Authors: Lisa Eugene
The feel of his tight athletic body was intensely arousing. The tips of her breasts puckered stiff, and a palpable ache started drumming in her groin. It didn’t help that he kept gently flexing his hips, grinding his thick shaft into her core. She pushed back against the mountain of flesh and shivered as heat sizzled through her. She rested her palms on his hard chest, feeling his pecks jump beneath her fingers.
Gabe skimmed the edge of her shirt, then drew it up over her head. He
tsked
and shook his head disapprovingly when he saw her bra. Releasing the front clasp, his admiring gaze lingered on her naked breasts and he groaned appreciatively. Maggie felt her skin pepper with goose bumps when he palmed the heavy globes and squeezed softly, his long fingers sinking into the supple flesh.
“No more bras. Not when we’re alone.” He eased up and shrugged her out of it, then whipped it decisively over his head. Maggie watched, amused as it sailed through the air and clung to a lampshade.
Any response was stolen from her when he wrapped his lips around a jutting peak, his tongue whipping back and forth, sweetly punishing the eager bud. She felt her lungs stall when he moved to the other and gave it the same thrashing. His ministrations sent a heavy throb pounding through her sex, and she eagerly churned her hips against the hard flesh digging into her.
In one smooth move he pitched his hips, sending her off balance and rolling onto the bed. He followed with her, chuckling at her surprise and clinging to her snugly.
“You’re way too overdressed for my liking. All I ever think about is this luscious body of yours,” he admitted, unsnapping her shorts and jerking them down her legs.
Luscious? Her?
Really? Go on…
She watched, her bottom lip caught in her teeth as her shorts flew across the room, crashing into a wall and sliding to the floor. His handsome face came into view and the corner of his sexy lips kick up.
“Don’t worry. We can always wash the clothes,” he said, no doubt anticipating her disapproval.
Maggie shook her head, smiling. “I wasn’t worried about them getting dirty.”
Liar, liar!
He chuckled and peeled away her underwear. Liquid heat washed through her when he held it to his nose and inhaled deeply, a purr rumbling from his chest.
The grin he shot her was nothing less than diabolical, and she giggled when he twirled the scrap of cotton above his head like a bawdy exotic dancer. He stretched it to send it like a slingshot across the room, and Maggie heard the sound of cloth ripping.
She gasped and he grinned. She chewed her lip, worried because she barely had enough clothes as it was.
He pursed his lips and tilted his head thoughtfully. “Come to think of it, no more panties either.”
“You’re impossible. So nothing under my clothes…” she clarified with an amused nod of her head.
“Who said anything about clothes? If I had my way you’d be naked all the time.”
He crawled over her and buried his head in the warm alcove of her neck, nibbling precise bites down to her shoulder, making her jerk away with laughter. His big body was perched over her, and she wanted to just slink her nakedness along his length. She squirmed when he filched another nip, the fluttery sensation making her chortle.
“Mmmm,” he groaned. “Are you ticklish, Maggie?”
“I—I’m not sure…” She gasped as he plotted a slow path around her neck. These sensations were unbelievable. Like deep erotic tickles, sending her passion flaring like exploding fireworks in a dark sky.
“Well then, I’ll have to nibble every inch of you to find out.”
Her body quaked as his lips roamed over her, deliberately thorough in their explorations, relentless in their pursuit of the truth. She discovered that right under her breasts was particularly susceptible to inciting a giggle, while when he nipped behind her ear or at the soft skin inside her elbow she practically leapt off the bed with a quivering wail. Her body was strung tight, each nerve humming with every brush of his lips or scrape of his teeth. It was when his even white teeth skated across the sensitive skin high on the inside of her thigh that she fisted the sheets and hissed out a breath. Pleasure rippled right to her center and a wash of moisture flooded her sex. Instinctively her knees drew up and her legs parted.
“Mmmm…” He trailed a long finger across her pale fleece and down between her legs. “I think I found a few tickly places. What about here?” he wondered aloud, his voice revving low and husky.
“Gabe, please…”
He palmed her knees, pushing them up, exposing her to his hungry gaze.
“Oh, God, Gabe, please…”
With a guttural moan he bent his head and dragged his tongue slowly up her wet sex, the rough surface sliding through her folds.
