Closer_To_You (6 page)

Cradling her face within his strong hands, “Less talking, more kissing.” His lips captured hers again, but now they could get as close as they needed to.

She felt his hips begin to rise as she ground her own body downward, their bodies mimicking the act they both desired so much. Strong hands gripped her ass as he pulled her body flush with his, the force of the pressure made her gasp out in surprise at the sensation. Ripples of desire and need filled her body as she fought to focus on both his lips and tongue driving her crazy. His strong hands kneaded and squeezed her firm globes, while at the same time pulling her body toward him. Pleasure coursed through her as they rocked together on the couch. Her hands tangled in his short, wavy hair as they got lost in the feeling of each other.

Gabriel lifted his head and stared into her face. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, both of them trying to pull air into their lungs after the intensity of their kiss. He seemed to force the words from his mouth, “Let’s move to the bedroom. Hold on to me, baby.”

“Okay…”, as she began to speak, only the one word managed to come out as their position shifted and she was caught off guard.

In one swift motion, Gabriel lifted them both from the couch and began walking to the back of the penthouse suite. This time, it was she who grabbed his face in between her hands as she kissed him. If the rest of the night was anything like the last few minutes, she was in for a wonderful ride.

Arriving to the bedroom in mere seconds, he placed her down gently on the large mattress and stood up. For several seconds, he just stared at her, as if soaking her in. He bent down toward her and his large hands began caressing her skin, roaming all over her body. His fingertips were manipulating her nipples through her thin blouse. “Off, Penelope. I need to see all of you.”

“If you want to see all of me, then you have to unwrap me.” Maybe now was not the time for her to turn sassy. But, damn, it sure as hell made her feel powerful. His desire for her was almost tangible. If she wanted to, she could almost reach out and touch his need for her. Well, looking at the bulge in his slacks that was straining to break free, she actually could reach out and touch the physical manifestation of just how much he wanted her.

Penelope looked at the man hovering above her and she allowed the slightest of whimpers to come through. This is what she needed tonight. More than anything, the feeling of being desired and wanted was a very heady sensation. She watched as Gabriel began to unbutton his crisp, white shirt. Button by button, he bared his chest to her. A light smattering of smooth, dark hair covered his chest. Just enough to cover the tanned, taut skin of his chest and stomach, and she had to resist the urge to run her fingers across his chiseled body. It wasn’t so much hair that he looked as if it were a carpet on his chest. Continuing to stare at him, she began to run her tongue across her lower lip. The sight of his hair covered chest was perfect and when she imagined him rubbing against her hardened nipples, it made her pussy start to moisten and leak with anticipation.

It gave him a rugged appearance and went against what his outward appearance showed when he was covered up in his thousand dollar suit. There was just something about him that screamed out to the woman lying on the bed that he was all man and she knew that she wanted him inside of her. As he slid the shirt off of his shoulders, she bit her bottom lip in desire. Her gaze shifted lower and she simply stared at the body of her soon to be lover standing in front of her. Lean muscles rippled and flexed as he shifted his arms to pull his hands from his shirt sleeves.

A low laugh sounded above her and it took a minute for it to register that the sound had come from Gabriel. Tilting her head up to him, she asked, “What’s so funny?”

“You, baby. You haven’t said a word, but the look on your face is saying a whole hell of a lot to me right now.” His hands dropped to his belt buckle and paused, “Before we go any further, you should understand that I am a greedy lover.”

Looking into his eyes again, she couldn’t resist asking the question, “What does that mean?”

Removing his hands from the belt, he folded his arms across his broad chest and widened his stance. This slight movement was in no way overtly sexual, but it served to make her even wetter than before. His deep voice broke into her thoughts, “It means that I will take everything you have to give. You will not leave this room without knowing exactly what it means to feel pleasure. There has been a lot stress on my shoulders lately and I need a...release, if you will.”

Her breath stuttered at his words. The man standing across from her was almost more than she could handle, but handle him, she would.

“I don’t mind being a stress reliever.”

“Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

 

Gabriel looked down at the woman lying on his hotel bed and an involuntary shiver went through his body. All his. Even if only for this one night, the goddess in full display on his bed was going to be his. Never a man to look a gift horse in the mouth, he welcomed her presence. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm the inner demon, telling him to take her and make her his. To claim her and make sure she never forgot the pleasure he would give her tonight. It was too soon for those kind of thoughts. He had only been in her presence for such a short time, but the intensity of his desire for her could not, would not, be explained away as a simple moment of weakness.

Taking a step closer to the bed, he leaned down to kiss her again. His firm lips pressed forcefully against hers. He felt her soft hands raise up to grip his biceps, as if holding on to him through the initial onslaught of his passion. At first, she seemed to hesitate and did not immediately return the passionate kiss. For a moment, he thought he had lost her. That he had come on too strong for what many would consider a one-night stand. When he finally felt her lips moving under his, giving back as much as he gave, his heart beat faster and the blood rushed to his cock.
Oh yes, baby. Be mine tonight.
 

Kneeling on the bed, he gently pushed her back so that she was lying on the mattress. Kneeing her thighs open, he lay down in between her legs and situated his hard cock so that it pressed up against her core. Settling in just a bit deeper, he felt her legs lift and wrap around his lower butt. His tongue dueled with hers for dominance. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and moans of passion. Breaking away slightly from the kiss, he grabbed her blouse and pulled it from her, her upper body lifting slightly so that he could fully remove the item of clothing. Next, he removed her black satin bra, releasing her lush breasts and giving him full view of her womanly form as she lay on his bed like the siren she was.

