Gabriel Ch. 04

Author's Note: Hi everyone! I just want to say thank you so much for the votes and the feedback on "Gabriel". It was a lot of fun to try out some new things and to write some new characters that were well received, especially on the heels of all the great feedback you gave me for "Sunday". A girl couldn't ask for better readers! I hope you enjoy the last chapter and that you want to hear more from these two when you're finished. Thanks again!

Kaia Bennett

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She fell back onto the bed, panting and shaking and trying to catch her breath. A shivering hand wiped the spit from her chin, ran over her swollen lips, and she gasped air in deep, shuddery gulps. Just moments before he was almost mercilessly fucking her mouth, holding her in place by her hair while he slid that tanned column of flesh between her lips, and stroked her all the way to the back of her throat. Just when she looked like she might gag he would release her, holding her face in his hand while he leaned down to kiss her. He would call her his beautiful, dirty girl and then she would close her eyes and suck in her breath as he straightened up and shoved his cock into her mouth yet again. It was the strangest mixture of cruelty and tenderness, and it turned her on more than she had ever thought possible. If he was doing this to her mouth, she could only imagine what was in store for the rest of her.

He needed to calm down, catch his breath. From the moment she asked him to fuck her as hard as he could he felt something bubbling up to the surface. She was just too beautiful, too soft, and too open. He wanted to do so many things to her and he mourned the fact that there wasn't enough energy in his body or enough hours in the day to do them all before she left. He would have to settle for this moment and he would have to make it be enough. He took his time stroking his hands down her neck, down between her breasts and then around them in teasing circles. She moaned, eyeing him through hooded lids as his hands stroked down the median of her stomach, gently over her inner thighs, and then back up the way they had come. He didn't touch all of the places that her body was obviously yearning for him to touch. Instead he leaned over her stroking her face almost reverently.

"Kiss me," he commanded sweetly, his eyes trained on her mouth as if it were his favorite delicacy.

She leaned upwards, barely having to lift her head off the mattress to reach his mouth. His lips were so tender on hers, almost tentative as they caressed her mouth and his tongue slid inside. She sighed against him, feeling her whole body start to quake with delicious wariness. Just moments before he was jamming his cock down her throat, and now he was kissing her like she was a virgin bride. There was more to come, much more, and not knowing when or how his roughness would appear excited her all the more. But for the moment the kiss was more than enough. It lulled her body into a relaxed state, his moans and the soft sound of their lips and tongues connecting taking over her senses. It was the type of kiss she had always imagined he would give her, and once again the fantasy was merging with the wonderful reality of what he was doing to her. She brought her hands up to stroke the strong planes of his jaw, letting her fingers sweep back into his soft dark hair as she pulled herself closer to him.

He groaned against her lips at the feel of her touching his face and hair so gently, and started stroking his aching cock slowly. He felt like he was ready to burst, like he could come just thinking about what he was going to do to her. But he couldn't stop himself from getting sidetracked by kissing her, even though he had meant for it to be just a few teasing pecks on her full lips. She always drew him in, sighing and pressing her mouth tighter to his to get more from his kiss. He felt like he could kiss her all day and it was that thought that made him pull away from her gently while licking his lips. There wasn't time to think about how he couldn't get enough of kissing her, or how he wouldn't be able to do so for very much longer. So once again he pushed those thoughts from his mind so that he could focus on what he had laying before him. He leaned back and his eyes traveled down that beautiful curvy frame shivering under the hunger in his eyes. She was watching his fist move over his engorged cock and the way she licked her lips and started to subtly move her hips made his eyes narrow. He leaned his hips in and rubbed the slippery head over her weeping slit, tapping her inner thigh lightly so that she would spread her legs more. He positioned himself closer to her, leaning on one hand while he watched her eyes devour the sight of his cock poised at her entrance.

"Put it inside you," he said in that soft, raspy voice. He watched with a shudder as she stared up at him wide eyed and hungry just before she stretched out her torso and wrapped her small hand around him. His jaw clenched at the feel of her warm, soft hand subtly stroking and squeezing him as she led him to her opening. She moaned low in her throat as she pulled him inside her until he was halfway buried, and then leaned back on her elbows to watch him slide in the rest.

