Page 54 of Gabriel
Careful not to spook her, I keep my body pressed to her side and lower my mouth to her breast as my hand goes ona downward descent. Grazing my teeth against her nipple, she whimpers and the sound alone gets me impossibly harder.
Popping the button on her jeans, I pause to see if she’ll stop me. She doesn’t. Lowering the zipper, I switch attention to her other breast and slip my hand beneath the fabric of her jeans.
Cecilia’s tiny hands fly up to tangle in my hair right as my fingers brush against the lace of her panties and, not missing a beat, I tug them aside. She shudders in my arms and I release her nipple with a loud pop before capturing her lips again in a reverent kiss. She’s so fucking sweet. So responsive.
Skimming my fingers along her folds, I take note of how wet she is for me and groan against her lips. “Do you like that?” I ask, pressing two fingers through the evidence of her desire before circling her clit with her wetness. Her hips buck forward, chasing my touch. “Do you want more?” I pull back enough to gauge her response and am greeted with eyes drunk on desire. Satisfaction thrums through me.
My dick throbs behind my zipper, straining to get free, but this right now, it isn’t about me. It’s about her. Her pleasure. Her release.
Flicking my wrist, it only takes a minute before Cecilia is close, body coiled tight and all but begging for release. Her chest heaves, making her pretty little tits bob with the motion. I don’t know how long her parents will be gone so I need to speed this along and get her where I need her to be before we’re interrupted.
Putting more pressure on her clit, I rub the little bundle of nerves until she’s just about to sail over the edge and then I hold her there, on the precipice of her release. “Answer me.” A dick move, but I need to know she’s in this with me. That this need coursing through me isn’t one sided. That I’m not imagining things.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Little pants of pleasure escape her lips and her head rolls from side to side, making me chase her mouth for a kiss. Her entire body quivers and I bite her bottom lip, holding her in place before pinching her clit. She whimpers, and fuck does that sound do things to me.
I meet her gaze, watching as her orgasm takes over and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She moans with her release. Perfection. I continue to stroke her as she comes down, until her body spasms and she shoves my hand away.
“Too sensitive,” she says.
“Mmm. For now.”
She smiles. It’s this cautious yet hopeful thing that I can’t help but return. “I—“ She hesitates, and something tells me whatever it is she’s about to say, it’s important, so I wait. “I didn’t think it could feel like that.”
“Amazing?” I quirk a single brow.
She smacks a hand to my chest. “I guess.”
“Orgasms should always be good.”
Cecilia snorts, tugging her shirt and bra back into place. “I know. It’s just that it’s been—“ She cuts herself off.
“Are you ever going to tell me?” I ask, wanting her to open up.
Her eyes mist and I inwardly curse myself for fucking up this moment for her.
“You know whatever it is, you can tell me. I won’t think of you any different.”
A front door downstairs opens and closes and voices drift softly up the stairs. She swipes at the moisture on her face and points out the obvious. “Mom and Dad are home,” she tells me. “You should probably go.” Her words say one thing, but the look on her face says something else.
It begs me to stay.
Fuck. I’m not getting attached to this pint-sized brunette. I’m already attached. I may as well cut off my balls now and give them to her for safekeeping in her purse. Save both of us the trouble of denying what’s going on right now.
“No can do,” I tell her with a shake of my head. I lean back against her pillows and tug her across my chest. She comes willingly, curling into my side and resting a hand over my heart. Can she tell how fast it beats when I’m with her?
“I don’t roll like that.” Lies. I very much roll like that, but evidently, not with her. “You ordered the full meal deal, which comes with post orgasmic cuddling.”
She giggles against me and I freeze, desperate to hear the sound from her again. “You’re ridiculous,” she tells me.
I jab my fingers into her ribs, tickling her side. She shrieks before squirming to get away.
“Did you just call me ridiculous?”
She laughs, this full-bellied sound. “What about it?” There’s a dare in her voice, the playful side of her coming out, but before I can answer her, the door to her bedroom opens and Mrs. Russo pops her head in.
“We’re back,” she says, as though we didn’t already know.
She eyes our position on the bed and Cecilia squirms to put space between us, but that shit is not happening. Tightening my grip on her, I shift just enough to hide the opening of her jeans and nod my head toward her mother. “Thank you for the time.”
