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When I feel her start to tremble and tighten around me again, her arousal coating my tongue as she shudders through her third climax, I finally take pity on her and on myself. I give her one last long, slow lick, tasting every inch of her sweet pussy as she lets out another sobbing whimper, and then I rise up over her, taking in the look of exhausted pleasure on her face as I lean in to kiss her.
Her mouth is soft under mine, and she tilts her chin up, her lips parting for my tongue. “You like how you taste in my mouth?” I murmur against her lips, and she whimpers again, her legs tangling around mine. “You taste so sweet, Bella. And now I need you. I’m so hard it hurts, from feeling you come all over my mouth.”
I reach down, my fingers wrapping around hers as I move her hand to my straining cock. “You feel how hard I am? That’s all you, sweetheart. All for you. And fuck, I need to be inside of you.”
She nods breathlessly, and I slide my hands down, gripping her waist. “I want you from behind. I want to see that pretty ass while I slide into you. Can I have you like that?”
The small, shaky nod that she gives me is almost enough to make me come apart.
Gently, I roll her onto her stomach, one hand squeezing her hip as I angle her just the way I want. She looks perfect like this, her tanned skin flushed with pleasure, her swollen pussy peeking out, pink and wet between her thighs. I wrap one hand around my cock, feeling myself throb as I slide into her.
“Fuck—” I hiss the word between my teeth as my tip sinks into her. She’s hot and wet and tight, and it feels so fucking good that it’s almost too much. I take a long, shuddering breath, clinging to my orgasm with all the self-control I have left as I slide into her another inch, and then another, feeling the wet, hot, velvet clasp of her around my cock with a pleasure that leaves all of my nerves raw.
Bella lets out a gasp as I sink to the hilt, her hips arching up, rubbing against me. I let out a sharp breath, holding myself still for a moment, the soft press of her ass against me and the feeling of her clenching around my length so good that I’m terrified that if I move, I’ll lose myself.
She feels incredible. Better than I’ve ever imagined, better than I remember. I can’t let myself think about the fact that tonight is almost certainly going to be all I ever have.
It’s not ever going to be enough.
Nothing short of a lifetime of having her in my arms, in my bed, in my life, could ever be enough.
“Gabriel—” She lets out a sobbing, gasping moan, grinding back against me. Pleasure jolts down my spine, and I lean forward, pressing my mouth against her shoulder. “Please—I need more. Please.”
The sound of her begging is almost enough to undo me. But I can’t deny her anything that she wants.
I start to move, slowly, trailing kisses down her spine as I draw my hips back in a long, hot slide that ends with just my swollen cockhead still inside of her, before I thrust forward again. I fuck her like that at first, in long slow strokes that leave every muscle in my body wound taut, and make her shiver underneath me as she arches her back, meeting me every time I thrust back inside of her again.
It feels exquisite. She’s exquisite.
And I want to see her face when I make her come again.
I thrust once more, savoring the depth, the feeling of her plush ass pressed against my taut abdomen, and then I pull out, my cock throbbing in protest as I roll her onto her back. I slide one hand down her leg, hooking it around my hip as I spear her again with a quick thrust, harder this time as I look down at her gorgeous face.
“Moan for me, sweetheart,” I murmur, as I thrust into her again. “Let me hear how good that feels. God, baby, let me hear it. Come for me one more time.”
“I don’t think I can,” Bella gasps. “But it feels so good?—”
“You can.” I reach down, rolling the pad of my thumb over her clit. “Come all over my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”
I want this to last forever. I don’t want to come, don’t want to stop, but the need for release is too much. I can’t hold back much longer, and when I see her head fall back, when her mouth opens, and I feel that first velvet clench of her pussy as her orgasm ripples along the length of my cock—I’m gone.
It’s all I can do to let her ride her orgasm out before I force myself to pull out, every muscle in my body protesting as I wrap my hand around my length and start to stroke. The first hot spurt shoots across her breasts as the pleasure unfurls down my spine, droplets of cum clinging to her stiff nipples as the next streaks across her stomach, her abs, dripping down her smooth skin as jet after jet of cum arcs across her body. My hand flexes convulsively around my cock, squeezing out the last of it, stroking as I coax every last throb of pleasure from my orgasm.
Panting, I collapse on the bed next to her. Bella has practically melted into the bed, her eyes closed and chest heaving as she tries to get her breath.
“Don’t move,” I tell her, when I can speak again. “I’ll get something to clean you up.”
She nods speechlessly, and I push myself up out of the bed, walking on shaky legs to go and get a warm washcloth. I come back after a moment, sitting next to her and gently cleaning her off, and she lets out a soft hum of pleasure at the feeling of the warm cloth on her skin.
When I come back from the bathroom a second time, she’s slid under the covers, just the top of her bare shoulder showing above them. My chest tightens as I look at her, her face soft and relaxed, chestnut hair spilling over the pillows, and I want nothing more than to look at her like that forever.
I want her. All of her, in every way. And the thought terrifies me—the possibility of how easily I could lose her. How likely it is that she’ll leave, when this is all over. How easily she could be taken away from me. The fear is a tight, iron band around my chest, squeezing tighter with every hour, every day, and it stifles everything I want to say to her.
Everything that could change what there is between us. Everything that could give me what I want.
I slide into bed next to her. She’s already breathing deeply, soft, long breaths that tell me she’s fallen asleep—without her pills.
Carefully, I move close to her—not close enough to touch, but close enough that I can feel her warmth, the solid shape of her body next to mine. Close enough that I can feel what it’s like to share a bed with her, for at least one more night.
