought it would feel sogood.”

And I meant it, too. There was something ridiculously forbidden about that kind of thing, and now that I had done it once, I wanted to try it again.

“I bet it feels better with the real thing,” I said.

He grinned. “It feels better for me. But for you, I think you need to be warmed up. It takes time.”

“I want to try!” I said excitedly. “Over time, I mean. How do you do that? With… toys? Bigger ones each time?”

Gabriel’s smile widened. “I have never seen this side of you.”

“I never knew this side of me existed! You woke something.” I tapped him on the chest. “And it’s not going back to sleep.”

“Perhaps we will have some fun tomorrow,” he said. “Before I leave.”

We ended upnottrying it the next day because Gabriel had to leave early after getting a call from his agent. “Apparently he booked a charity event at Versailles without telling me,” he explained while quickly packing his bag. “He did not know I was in New York.”

“Technically, we are in New Jersey,” I replied. “You didn’t tell him you were coming?”

“I told him to clear my schedule this weekend. He does not need to knoweverydetail of my life. Although, in this specific situation, it would have been ideal for him to know.”

“We’ll just have to have fun when you come back for the US Open,” I replied. “If you can make room for me between practices and matches.”

He set down his bag by the front door and took me into his arms. “Nothing could stop me.”

“Even though this is an important tournament? It’s your chance at winning a calendar grand slam, something only two other men have done.”

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