“I can’t do this, Chloe,” Gabe rasped as soon as he pulled his mouth from hers.
“You can’t kiss me?” she asked innocently.
He glared down at her, his gaze predatory. “I can’t be naked with you without wanting to fuck you until you scream,” he shot back bluntly.
Chloe’s core clenched, but this moment wasn’t about her. It was about the man who was looking at her with so much longing that it nearly made her heart explode.
The soothing feel of the jets of water flowing over their bodies relaxed her, and she felt so good this morning that she felt like she could do anything. “Then let me handle it,” she told him forcefully. “Literally,” she added as she stepped back and slowly ran her hands down his wet chest.
“Chloe,” he grunted in a warning voice.
“I don’t know how good it will be, but let me try, Gabe.” She heard James’s voice in her head, criticizing her ability to get him off with oral sex for just a moment before she squelched it.
He wasn’t James.
This was Gabe, and if she couldn’t please him, he’d teach her.
Boldly, she circled her fingers around his fully erect cock. He was enormous, and as hard as a man could get. Chloe shivered at the feel of him, even as the steam started to fog up the glass on the shower.
“Fuck, yeah. Touch me, baby,” Gabe demanded with an earthy groan.
Encouraged, she lowered herself to her knees, coming face-to-face with the largest cock she’d ever seen. She savored the feel of him as she ran her hand up and down the shaft, dying for a taste of him.
She felt covetous as she slowly licked the mushroomed head, moaning softly at the masculine taste on her tongue.
“Don’t tease me, Chloe. I’m warning you,” Gabe rasped, sliding his hand into her wet hair.
She smiled as she opened her mouth, sliding her tongue along the underside of the shaft before taking him between her lips. She couldn’t take him all, but she wrapped her lips around all she could possibly take, and sucked hard.
“Oh, fuck. I’m dying here,” Gabe’s tortured voice stated harshly.
Not yet, but I’m hoping you’ll come for me.
Chloe started moving steadily, quickening her pace as Gabe guided her head, telling her exactly what he wanted.
Every groan that came from his mouth was like music to her ears, spurring her on as she fell into a surreal fantasy. He was pleased, and if his response was any indication, he was incredibly aroused.
He urged her faster, harder, and Chloe adjusted to the pace he set, closing her eyes as sensual pleasure flowed through her body, a satisfaction she’d never experienced in her lifetime.
Come for me, Gabe.
Tightening her lips around his shaft, she sucked harder, putting her hand at the base for more friction, and gently fondling his balls.
“Fuck! Chloe, I’m coming,” Gabe bellowed, tightening his grasp on her hair.
He wanted to give her a chance to pull away.
She wanted, needed to taste him.
In the end, he gave himself up to his powerful orgasm, groaning as he spilled his warm seed into her throat.
For Chloe, it was euphoric. She swallowed eagerly, still stunned that he’d reacted to her with so much passion. Licking and suckling him while he recovered, she smiled.
I did it. And with satisfaction, she realized that she could no longer hear James’s critical voice in her head. Now she truly was free from her past.
She let Gabe pull her into a standing position. He swooped down and captured her lips immediately, kissing her like he couldn’t stop. Her hands on his shoulders, she pushed back, the two of them sparring with their tongues.
“That was fucking amazing,” Gabe said as he lifted his head, nuzzling his mouth against her ear. “You’re so beautiful, Chloe. So damn sexy.”
She sighed, knowing that Gabe meant every word that he said. She wished she could make him understand how much it meant to hear them.
“Can you sit on a horse now?” she asked teasingly, licking lightly at the skin on his neck.
“Hmm…maybe for a little while,” he answered as his hand slid between her thighs. “There isn’t much I can do to top what just happened, but I think my woman needs to be satisfied.”
Chloe shuddered as Gabe gently circled her clit with his finger and then stroked over it lightly.
“You don’t need to make me happy, Gabe. I already am.” It was as simple as that. Doing something for him made her ecstatic.
“I like my woman even happier,” he growled playfully.
She squealed as he rubbed over the tiny bundle of nerves in earnest. “I’m good.” Her squeaky voice was weak and unconvincing.
Truth was, when Gabe touched her, she always wanted more.
He ignored her puny protest and went to work on making her come relentlessly, careful not to do anything that might irritate her soreness.
He did make her come exquisitely and without any pain.
Twice.
They were both late for work, but they were wearing naughty grins when they finally showed up for breakfast.
How long will it last?
Gabe tortured himself with the answer to that question, even as he tried to resist the need to go find Chloe at Lara and Tate’s house. She’d wanted to see them after work today, and although Gabe didn’t like it, he’d accepted that he couldn’t stalk her like a maniac every minute of the day. He’d end up just as bad as her crazy ex-fiancé.
Okay, maybe not like him. He wanted to be with her because he was crazy about her, not because he wanted to hurt her. And he worried about whether or not she was happy and safe every damn minute of the day now. He wanted her to be as ecstatic as he was right now.