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The Law of Attraction (Lawyers in Love #1) Page 27
Author: N.M. Silber

“You’re beautiful everywhere, Gabrielle,” he said huskily. “Undress me.”

My hands were shaking but I managed to slide them up under his tee-shirt and ease it up. Being taller than me he helped out a little. When it dropped to the floor I nearly joined it. Good lord!

I had never seen a body like that. All of his muscles were well-defined. He was the first guy I had ever been with who had a six-pack that didn’t say Budweiser on it. I swallowed and let out a slightly ragged breath as I looked up and saw he was smiling at me with amusement.

“You’re so… oh my God.” Seven years of higher education and that was the best I could come up with.

“I take it you like my body, too?”

“You can take whatever you want looking like that, mister.”

I made my now really shaky hands move to his pants and I opened the button and pulled down the zipper, easing them over his hips. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. Then he kicked off his own shoes and pulled off his own socks, which was just as well. Socks really aren’t all that sexy, and it got us to the main event that much faster. All that was left was a pair of blue striped boxers. I had a feeling he was a boxers guy. I sucked in a deep breath and looked up into his eyes. Then I eased them off (having previously learned that yanking could be a dangerous thing when it came to aroused men and underwear) and he stepped out of them, holding my gaze. I looked down and for the first time actually saw what I had been working in those interview rooms in the courthouse. My eyes grew wide as my mouth popped open. Holy freaking moly! Harvard really was well endowed!

Standing there in all of his naked glory he looked so damned good I could have sold tickets.

And there were plenty of sexy, appreciative, erotic, even romantic, things I could have said at that moment, but instead I looked him deeply in the crotch and said, “I'm not sure that's going to fit.” Huh? His brain wasn't running on a full blood supply either, so it took a moment for that comment to sink in. No pun intended. When it did he sounded very clearly amused.

“Don't worry, baby. We’ll make sure it fits.” He backed me up until my knees hit the edge of the bed. Then he sat me down, pushed my back down flat, knelt on the floor in front of me, and hooked my knees over his shoulders. Christ on a cracker! Harvard was going down.

He nibbled and kissed and licked his way up my right thigh, or maybe my left, I wasn't exactly coherent at the moment. Then he ran out of leg. His tongue entered me. I entered orbit. And I didn’t exactly go quietly. (You think those rockets were loud?) He held me down while my hips bucked and I moaned loudly. Then like he was lapping up a melting ice cream cone he slowly dragged his tongue higher and suddenly I could feel every nerve ending in my entire body light up.

While his mouth worked me into a frenzy with little strokes and licks and circles, the volume of my appreciation continued to rise. His fingers slipped inside me and his lips covered my clit. When he actually started to suck, I started to scream. Personally, I was glad that Drew had reviewed the family itinerary because at that point even the neighbors knew his name. I let go of the blankets that I had in a death grip and buried my hands in his hair, still trying to ride his mouth and hand, completely delirious with pleasure. I swear to God I don’t think I could have told you my full name at that point. I was as close to really and truly passing out as I had ever gotten in my life.

He paused for a minute, sounding a little out of breath. “Gabrielle, baby, you're going to come. Do you want to finish this way or with my c**k inside you?”

“Yes please,” I moaned. I felt him smile against me and start to go back to making me crazy when his question finally made it into space, where my brain was still floating around. “Inside me! I want your c**k inside me! Please!” I gasped desperately. He gave a happy little growl and then he crawled up onto the bed and pulled me along with him as he sat up straight with his back braced up against the headboard.

“Come and sit on my lap,” he said. Now, technically, people had been saying that to me since I was a child, but trust me, nobody else has said it quite like that. Inner-Gabrielle sang the Hallelujah chorus. He didn't have to ask twice. I crawled over and straddled him and he pulled me up onto my knees and buried his face against my br**sts, latching on to my nipple and sucking vigorously on one side and then switching to the other. I could only whimper and moan at that point. My legs trembled so hard that I had to brace my arms on his shoulders so that I wouldn’t collapse as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Look at me, Gabrielle,” he demanded. And I fixed my eyes on him dazedly. He gave me the hottest Braden sex look I had ever seen. “Let's see if it fits now, baby,” he said in a voice that sounded like he was barely holding on to his self-control. His hands grabbed my hips and pushed me down as he slid slowly inside me inch by inch. Needless to say, it fit perfectly. He was buried in me up to the hilt and we just stared at one another in stunned silence for a second.

“Oh my God!” He finally gasped and his voice was strained. “I can’t believe how good you feel. I think I want to live here.” He seemed to be enjoying his new experience.

I was incapable of producing anything coherent at the moment so rather than throwing out some witty banter in response I said something like “Ohgaahaad” instead. Feel free to quote me.

He bent his knees, held my hips and started to move under me, thrusting upward, sliding me up and down on his c**k in smooth strokes, pulling my hips slightly forward so that my clit was coming into direct contact with his pubic bone every time I took all of him. I saw all kinds of bright colored lights flashing in front of my eyes. I was either more sexually stimulated than I had ever been in my life or the police were parked on his lawn — a realistic possibility, with all the screaming I had been doing. Vaguely I remembered that I was on top and I should probably contribute something to the effort. I started moving up and down under my own power, slowly at first and gradually picking up speed.

“Oh Gabrielle,” he groaned. “That's it, baby. Just like that. Oh yes! Oh f**k! You feel so good.” I felt myself rapidly climbing upward toward an amazing orgasm. “Come on, baby,” he urged. “Give it to me.” I finally arrived at the summit, celebrated madly, and promptly fell over the edge of the cliff before I could even plant a flag. My body shook and he, along with everyone else within a mile radius, got to hear me scream his name again one last time. Wow, he even knew when I was going to come. Such a smart guy. I collapsed against him, shaking and bathed in sweat and he hugged me tightly and stroked my hair. Such a sweet guy too. I wanted to nominate him for something. Take that Vinnie Virillo. That’s how a real man does it.

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