Ria whimpered as he caressed her br**sts, her hard n**ples poking each palm through the whisper-thin bra. He used a circular motion, enjoying the weight and softness of her br**sts, and then he gently tweaked her n**ples through the lace. That brought a mewling cry from Ria and she arched her back, thrusting her br**sts into his palms.
Cupping one breast in his hand so that the nipple plumped up, he bent his head and latched onto it through the lace, drawing it deep into his mouth. She made another one of those arousing sounds and clutched his head to her breast, her hands gripping his hair.
Hungry to feel her softness without any barriers, he let go of her nipple with a small pop and pushed the lacy cups down beneath the curves of her br**sts, now beautifully framed by the bra like truly spectacular works of art. Her n**ples were proudly erect, the areolas small and a deliciously tempting pink and one glistened from his ministrations.
He bent his head and laved the other breast, sucking the nipple deeply into his mouth, loving the taste of her, the contrast of her softness with the hard nipple. Ria was trembling fiercely and he loved hearing her gasps and cries of pleasure.
“Oh yes, please, suck me harder,” she moaned.
He could smell her arousal now and he felt a sharp stab of lust at the thought of tasting her pleasure. He trailed one hand down her body and over her lace covered mound to the crotch of her panties—the fabric there was completely soaked with her juices and he stroked her p**sy through it, pressing gently against her entrance.
Suddenly her thighs clamped together, trapping his hand there as she gave a soft cry. “Gabriel!”
He realized that she was very close to cli**x and he was suddenly consumed with the idea of having her orgasm on his tongue. God, he couldn’t remember wanting a woman like this in years, maybe ever.
He gently but insistently nudged her towards the bed until the back of her knees hit the mattress and she sat down. He grabbed her h*ps and pulled her to the edge, her knees splayed wide. Then, as she watched with a confused look on her face, he quickly dropped to his knees and placed her feet over his shoulders. He could tell by her sharp inhalation that she realized what he was going to do and she leaned back, bracing herself on her elbows so that she could watch him down the length of her body.
Holding her gaze, he dropped a kiss on her mound and watched as her eyes darkened even more with arousal. Her lashes fluttered close and her mouth opened slightly as her breathing increased. Her elbows gave out and she dropped to the bed, one hand rising to her mouth, as if ready for her bite or to suppress her cries.
He smiled slightly, feeling his c*ck throbbing insistently against his trousers. He was determined to give her lots of reasons to scream.
Anticipation rising in him, he eagerly pulled aside the sodden panel and finally exposed her to his greedy gaze.
“You’re so gorgeous, even here,” he crooned.
She was beautiful, her tender cleft all delicate pink folds flushed and swollen with need. The darker gold curls on her mound were damp with sweat and her dew, and he could see drops of her moisture well up and seep from her slit. He felt saliva pooling in his mouth at the thought of tasting her—he couldn’t wait any longer.
With a groan, he bent his head, sending his tongue through her folds, searching out her thick honey. She gave a muffled scream at the first touch of his tongue and lurched up, pressing her h*ps toward his mouth.
“God, you taste so good. I could do this all night,” he muttered, and then set out to do exactly that. He gently parted her outer lips to display her tiny, throbbing entrance and he eagerly started lapping, drinking her in, licking every trace of her arousal he could find. Her taste was exquisite, intoxicating.
He lapped her again and again and more of her honey started to trickle out of her. He speared his tongue into her as far as he could go, trying to search out more of her addictive flavor. He couldn’t go as deep as he wanted to—she was too tight, and he shuddered at the thought of feeling all that tightness surrounding him, gripping his cock.
He nuzzled her plump lips, pressing delicate kisses against her quivering opening before carefully stretching back the little hood to reveal the hard, round nub of her clitoris. It was swollen and distended, and practically begging for his attention. He gently blew on it and Ria twitched in response, her h*ps jerking before he gripped her thighs, not letting her escape. He carefully laved it with his tongue, loving the feel of it, and then closed his lips over her nub and sucked it into his mouth.
“Oh please, please!” Ria sobbed, and her body convulsed, her thighs going stiff, her heels digging into his back. She arched hard against his mouth and screamed, a high, broken sound of pure release.
Gabriel immediately pressed his mouth against her entrance, his tongue lapping, thrusting into her. He wanted to feel her cli**x against his mouth and on his tongue. He could feel her slit pulsating and he thrust his tongue as deep as he could, and felt her delicate muscles quiver and contract on his tongue rhythmically as he f**ked her with it. His finger quickly circled and rubbed her clitoris, gently but firmly, extending her orgasm for as long as possible as she continued to tremble against his mouth.
Her breathless cries finally slowed and he pressed one last, tender kiss on her cunt before he stood up and quickly started shedding his clothing.
“You’re absolutely delicious coming on my tongue, but now it’s time for something else,” he growled.