“
Oh, God! Gabe…”
She tried to buck her hips, but he held the pressure on her knees, keeping her captive to his will. All she could do was rock her pelvis. Lust beat savage music in her body and her heart pounded an erotic drum. The music was overwhelming, dark and violent.
“Please…I can’t wait…” she gasped, leaning up to tug at the buttons on his shirt.
His nimble fingers guided her awkward ones, deftly releasing his buttons and pulling the shirt off his broad shoulders. Unable to resist, she let her hands glide over the smooth hills and valleys of his chest and tight abdomen, then drift down to the large bulge straining his jeans, marveling at how much it defied the barrier. She opened his pants and dragged them down his hips, mewling as his impressive cock sprang forth. His balls, lightly furred, were drawn close to his body.
Immediately she wound her fingers around the heavy thickness of his rod, her body clenching at the delicious feel of the warm distended flesh and the sensual potential of his tantalizing shape. Gabe grunted hard when she squeezed and pulled a stroke to the engorged head, expressing a tiny bead of fluid. His body jerked forward, pushing his arched length into her fist. A few more passes of her hand had his ripped muscles bulging, a stunning display of powerful musculature. He groaned and disengaged her reluctant fingers, taking a moment to divest the remainder of his clothes.
Maggie was panting when he turned back to her. She’d never felt such consuming need and it scared her that her desire for him bordered on physical pain. She shuddered when their gazes collided. She felt like the scriptures of her soul were bared to him. His ebony gaze absorbed every word, learned every passion, and memorized her dreams inscribed on the pages. She didn’t like being so transparent and blinked rapidly to break the spell. Her eyes were voracious as they traveled the map of his body. He was kneeling between her parted legs, his finger skimming up and down her trembling thighs.
“You’re beautiful, Maggie. So beautiful you take my breath away. You make me forget who I am.”
She grew winded, her heart laden with emotion. She watched as Gabe fisted his cock, leaned down and leisurely dragged the blunt tip through her folds. He focused the pressure on the tight knot of flesh that strained for the contact. She arched her back and cried out, her hips swinging towards him. She felt the broad head slide into her channel, a luscious stretching of flesh, and she inhaled sharply, vaguely wondering if she would have difficulty accommodating his size.
He patiently stroked in and out, their fluids easing his way and ensuring progress one gasp at a time. Maggie whipped her head back and forth, her loose hair flying wildly. Each stroke along her channel caused currents of pleasure to roll over her body like angry thunder, seizing her muscles and stealing her breath. When Gabe was fully seated he lowered his big body over her, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Maggie sighed weakly, his fullness a heavy throb inside, threatening to shatter her equilibrium. Her body started to shake. She was profoundly overwhelmed and confounded because it wasn’t like this was her first time having sex. A rambling hysteria started to build momentum, energized by a collision of frenzied emotions, emotions that conflicted inside her. This man was her captor, yet he freed her soul; he’d caused her agony, yet also delivered peace; every touch was euphoric pleasure, and still every word promised pain and heartbreak…
“Relax, Maggie.” He cupped her head and stared into her eyes, his gorgeous smile a hypnotic balm.
Gabe kissed her long and hard, his mouth taking full possession, his tongue warring with hers. She tasted herself on him, and it hitched up her passion another impossible degree. She let her palms rove over his solid back, down the slope of his spine to the flanks of his tight butt. She felt a thin sheen of moisture on his skin and realized how much he fought to discipline his body. She nudged up her hips, taking him deeper, and a husky moan tore from his throat, rumbling into hers through their kiss.
He started to mate her slowly, a smooth glide that had them both puffing unsteadily.
“You’re gripping me so tight. You feel amazing,” he whispered.
She groaned and tilted her pelvis to him.
He gasped, accelerating his hips and pushing into his strokes.
Maggie rose to meet each thrust, her blood bubbling, effervescent with lust. It scalded her veins and leaked into her body. Her lips parted and she spurred him on, begging for more. Faster. Harder. Gabe seemed to lose it then, the tight leash on his control snapping abruptly. His cock kicked enthusiastically and he reared up on his hands. His arms were locked straight, the banded muscles punched out in sharp relief. His hips lifted and pounded into her, his shaft driving deep then dragging pleasure along her slick walls. Maggie jerked and moaned, her channel clutching as he stroked secret flesh that burst sensation inside her. She couldn’t stop her limbs from shaking or the rushing of blood in her ears.
