Chapter 13
Chapter 13
His body is huge, stretching me to the hilt. His lips are on mine and he stays close, holding me as he loves me,
He moans into my mouth and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he comes.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “It’s too good.”
But I can’t focus on a word he’s saying because my own orgasm is hitting
a freight train. My back arches from the bed
moan into his mouth. He pumps me harder to let me work it out, and we pant against each other as we kiss.
Holy hell.
Perfection.
It’s late, later than late.
I’m lying with my leg over Gabriel’s body and he’s facing me on his side.
We’ve been at it for hours; I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve come. What started out as gentle lovemaking has turned into a rough and ready fuckfest.
I loved every single minute of it.
We are freshly showered now, and I can hardly keep my eyes open.
Gabriel’s fingers are slowly sliding through my swollen sex as he stares at me. It’s not a sexual kind of fingering, it’s a worship kind of touch. He’s feeling where his body is inside of mine.
My eyes are so heavy and they slowly close, he slides his finger inside me and I flutter my eyes back open.
“Sleep, sweetheart,” he whispers. “You’re exhausted.”
My heavy eyelids close, and I feel his fingers deep inside me, his lips on my neck.
“Can I touch you while you sleep?” he whispers, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of my body. I’m so wet, my body is filled
with him.
I smile sleepily. “Please,” I whisper.
I battle to
o keep my eyes open, to keep up with his needs, but I can’t. Exhaustion takes over.
Dreams of Technicolor.
I’m dozing through the ecstasy. Not awake and yet not deeply asleep.
In between worlds.
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Kisses and nibbles, fingers and tongue.
Gabriel’s quivering breath in my ear, whispering beautiful things in
Italian
My body being rolled one way and then the other as it fills his every craving
Pillows underneath me.
His tongue on my behind, his soft moans as he comes deep inside my body.
Again, and again he takes me.
He worships my body and uses it for his pleasure.
Unable to stop himself, he keeps going and going.
Taking it all.
Sleep robs me of my time with hirn, and I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or if this is truly happening.
But whatever it is, don’t wake me up. This is the best night of my life.
I’m in heaven.
I wake with a start.
The room is dark, but I can tell that it’s morning. I sit up and look around.
Gabriel is nowhere to be seeti.
I drag my hands down my face as I go over the night we had.
Wow.
Incredible doesn’t come close for words to describe it.
I go to the bathroom and stare at my reflection. I look a right wreck, raccoon eyes and all. I tame down my hair and wash my face and throw on his robe that was hanging on the back of the door.
He must be making breakfast. A thrill of excitement runs through me, and I go in search of my man.
I walk up the hallway and out into the kitchen, no sign of him. I can smell freshly brewed coffee, he’s been up.
I walk through the living room and the television is on CNN news.
“Gabriel,” I call.
“In here,” he calls back.
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fully dressed in a suit and on his computer, typing away.
Oh…
I linger at the door and finally he looks up. “Good morning.” “You’re working?” I frown.
“I am.”
a
I know for a fact that he finished for the year yesterday. I thought you finished?”
I
by thought wrong” He smiles, but it doesn’t touch his eyes, and I instantly know that the sweet man who made love to me all night is gone.
Gabriel Ferrara is here in his place.
Maybe I’m imagining it. I walk over, sit in his lap and he kisses me quickly. “Give me a minute to finish up here, Violet, and I’ll take you home.”
He taps my behind to get me off his lap. “Go get dressed.” What?
I walk to the door, feeling awkward, not quite the greeting I expected. I make my way up to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
What the hell was that?
With
my heart in my throat, I drink my coffee. I’m not getting dressed.
We need to talk.
I wait and wait and wait….
Twenty minutes later he walks out, his back ramrod straight and he looks me up and down. “I thought you were getting
dressed.”
My eyes search his and he snaps them away. He goes to the coffee machine and pours himself a cup of coffee, he can’t even look me in the eye.
“Is this about me leaving?” I ask softly.
He stays silent and sips his coffee, his eyes are wild as if he’s about to lose control.
It is.
“I guess I smile hopefully, I could rent my house out and I shrug. “We can’t work together anymore, but
He walks over and stares out the window with his back to me.
Yes, why not? I could stay. After the magical night that we had, I have to see where this goes.
“I’ll get another job, and I mean I begin to pace as I think out loud,
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I’ll have to rent another apartment, but as long as the rent covers my mortgage then.”
He remains silent, his back still to me,
I mean, of course, I’ll have to go for a week to collect the keys and stuff, but I’ll come right back.”
“You need to go to Connecticut.”
I frown. “Connecticut?”
“Wherever the fuck it is you’re moving to,” he spits angrily. I step back, shocked by his venom. “But I thought?” “You
ought wrong.” He cuts me off.
“What?”
He stays staring out the window, back straight, shoulders squared.
“Look at me?”
He turns. “You need to go,” he whispers.
“Why? I don’t understand. We had the most incredible night?” “I know.” His haunted eyes hold mine.
“Then why?”
“Because I can’t give you what you want, much less what you deserve.”
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