Leaning up slightly, his gaze soaked in the sight of her body for a few seconds before one hand grabbed a breast and began kneading the soft, pliable flesh in his hands. His finger pinched the nipple, bringing a sting of pain along with the pleasure. His head dipped down to the other breast and he wrapped his lips around the tip, creating a tight suction as he nibbled and licked her nipple, and wrenching moan after moan from her mouth. He started slowly, intermittently nipping and licking, while at the same time pinching her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her lower body began to writhe and contort in pleasure as he focused all of his energy on pleasing the woman in his arms.

With both his mouth and one of his hands busy, he adjusted himself slightly so that he could easily slip his other hand up her silky brown thigh. His hand sought out her slippery, wet flesh that he had been thinking about all night. Arriving at his idea of Nirvana, he took one long, thick finger and traced the path from the top of her slit all the way down. She was so wet, his fingers were dripping with her musky essence and he could almost taste her.

Her moans of pleasure had increased the more he had touched her body, teasing her with his lips and hands. Releasing her breasts from his mouth and hand, he pulled back, giving her a moment to compose herself. Watching her pant with desire took him to the edge and back. It was almost painful to have her beneath him and yet not be inside of her. Reaching up under her wrinkled and ruined skirt, he reached for her panties and began to roll them down her body.

His lips kissed her flushed skin as he pulled the lace and satin down her legs and off of her feet. After throwing the slip of garment to the floor, he grabbed her leg and lifted it, kissing the arch of her foot. Placing her foot back down on the bed, her legs fell apart almost immediately and he spread them even farther as he sought out the bundle of nerves between her legs with his thick fingers. Looking deeply into her eyes, he stroked softly, but with escalating pressure as she responded with increasingly frantic movements of her legs and hips. She grabbed his hand, as if to press him for more, for that elusive release that she was trying to obtain. Her breathing became harsher and harsher as she careened toward an orgasm, “Ugh…ugh…yes! Oh my damn, yes! More, please, Gabriel. Please!”

He almost came in his pants from simply watching her and listening to her words as she gave him more than he expected or hoped for. Without another word, he released her and moved his hand from her clit. At her look of shock, he almost laughed, but held back. What he had in store for her next would more than make it up to her. Standing up from the bed, he finished removing his pants and underwear in one fluid motion. Her whimper was almost his undoing and he longed to fling himself between her legs and take her hard. Pausing slightly before doing anything rash, he reached into his wallet and removed the condom.

Fumbling a bit in his hurry to get back to the woman holding her arms out to him, he swore under his breath as he struggled to open the aluminum packet. He eventually got it open and had an easier time smoothing the slippery latex over his thick erection. Without preamble he spread her legs even wider and thrust his cock inside her as deeply as he could in one motion. She cried out, and he hesitated briefly, fearing that he’d hurt her. He paused and held himself tight inside of her. Gritting his teeth, he felt shattered and humble by the feeling of being inside of her. She was so tight and her pussy gripped his cock so tight, he was almost afraid to move.

But then, she started to shift and move underneath him and he knew what real bliss felt like. The moans coming from her mouth and her hips undulating underneath him, urged him on and he began to thrust in and out of her, going to the hilt every time. This woman was going to be the death of him.

“Look at me, Penelope.” He barely rasped out the words, but he needed this. He needed her to see him.

Her lashes fluttered open and he caught her gaze. Never once did his movements cease and he never broke eye contact as they came together in a language older than time. With increasing urgency he slid into her silken depths again and again not wanting the ecstasy to end, but knowing he would die if it didn’t. More. More. His mind screamed for it and then suddenly, so was Penelope.

“Yes, Gabriel. Just like that. Yes. So good. Please. So good.”

Her words set off something inside of him and he grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up into the crease of his elbow. At this moment, being inside of her was the only thing he could think about. It was the only thing that mattered. All of the sensations and feelings within his body were focused on this one moment, being inside of Penelope.

“You’re mine tonight. All mine.” The words seemed ripped from his throat as a tingling sensation started to travel up his body and his movements became more erratic and not as smooth.

“Yes! Take it, Gabriel. Give it to me,” she screamed into the expanse of his temporary bedroom.

Her words set off the intense orgasm that had been building and blossoming from the tip of his toes. Suddenly, he felt Penelope tense and she screamed out her release. Her walls began pulsing and squeezing, as if milking him, begging him to come with her. She yelled out again as his cock swelled within the confines of the condom and he released his seed into the latex.

He hovered over her, shuddering and shaking in the throes of an orgasm so intense, he almost wanted to pull away. How could a woman he had only met hours ago impact him this way? When his arms began to shake and could not support him any longer, he pulled out of her and collapsed next to her on the bed. They lay there side by side on the rumpled white hotel sheets, perspiration glistening on their exhausted and entangled limbs. Turning his head to look at the woman breathing heavily next to him, he knew that one night would never be enough. He had to find a way to see her again. Taking his finger and tracing a path down her arm, he wondered if she would be offended if he told her that he was ready for round two.