He had other ideas.

He quickly grabbed her wrists and tugged until she was lying back on the bed and her arms were pinned at her sides. She gasped, inadvertently circling her hips around him and drawing him in further. It took the strength of ten men not to just slam into her and spurt all of his tension into her depths. But he wanted to take his time, so he waited. He waited until she had calmed down and was looking up at him for clues to what he would do. He watched her wide brown eyes, a soft smile on his face as he released her hands, only to hook his hands under her thighs and lace his fingers with hers. His fingers felt sturdy grasping hers, and his strong, veined forearms were rubbing against her thighs. She wondered distantly just how many ways this guy had to pin a girl to the bed. And then thoughts disappeared altogether when he buried himself to the hilt and held himself there. Her back arched as much as it could under the circumstances, her hips swiveling so that her pussy was dancing on his cock.

"That's it, dirty girl; fuck yourself on it. Get nice and warmed up for me," he hissed, and his warning made her shiver and move faster.

Her grip on his hands was tight as a vice, her smaller fingers shaking in his as she moved over him. His eyes narrowed and he swallowed hard at the look of her torso stretching and rolling into him like a wave, at the way she wiggled from side to side and then circled him again, as if she were trying to feel and memorize every possible point of impact he could reach within her body. When her breathing started to get as short as his patience he released her fingers, sliding them up her damp palms until he was gripping her wrists. They were so small he could wrap his hands around them with room to spare. He silently reminded himself with a grin to be careful of her little bones as he tugged her to him and speared her hard and fast on his cock.

This time her body jerked back almost violently, her head tilting back and a startled cry escaping her throat. He held himself within her, listening to her pant, watching her shake and shimmy her hips restlessly over his dick. He groaned and dipped forward feeling weak as she clutched him hard within her body.

She was moving her hips faster, rotating them frantically while he forced himself to remain still and watch her. Her breath came out in gasps and pants, her eyes looking up into his. He studied the tell-tale signs of arousal, taking in every furrow of her brow, every scrape of her teeth over her bottom lip, traveling lower to watch her arch as she pushed a sweet spot onto the head of his cock. Her hips rose up as much as they could to gain access to the hot length stretching her open. No sooner did she recover her breath than he did it again, pulling out a little more than halfway, then rolling his hips so that he could slam that extra inch into her wet heat. Not a bit of his hot length and width went to waste as he continued to slam into her with a steady, gasp inducing rhythm.

She wished she could she him leaving her body and then burying himself into her again. But all she could see when she managed to look up were her own heaving breasts, those black tribal tattoos on his tan torso with their scarlet shading, and the way his narrow hips slammed against hers. They disappeared between her widespread legs, rolling like a tidal wave that crashed hard and fast into her, jerking her body sharply against the bed with every thrust. And she returned every thrust with one of her own, her body pleading with his not to leave by grasping and pulsing over him.

"Goddamn, little girl...," he whispered, leaning down to lick her lips. "Squeezing my dick so hard." He arched his hips into her hard again, testing just how much she liked the way he was fucking her. When she cried out against his lips and her hard nipples arched up to brush against his chest he slammed his mouth against hers and began to do what she asked him to do. He fucked her as hard as he could, thrusting over and over again with increasing speed.

"Oohhh...m-my Go -- " she wailed in little more than tortured whisper through gritted teeth. Her eyes were glassy and wide, staring at the ceiling while his lips brushed against her upward tilted chin. He was growling against her skin, fucking her so hard that her breasts were shimmying under his body and the bed was banging against the wall. The slams of the headboard were accompanied by the sound of his body smacking into hers, by the sounds of her moans and him grunting against her skin.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, loving how she looked as if she were being tormented by pleasure. It could almost be confused with a look of pain. He would have been worried if she weren't so wet, if her body wasn't clutching at him and her voice wasn't wailing out his name and the word "Yesss," so quietly that he could have imagined it. Her fingers were wrapped around his wrists and she was bracing herself against the assault of his hard cock and the orgasm that was mounting within her. Her nails dug into the skin and the tingle of superficial pain pushed him further.

