Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen after tonight. I couldn’t think about it now. I just had to make the most out of every second I had her right now. I unsnapped her bra and discarded it on the floor. Her breasts were perfect. Firm and large and so fucking soft. I weighed them in my hands and then took her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, giving them a short pinch, making her yelp, and then I pushed into her again. She covered her own mouth as she groaned, her head tipped back as if helpless.
“You’re mine tonight.” And I was going to claim what was mine in every way possible.
“Yes,” she whispered, something so reverent in her tone that I had to stop and look at her. “Yours,” she said, sweeping her finger over my eyebrow and down my cheek.
She shifted, pulling me out of the trance she’d put me in with a single word, and I kissed her rough and hard before lifting her up and moving to the nearest seat. I sat down so she was astride me and looked up at her.
So fucking beautiful.
I smoothed my hands around the curve of her arse and lifted her slightly, then pulled her down on my straining cock. As I was about to start moving her, she took over, raising and lowering herself over me.
“It’s even deeper like this,” she panted. “How?”
I brought my hands up to explore her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumb and fingers, tightening my hold then releasing her if it interrupted her pace.
“It’s so good,” she said.
“You like my cock,” I replied. “I knew you would.”
She moaned and slowed, tightening around me. But I wasn’t ready to let her come again. Not yet. I stood, her legs wrapped around me. I strode across the kitchen and leaned her up against the wall.
I slammed into her over and over, pinning her to the spot. I fucked and fucked and fucked as if I’d been deprived of water for weeks and was finally able to drink.
“Oh God, Gabriel,” she cried.
“You’re going to have to be quiet,” I said through a series of grunts. “I’m going to make you come so, so hard, Autumn.” I thrust into her again as if to make my point. “But you’re going to have to be quiet.”
Her head fell to my shoulder and as I continued to fuck and fuck, she cried out into my skin, the vibrations from her moans reverberating over my sweat-sheened skin in a sheet of pleasure.
From underneath her, my fingers found her folds and barely a touch sent her spiraling yet again.
I wasn’t going to withstand her contracting around my cock this time. I’d held on for so long. So many weeks.
“Autumn,” I cried out. Every drop that I thrust up into her was a part of me. I was giving her everything. My abstinence, my composure, my self-control.
In a few moments, I’d taken a hammer to everything I’d carefully constructed over the past three years.
I’d ripped up the rule book for Autumn.
I’d have to deal with the consequences tomorrow.
Twelve
Autumn
My limbs were stone-heavy and I wasn’t sure I’d ever have the energy to walk again. Sex with Gabriel had been . . . I knew it would be good. I just hadn’t expected it to be so completely life changing. And I hadn’t expected him to be so filthy. I’d loved it.
“Do you concede at Monopoly?” he asked, fastening his jeans.
I glanced at him with a frown. “Absolutely not. Do you?”
“No, of course not.”
I tried to bite back a grin. I liked that the serious, almost gruff side of Gabriel was back. It wasn’t as if that wasn’t him during sex. Just that he was . . . more. He was open and far less guarded. I liked it all. I just hoped I wasn’t about to get a case of whiplash again. There had been a number of times when I thought my attraction to him was reciprocated and then he receded into being my boss and a man I happened to live with. After tonight, I wasn’t sure I’d handle it from him.
“So, do we have to have a talk now about how this shouldn’t have happened?” If that was the way this was going to go, I wanted to know now. I liked Gabriel and the sex had been the best I’d ever had. Whatever I’d been doing before couldn’t really be described as sex anymore. There was no real comparison. “Because, it has happened. And I can’t regret it, Gabriel.”
He pulled me toward him, circling my waist with one arm. “That’s not how this is going to go. I like you, Autumn. There’s a connection between us that I can’t ignore, however hard I try.”
“But I don’t understand why you’ve tried so hard.” I wasn’t a virus to be avoided.