Page 90 of Vicious Temptation
Gabriel slides my dress up, his breath catching at what he sees beneath. “Did you plan this?” he murmurs, draping the dress over the back of a nearby chair and letting his gaze slide over the black lace bra and panties; that’s all I’m wearing now.
I shake my head. “Not really,” I admit. “I thought—maybe. I guess I just thought I should be prepared.”
“I’m not complaining.” A smile teases the corners of Gabriel’s mouth as he slides his palms beneath my breasts, cupping them through the lace as he drags his thumbs over my nipples. I gasp, and he bends down suddenly, scooping me into his arms as he carries me towards the bed.
I let out a small squeak of surprise, and before I know it, he’s laying me back against the pillows on the smooth bedspread. He shrugs off his open shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and I lick my lips, looking at all that smooth, chiseled muscle.
“Take off the pants, too,” I whisper, and Gabriel smirks.
“Alright,” he concedes. “But after that, I’m leaving the rest on until you’re ready for me.”
A flush heats my skin at the thought of what that might entail. I stare as Gabriel drags down his zipper, pushing his pants down his hips, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark blue boxer briefs, the unmistakable bulge of his cock straining at the fabric.
He slides onto the bed to join me, leaning over me as he brushes a lock of hair out of my face and leans in to kiss me. The kiss is soft and slow, his lips brushing over mine, and he deepens it slowly as he teases my nipples with his fingertips until they’re stiff against the black lace. His hand curves around my back, finding the clasp of my bra, and he draws in a deep breath as he slips the garment free.
“I’ve thought about seeing you naked so many times,” he groans, tossing the bra away, his hands immediately sliding over my breasts. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Bella. So beautiful?—”
We’ve barely started, and I already feel like I’m on fire, my breathing fast and heavy, a warm ache settling between my thighs. I want him so badly, and I let my legs part as Gabriel kneels between them, lowering his mouth to first one breast and then the other as he laves his tongue over my nipples.
When I’m panting and arching against him, wound so tightly that I’m on the verge of begging, he nudges my panties to one side with his hand. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans, two fingers slipping into me. “And so fucking tight. I’m going to need you to come for me at least once, Bella, or I’ll never get my cock inside of you.”
He groans as I clench around his fingers, panting as just the sound of those filthy words sends my arousal another notch higher. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” he murmurs, slowly thrusting his fingers inside of me as the pleasure builds. “You like hearing how good you feel just around my fingers, all wet and tight. How I can’t wait to find out how you feel around my cock.”
I nod breathlessly, arching up into his touch. I’m so far beyond being frightened now; nothing left other than the anticipation of what comes next, of falling apart with pleasure and knowing Gabriel will be there to catch me. His thumb rolls over my clit, his other hand on my breast, and my head falls back against the pillows as I gasp and clutch at the sheets.
The orgasm comes faster than I expect. Gabriel has learned what I like, and he touches me exactly the way I want. The steady roll of his thumb matches the slide of his fingers, until I’m bucking and writhing, on the verge—and then I crash over, crying out his name on a ragged moan as I come hard on his hand.
When I look down, I can see how hard he is—straining against the front of his boxer briefs, his muscles tight with arousal. But he just slides lower, fingers still working inside of me. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “When you can take three of my fingers, sweetheart, you’ll be ready for my cock.”
And then, as I’m still gasping from the aftershocks of my first orgasm, he leans in and slides his tongue over my clit.
I moan, my fingers tangling in the blanket as I arch up helplessly against his mouth. I feel swollen and flushed and oversensitive, but somehow, the gentle slide of his tongue combined with the slow stroke of his fingers is exactly what I need. I’m already cresting towards a second orgasm—and then I feel Gabriel press a third finger against my entrance, slowly pushing inside of me.
The fullness makes me gasp, bucking against his hand as I cry out. He grips my hip, holding me steady as he slides his fingers deeper, and I let out a broken moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth, fluttering his tongue in a way that makes me come undone for a second time.
Stars explode behind my eyes. I feel dizzy, floating, my entire body tight, clenching around the thickness of his three fingers as he laps softly at my clit, easing me down as I cry out with another wave of pleasure.
Slowly, Gabriel pulls back, his thumbs hooking in the waistband of his briefs. I stare as his cock springs free, thick and hard, and I momentarily waver, even as desire floods me all over again.
“Is it really going to fit?” I whisper, and Gabriel smirks, reaching down to slide his hand along his shaft as he leans forward.
“That’s why I made you come twice, Bella. But if you want to stop, anytime, you tell me.”
He repeats it as he opens a drawer, pulling out a small foil packet. I bite my lip as I watch him tear it open, rolling the condom down his length as he stretches himself over me, one hand lining his cock up between my legs as the other gently touches my face.
“There’s no way to make this not hurt a little, sweetheart. But if you?—”
“I know.” I swallow hard, looking up at him. “I’ll tell you. But right now—all I want to say is yes.”
Gabriel lets out a shuddering breath, the thick, blunt pressure of his tip nudging against my entrance, and I can tell how much effort it has taken him to hold himself back. His eyes are dark, his jaw tight, his muscles tense as he pushes his hips slowly forward, another long breath leaving his lips as the tip of his cock sinks into me.
His hand fists in the pillow next to my head. “Oh, holy—fuck, fuck—” His jaw tightens, and his entire body shudders as he holds himself still. “God, you feel better than I imagined.”
The thought of him imagining it, of all the times he must have gotten himself off in this very bed imagining it, sends another flood of desire through me. Gabriel feels it, because he groans, hips nudging forward as he sinks another inch into me.
I gasp. Even his fingers couldn’t compare. I feel stretched, taut and full, his cock almost too big, filling me to the point that I can’t imagine taking anything more. I go very still underneath him, pain warring with pleasure as Gabriel slowly slides forward, his mouth a thin line as he concentrates on not going too fast. From the way his muscles are trembling, I know what he wants—to thrust into me, to fuck me the way his every instinct is screaming for him to do—but he won’t. He’ll keep me safe, and that’s why I tangle my legs with his, my arms wrapping around his neck as I arch my hips upwards and pull him deeper into me.
“Oh god—fuck, Bella—” Gabriel lets out a ragged groan, hips flexing as he sinks into me to the hilt. He goes still again, our bodies locked together, his breathing coming in hard gasps as he looks down at my face. “Are you okay?”