"Ohhh...it's com -- " she gasped and tried again, her ass lifting off the bed. 'Coming, I'm c-com-min -- "

She screamed and growled and pumped her hips, her body trying to fly off the bed but being pinned by his hands and the way his hips moved even faster against her. He growled and tilted his head back, feeling her shiver as his rapid fire thrusts became sharp, singular ones. She was still coming, still pumping against him when he released her wrists gently, stroking over the indent of his strong fingers. When he felt her tremors start to subside he pulled out of her, stroking himself to combat the cool air wafting over his cock now slick with her come. She was trying to swallow, to regain her sanity, but he wasn't giving her time to recover.

"Don't pass out on me," he said, lifting her leg to place a kiss against the inside of her ankle. "I'm not done with you yet, little girl."

She whimpered with arousal when he flipped her over quickly by his hold on her leg. Still coming out of her post orgasmic haze, she didn't comprehend why his warm body was moving away, why the bed was shifting and he was getting off of it. Until he was turning her to the side, and dragging her to the edge of the bed by her hips so that she was facing the mirrors on his closet. He was tugging gently on her hair until she was standing on her knees on the bed in front of him while he stood on the floor behind her. She came face to face with their reflections, gasping for a moment and then smiling at the irony. Nearly a week ago she had wondered what a contented girl looked like in Gabriel's bed. And now she really knew. A contented girl in Gabriel's bed looked like this, spent and shaking and always ready for more.

"You look so fucking good," he whispered in her ear while his eyes devoured her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was glowing, slick with sweat. His hold on her hair kept most of it out of her face so that he could clearly see those dark eyes, the tilt of her nose, those cute flushed cheeks and those full, red lips. Her shoulders were strong, her arms toned and yet soft under his touch. Her breasts were round and swollen from being tweaked and sucked, the dark chocolate nipples so tight and hard that they made his mouth water. Her smooth, creamy skin was all tight milk chocolate curves, tapering into a little waist so that the curve of her hips and thighs were even more pronounced. And then there was the treasure between those glistening thighs.

"You want me to touch this pretty little body, don't you?"

She nodded, as much as she could with his fingers still curled in her hair and forcing her to look at what he was doing to her.

"Where? Show me."

She wanted him to touch her everywhere. As if he didn't already know.

He released her hair and placed his hands on her chest, silently telling her that she had free reign to lead them where she wanted them to go. Her small brown hands covered his large tan ones and led them down the curve of her breasts so that he could cup them. His hands soon took over and started to massage them in slow, sensual circles, squeezing and pressing her sensitive flesh into his palms.

"That feel good, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," she whispered, nodding as if in a daze and leaning her head against his shoulder. "Pinch my nipples."

He stilled for just a second, caught off guard by her husky command. But only for a second. He was eager to see the way she would shiver when he fondled her sensitive breasts the way she liked. She gasped when he caught them between his thumb and forefinger and pressed until he could feel the firm roots within the taut, dark buds.

"Like that?" he asked, even though he knew what he was doing was just right. Her nod of approval was more vigorous this time.

He teased her nipples, twisting and tugging and rolling them gently until her breathing became little more than fluttering pants against his jaw. Then he released them slowly, once again commanding her to show him where he his hands should go next in that deep, raspy voice. They trailed down the soft skin of her stomach, his fingers tracing soft patterns over her ribcage until he came to the indent that led her waist to her full hips. There wasn't a place on her body that wasn't soft as silk under his calloused fingertips. He loved the contrast; he loved watching his hands cover her skin and seeing how just a simple touch could make her writhe in his arms.