“
Oh my God!”
she screamed when he drove in again, her body seizing with the force of a climax that unraveled every twist of muscle and sinew, exploded every cell, and knotted every string of chaotic thought in her brain. He powered deep through her orgasm, his slick body slapping against hers, threatening the integrity of the mattress. She felt his body tense. His muscles were exquisitely honed.
“
Oh fuck, Maggie! You feel so damn good! Fuuuuck!”
Gabe slammed into her, his lower body crushing her to the mattress. His hips lurched as spasms wracked his body and he hollered out his release. He threw his head back, his upper body straining and flexing, his contorted features a beautiful portrait of pleasure. Maggie felt the swell of his thick shaft, followed by a flood of pulsating warmth as he emptied inside her.
Eventually he collapsed on top of her, his uneven breath raking across her cheek. Maggie wrapped her arms around his slick body, basking in his warmth and musky scent. She crept her fingers up to his hair and stroked the thick waves. Feeling his lips play against the line of her chin, she turned to brush her lips against his. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and suckled it gently, hurling arrows of pleasure down her spine. She moaned and reflexively milked the surprisingly solid length still lodged deep inside her and felt the answering leap of his flesh.
“That was unbelievable, Maggie,” he croaked, lifting his head to stare down at her. He shifted his torso, the action pushing his hips into her.
She gasped as he glided against her sensitive walls, the silky fluids a catalyst for ruffles of pleasure. A quiet breath stumbled from her lungs, and Gabe mistook her reaction for discomfort.
He disengaged himself, shifting to her side and she immediately suffered the loss. Her entire body sighed its discontent, and she crisscrossed her legs, squeezing her thighs to assuage the sudden void. She almost whimpered, alarmed by the desperate need she had for him again.
“I’m sorry. I forget how heavy I am…” He nuzzled his nose into her hair, and she wanted to scream for him to get back on top of her.
“It—it’s ok, really,” she said, suddenly abashed by the way desire thickened her voice and quaked her body.
Gabe’s head shot up and he looked into her dilated eyes. A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his beautiful mouth. Her eyes zeroed in there, and she groaned, recalling how those lips had sent her to heaven.
“Why, Maggie. Could you possibly be ready for more?” A teasing glint sparked in his dark eyes.
“Gabe…” she warned.
“Perhaps I can be of assistance. But…” His palm trailed down to the warm wet heat between her legs and her hips surged off the mattress.
“Gabe…” she choked out a gasp.
“But…”
She frowned, impatient. “But, what?”
“Hmmm…no shower?” He frowned sternly, acting appalled. But his lips twitched with amusement.
“Gabe, please, no teasing…” Her hips started to rock against the finger that dipped into her, and she groaned at the feel of his stiff shaft against her hip.
“But Maggie, we’re so sweaty and…dirty.”
She wanted to kill him…
maybe after
. “
Gabe!”
“Is it okay if we’re dirty, Maggie?”
A wicked smile played on his lips, and Maggie had the feeling he wasn’t speaking literally.
Oh shit!
Her nipples pebbled hard and her hips bucked.
“Well?”
Her brain was malfunctioning. “What?”
“You want it dirty?” He swirled his finger inside her.
All she could manage was a weak nod.
“Say it.”
“Oh God...Gabe.” She could barely get her tongue to work with what he was doing to her.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Gabe…”
“You don’t get it if you don’t say it.” He brushed his wet tongue up her neck, inciting a riot inside her.
“I…I want it di…dirty.” She felt the heat of a crimson flush, thinking she would orgasm from the intensity on his face.
A devilish twinkle sparked in his dusky eyes as he ground his thick shaft against her hips then crawled over her.
“It will be my pleasure.”
A feeble ray of sun inched its way across the white crumpled sheets to caress a lazy tangle of limbs. It illuminated the healthy flush of Maggie’s smooth complexion and cast a soft glow on the love bites marking her stomach. She raised her head and rested her chin on the back of her laced fingers, staring at Gabe’s gorgeous face in repose. She could feel the rise and fall of the powerful chest beneath her and loved the warm cushion of his big body.