Ria’s long, lush lashes fluttered open and she started at him with a dazed look in those brilliant blue eyes as he impatiently threw off his jacket and unknotted his tie before he started on the buttons of his shirt.
“Oh my,” she breathed and licked her lips as his broad chest, lightly dusted with hair, came into view.
He grinned savagely, feeling proudly masculine at knowing he had pleasured her so well. “I hope you know there’s a lot more of that still to come.”
She blinked and blushed. “If that’s what an orgasm feels like, I don’t know if I can handle any more.”
He froze, his hands on his belt. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?” He couldn’t believe how intensely erotic he found the possibility that he was the first man to bring her to cli**x.
“Well, yes…no…oh, I’m not sure! This was so much stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before so I just don’t know,” she confessed.
He barely restrained a shudder as lust surged through him. “Don’t worry, before this night is over I’ll make certain you know exactly what an orgasm is supposed to feel like.”
He felt more animal than human now, wanting nothing more than to rut in her. He quickly unbuckled his belt and carefully unzipped, gritting his teeth at the friction of the zipper against his aching arousal.
“My turn now,” he said roughly. “I can’t wait to get inside that tight p**sy.”
He pushed down his boxer briefs with his pants and kicked them off, along with his leather shoes. He stripped off his socks and straightened, standing fully, proudly nak*d in front of her.
Ria’s avid gaze went unerringly to his erect penis and she audibly swallowed. He would have laughed, if arousal didn’t literally have him by the balls. All he could manage was a tight grimace and he was sure it didn’t look as reassuring as he meant it to.
He knew without conceit that he was larger than average, and he’d never felt bigger or harder that he did at that moment, with Ria tracing every inch, ridge and vein with a gaze that felt like a hot caress, his c*ck throbbing with his heartbeat, pre-come visible at his swollen tip. His balls were drawn up tight against him, literally aching to release his sem*n. He knew he wouldn’t last long once he was inside her and he was glad he’d already given her an orgasm, although as far as he was concerned this was just the beginning.
He walked to her, his stiff c*ck bobbing with every step, and her eyes remained glued on him.
“Let’s get these off, shall we?” He reached for her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside.
She was still sitting at the edge of the bed and he drew her legs up and placed her feet on the duvet. She started to scoot back but he held her hips, keeping her perched on the edge. “No, I want you wide open to me. I want to be able to get every inch of my c*ck in you.”
Ria gave a breathy cry at his words and he could see arousal winning out over any residual nerves. She bit her lip and nodded, reclining back on her elbows, her legs spread wide and knees up. This position left her open and vulnerable, and he swallowed a growl at how utterly arousing he found it, found her.
He grabbed hold of his organ, and even the touch of his own hand was wildly exciting, he was that close to the edge.
He stroked his tip along her slit, gasping at the sensation. He rubbed the glans over her clit, and they both cried out when he pressed the tiny hole of his penis against her clit, coating it with his pre-come, f**king his penis with her sensitive little bud. Again and again, he dragged the head up and down her opening and her clit, torturing them both with the pleasure until she was squirming against him and making those little mewling cries.
Finally, Ria begged, “Gabriel, please! I need you, please don’t make me wait any longer.”
Gabriel shuddered—he’d made them both wait long enough. He quickly positioned the head at her opening again and cupped his hands around her sweetly curved bottom, angling her perfectly for his full penetration. He eagerly pressed forward and then froze, swearing violently.
“Fuck! Ria, please tell me that you’re on birth control.”
He couldn’t believe he nearly forgot about it—it would have been the height of carelessness, for both of them. It had been so long for him, he didn’t even have any condoms with him, so everything depended on her. God, please let her be taking something…
Ria tore her fascinated gaze away from his c*ck just barely inside her body and blinked at him before realization set in.
“Oh! Oh. Um, yes, I’m actually on the pill. But I should mention that I have condoms in my purse too. I dropped it in the other room.”
Gabriel hesitated—by rights he should be getting the condoms. But his penis was throbbing urgently at her entrance and he selfishly didn’t want any barrier, no matter how thin, between them. “How many did you bring?”
“Um, one, maybe two, I’m not sure.”
“That won’t be enough for me tonight—we’ll have to risk it at least once. If I tell you that I’m clean, will that be enough for you?”
Ria paused and then to his relief, she slowly nodded. “Yes, that’s enough. And I’m clean too.”
Gabriel smiled. “Good to know. I promise to make this worth the risk.”
And then with his hands holding her h*ps securely, he thrust, his thick length forging through her tight muscles all the way into her, not stopping until he was buried as deep he could go, his balls nestled against her.
He barely registered her gasp and the sudden stiffness of her body, or the unusual resistance he’d felt when he pushed through her narrow, clinging passage. All he could think about was the sheer bliss of being inside her with her hot, wet sheath hugging him so tightly. But realization finally settled in and he swore again, this time for a different reason.