Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I want this man. I need him.
Gabriel’s hand strokes up and down my thigh, and when he goes to roam between my legs, I resist for a moment before letting him. I’m stiff, though, and I can’t help it. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.
Worried, Gabriel pulls his head back. “Kiersten?”
“I . . . I’m sore, Sir,” I admit, and Gabriel nods. Carefully, he helps me off with my pants and then my panties, examining my hips and seeing the bruised spot at the top of my pelvis.
“This happened when you fell off the bench?” he asks, and I nod. “Where else?”
“My . . . my pussy, sir,” I admit. “My clit, specifically . . . I think it’s bruised or something. I don’t know.”
Gabriel’s face grows concerned, and he softly strokes my thigh, planting a small kiss on the outside of my leg, sliding off the couch to kneel between my legs. “May I?” he asks. “If there’s nothing, we’ll go to the doctor in the morning.”
I nod, my breath catching in fear and yes, even desire as Gabriel kisses my stomach just below my belly button.
When I go to spread my knees, he stops me, lifting just my right, uninjured leg and propping my foot on the edge of my couch before softly breathing on my pussy.
I pull back, and Gabriel looks at me in concern. “You’ll tell me if it hurts.”
“I will . . . it’s okay, Sir,” I whisper, knowing I pulled back out of fear. But I trust Gabriel, and as he lowers his head again, I tremble as he carefully tongues my lips, watching me with intent eyes.
But his touch is electrifying in all the right ways. He knows me so well, and in just a few strokes I’m tugging on his hair, pulling him in to where I want to feel his wet, nimble tongue.
“Yes . . . fuck, Sir, that’s so good,” I whimper as his tongue finds not the bruised, painful part of my clit but with feather-light strokes, caresses the upper side. I didn’t even know it was possible until Gabriel has me squirming, calling out his name and begging for more.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
“You can come as much as you like, my sweet submissive,” he whispers before going back to my pussy and clit. At the same time, he reaches up and strokes my nipples, sending me tumbling over the edge.
Gabriel doesn’t stop and instead nurses me through a long, slow, almost sweet orgasm that has my heart swelling even as I come on his tongue.
This is heaven. There are no other words for it. Pleasure takes over. The pain is nothing compared to it. Every bit of aching and worrying for the past few hours vanishes. It’s all gone simply because of him.
When waves of pleasure subside and I catch my breath, I look down at him as he smiles up at me. “Better?”
“Much,” I reply, smiling back.
Gabriel pulls back and asks, “What else can I do to help you?”
I don’t have to think about it . . . but I question saying it out loud. After a single beat of my heart, I ask for something I’ve never requested. “Will you hold me?”
Gabriel smiles a charming grin. It’s not that we never cuddle. The man’s an expert big spoon, if I do say so myself. But we cuddle when he wants to, when he feels I need it. But this time, I’m asking, and when he stands up to sit on the couch next to me, I feel a wave of warmth as he pulls me into his arms and we spoon together.
It’s safe here in his arms, like nothing can ever go wrong.
“How’s this?” he asks as I lay my head on his arm, spooned in front of him on a sofa that’s nearly too small. He’s got his arm around my waist, his hand resting lightly on my stomach as he squirms a little to get my side cushion just right under his head.
“I like this,” I admit, wanting to say more but scared to. I said too much when he was making me climax, and to go down that path now is . . . terrifying. So instead I squirm, intentionally pressing my ass against his groin. “Sir, if you want, I can—”
“Stay right where you are,” Gabriel growls softly before kissing my neck. “As much as I appreciate what you’re offering, I just want to lie with you for a while. It was a hell of a long day.”
I nod, and when Gabriel takes his hand off my tummy for a second to snag the old blanket I’ve got folded over the back of the couch, I miss his touch immediately.
I never want him to let me go. I don’t want anything more than just this.