She led his hands down her navel, feeling his fingers dip over the teardrop of her belly button, over the soft curve of her lower stomach. She had always hated that stubborn curve, but he touched that part of her just as softly and reverently as he touched the rest of her body. She made him stroke across the median that separated her navel from the dark triangle of hair at the start of her mound. She could feel his fingers tensing slightly, making her marvel at the way he seemed to love touching her pussy as much as she loved for him to. She almost laughed when she heard him growl against her neck as she led his hands down her thighs instead. She did this until they reached as far down as they could from where he was standing, and then she circled them around until they were cupping her inner thighs. She was so wet that she was running down her thighs, feeling absolutely desperate to have him inside of her. But she forced herself to take her time, to relish the feeling of his fingertips trailing through the wetness glistening on her inner thighs, up the soft indent of her skin to where he would eventually torture her in the best possible way.

He could almost feel those slick petals under his fingertips and they flexed against her thigh as she made him take the torturously long journey towards the treasure between her legs. When both hands came to the juncture just before the outer lips of her pussy she made them rub back and forth, making him knead the flesh of her thighs before she turned one of his hands over and cupped her hot, throbbing sex with it. His fingers squeezed her pussy towards his palm in a steady back and forth motion, and her hips quickly followed suit.

"Mmm," she moaned and her breath was warm against the sweet spot at his jaw when his middle finger slid between her folds.

"Do you know how sweet this little pussy is, Nicole?" he whispered, tilting his chin up against a shiver when she panted in his ear. "So sweet. You're gonna taste it for me." He rubbed faster, smiling at the way she moaned and her hips picked up speed.

He brought his hand up to her face, and she quickly covered it with her own hand. He watched in the mirror as she licked his fingers from root to tip. His cock twitched when she hungrily wrapped her lips around his middle finger, taking it all the way to the first knuckle and then sucking on it as if it were lower things.

"F-fuck...me..." he groaned, closing his eyes as a violent shiver coursed through him.

She was killing him. There had always been an invisible line that connected his middle finger to his cock. It was just a quirk, like his appreciation for long legs, or his love of peanut butter and banana sandwiches. A girl sucked on his middle finger and his dick came out to say hello. He instantly felt himself harden to almost painful proportions and he knew that his body wouldn't hold out much longer. He had to be inside of her again and soon, before the feel of her tugging that invisible string like she was his own personal puppet master had him spurting against her back. It didn't help when she turned to him, smiling around his thick finger and then sucking all the way to tip until it left her mouth with a wet pop. She licked her lips and stared blatantly into his eyes, relishing the look of lust there that scorched her skin.

"You want some, Gabriel?" she asked, and the huskiness in her voice threatened to undo him. "I know you like the way I taste."

She didn't wait for a reply, or for the surprise on his face to subside before she leaned in and sucked on his bottom lip. Her hand reached behind her to grip his cock, her tight fist stroking the silky skin covering the iron hardness of his arousal.

"Open up," she teased, placing her smile on his lips just before she invaded his mouth and swiped the sweet and spicy taste of her desire across his eager tongue. He was shaking against her, pulling her closer to his body by his grip on her inner thigh. When she moaned against his mouth, that was it. It was all he could take.

She gasped when he tangled the hand that was gripping her thigh in her soft, dark hair. He just barely pulled his lips away from hers, watching her stare up at him with wide, lust filled eyes. He couldn't tell which look he liked better: the one where she knew she had him in the palm of her hand, or the one where she was almost fearful of the hunger in his eyes. It was the latter he was facing now, and it made him clench his jaw as he gave her small evil smile. His eyes must be so dark, so full of what he was going to do to her body. He pulled his hand, the hand she had so seductively tended to with her mouth, away from her grasp, letting it travel down her hips until it was on her thigh. He swept it around to the juncture between her thigh and her full ass.

He tugged gently on her hair and the smack of his palm against her ass reverberated through the bedroom, followed by her startled cry.

"Such a dirty girl," he whispered, and his whole body tingled with arousal when a high pitched shriek accompanied the sharp jerking of her body as he spanked her hard. The next one left her only able to squeak, her eyes tearing up and her mouth opening wide on a soundless scream.