He let her go when she put the omelette under the grill. They stared at each other across the room. She knew there was something different about him, an edge to his character that she’d never seen before. She put his food on a plate and sat down with him while he ate. The silence between them was filled with sexual tension. Her body was hot, and she wanted to beg him to make love to her.
While he ate, she got up and went to another room. She picked up her book and took it upstairs to her room. Her body was alive. There was no conversation, and she knew something was going to happen. How could she move the tension forward? What would he do to her body? Her imagination ran wild as she thought of everything she’d dreamt about Gabriel and the pleasure he could give her. Amy walked down the stairs and stopped. Gabriel stood waiting for her. She took the last few steps until she was in front of him. The distance closed between them.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her close.
Amy stared into his eyes. Her heart pounded, her tits ached, and the pulse between her legs was growing. His hands branded her where they were wrapped around her waist. Her legs parted, and he pressed a knee between her thighs. She felt the heat of him pushed up against her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I like what you’re doing to me. I’ve never felt anything like this before.” Her whole body was on fire and felt like jelly at the same time. He turned her whole world inside out.
Gabriel pulled away, and she moaned at the loss of contact. “I care about you, Amy. I want you to trust me.”
“Out of everyone in my life, you’re the only person I trust.” It was the only thing she knew about herself. The trust she felt for Gabriel went bone deep.
“Your innocence makes me hard every time,” he said.
“I’m not innocent. I’ve had two children, remember?” She smiled at him.
“You’re not an innocent?” He took her hand and pressed it against his crotch. “Do you feel that? That’s what you do to me. I’m hard for you.”
Beneath her hand, his c**k felt like stone, and she squeezed the length of him, letting out a gasp as she did. Steven had always made love to her in the dark. She’d never seen his c**k or felt it in her palm.
“Can I see you?” she asked. Any fears she might have had melted away at the look of sheer lust on his face.
“I want you to think really hard, Amy. If we cross this line there is no going back for us. I won’t leave you alone. You’ll be my woman.”
You’ll be my woman. She liked the sound of that.
“I couldn’t leave?”
“Never. You’re staying here with me.”
“I’d be your woman. Completely?”
“Yes.”
“I like the sound of that,” she said.
“Take off your clothes.”
Amy went to the buttons of her shirt and slipped each button through the slit. She knew he would have to see a few of her scars eventually, and she’d rather get it over with.
Gabriel closed the door and walked towards her. She couldn’t stop herself from staring at him. This was the first time in her whole life that she wanted to get na**d with a man and have sex. Her heart was pounding inside her chest. The wetness pooled in her panties. She wanted him so badly.
She removed her shirt and went to her jeans. Gabriel stood in front of her and pulled his white shirt over his head. His muscles rippled with every movement. She reached out and touched him. He was warm and hard.
“You’re so big,” she said. His chest beneath her hand made her look so small and pale.
“I’m a lot bigger than you.” He pulled her closer, tilted her head back, and kissed her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, making love to her with his lips. She accepted him, teasing him back with gentle strokes. Gabriel pulled the straps of her bra down her shoulders. Amy moved her hands free and wrapped herself around him.
With easy movements her bra was on the floor, and her jeans pushed down for her to step out of. She wore a pair of white cotton panties and nothing else.
Gabriel released her and took a step back. She crossed her arms over her br**sts. He held her hands away, exposing her body.
“You deserve to be in thongs and silks. Would you wear the underwear I buy you?” he asked.
Her ni**les budded under his ardent gaze.
“I’d wear everything you bought me,” she said and meant every word.
“Good. Take your panties off.” His voice changed. He no longer asked her but ordered. The thrill that went down her spine shocked her. Staring into his blue eyes, she pushed her panties to the floor and stood out of them. “Go and lie down on the couch,” he said.
She walked to the couch without hesitation. The need to please him filled her body. Amy lay down and watched Gabriel as he removed the last of his clothes. She stared down his body, taking in every line and muscle. He was right. She’d been with a man and had borne two children, but she was an innocent. The only time she’d seen male anatomy like this was in a textbook or the Discovery Channel. Her lips parted on a gasp as her gaze moved down to what lay at the juncture of his thighs.
He was long and thick. The red tip was bulbous, and the slit at the top looked wet. He sat down next to her on the couch. They were both na**d in his sitting room, and she’d never felt more alive than she did in that moment.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked.
“Never. I feel something for you, Gabriel. I’m not sure what it is, but I never want to stop.” She tried to explain everything to him. If she could voice all that she was feeling maybe she could make sense of it all.
“Tell me everything, Amy. This is what I want. For you to be open with me.”
Amy nodded and took his hand. She’d read many books and seen stuff in the movies. Nothing she had read or seen was anything like being part of it. Taking a deep breath, she dived into this new world Gabriel had opened up.
“I ache here,” she said, placing his hand on her breast. “It feels so tight and good. I want to feel you touching my br**sts.”
“Tell me where else.”
Down her body, she moved his hand. Her tummy quivered with the touch. She went down until his hand covered her pu**y. “It aches here. I’m so hot and wet.”
“You want me, baby. This is your body’s way of telling you you want me.” She looked at his hand and watched as he ran two fingers through her slit, her juice coating his fingers where he moved. When he touched her clit, tiny sparks shot out all over her body at the incredible feeling he was creating. “I want to touch you, baby. I want to know what your body likes, and I need you to trust me.”