Chloe
“I don’t know about this.”
Gabriel smiles devilishly and I respond with a full body shiver. Now that I know he wants me in return, it’s like I have no control over my reactions to him.
We’d spent the last hour talking about everything. And I mean everything. He told me about his years in the Navy, and how much he wanted to get away from his horrible home life to make something out of himself. I learned that he was one of those rare unicorns who believed in love and marriage, and when his had turned sour, it ruined him for future relationships. I’m not normally one to speak ill of another, but his wife has to be out of her mind to give up a great man like Gabriel. Then again if she hadn’t, we never would have met.
Once he finally lets his guard down, he is truly a thing of beauty. His smile—and his damn good spaghetti—had me reduced to a pile of goo by the time dinner was over. Well, that and the two drinks I’ve had to celebrate.
I toss my napkin onto the table with a groan. “I can’t possibly eat any more.”
“Excellent. Time for the next surprise of the evening.”
The food coma I’m nursing abates a little. “Next surprise?” I eye him warily. “If it’s dessert, I hate to say it, but I’m seriously going to have to pass. There’s no way.”
He chuckles and takes our dishes to the kitchen to rinse. While sitting back and relaxing, I hear a whine coming from outside, so I go out to the porch to investigate. I open the sliding glass door and am attacked by a blur of black and white. I immediately crouch down and start loving on the dog—a Boston Terrier from the looks of it. He’s equal parts bug eyes and smushed nose and the most awesome combination of ugly and cute.
“Who is this guy?”
“That’s Rudy. I’m surprised he didn’t introduce himself earlier.”
Rudy jumps up and licks all over my face. “Well, he’s definitely affectionate.” I laugh and give him a good back scratch. None of my apartments have allowed pets and I’ve wanted one for years. “I bet he and Emily are best buddies.”
“Oh, they are. He ditches me to sleep in her room whenever she visits.”
“Was he my surprise?”
“This handsome guy? Unfortunately, no. But I’m sure he’s loving the attention.” Rudy pants happily, rolling over on his back so I can give his belly a scratch, too.
We leave him a sated mess on the porch and Gabriel leads me down the steps and to a walkway. He situates me in front of him and covers my eyes with his hands and we walk in tandem through a gathering of trees behind his house. We stop and Gabriel presses against my back, breath tickling my ear as he says, “Keep your eyes closed. No peeking.”
“Is this one of those situations where I should be running for my life?”
“If you run, I’ll just have to catch you.”
I hear the telltale sound of a zipper followed by the brush of material falling to the floor. My mouth goes dry and every languid part of me perks right back up. My senses drink in every whisper of cloth against skin. The rasp of his shirt is like an electric shock to my heart and I grip myself around the middle to stop it from bursting right out of my chest.
Then I hear the subtle sounds of what can only be Gabriel walking into water and instead of bursting out of my chest, my heart just stops. Gabriel. Naked. In the water. Naked in the water a few feet away from me.
“Open your eyes.”
I take a few useless breaths that do nothing to calm the internal freak out that’s going on inside of me and do as he says. And oh, God, I go weak in the knees. I see the most magnificent expanse of back, and sweet baby Jesus, I swear I see a flash of ass before he disappears completely under water.
He’s going to kill me.
A few seconds later, he emerges on the other side of the pool, scrubbing the hair out of his face. He treads water there and I move to him because there is no walking away from this.
He watches with hooded eyes as I walk to the sunken stairs and slip off my sandals. My fingers are trembling when I grab the bottom of my dress. The cool air bathes my skin, though it does little to cool the heat inside me. My hands automatically reach for the bannisters because the sight of him just below me sends a rush of intense arousal through me. I take the first tentative step onto the first rung. Gabe shifts toward me, his easy-going mood replaced by desire. When I take the next step, he grips one of the bars with one hand so that when I enter the water, it’ll be right into his arms.
The water heightens every sensation—the slick feeling of his skin rubbing against mine, the gentle tug of my weighted hair. Even without touching me at all, he’s managed to turn me on more than I’ve ever been in my life. This morning included.
Then he glides to me, pressing me against the cool tile of the pool wall, his arms a cage around me that I never want to leave. His arousal presses thick and hot against the thin material of my panties. My legs go up and around his hips to urge him closer, to slick myself against him the way I’ve been wanting to all day.
His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls back just enough that my body is hovering on the precipice of pleasure and pain. With little bites, he trails a line down my throat to the thin material covering my breasts. He covers one nipple with an open-mouthed kiss, taking it between his teeth. The twin bites of pain, which are so good it hurts, causes me to cry out.
“Yes,” he whispers against my skin. “I want to hear you come for me this time. No one here but you and me and I’m gonna make you scream.”
He bites, nips, and kisses his way to my other breast. This time, he pulls down the material of my bra to use teeth and tongue to drive me to distraction. I clasp his head to me and writhe against him. My hips move in subtle motions that mimic the flicks of his tongue. I arch into him, giving him everything. I’d only managed a taste of how good it would be between us and it was even better the second time around.
His hands drift down my sides and grip my thighs. For one glorious moment, his cock is right where I need it. I throw my head back in response. He uses his hands to glide my pussy up and down the length of him, taking care not to hinder his attention to my breasts.
“You feel so good.” His voice is hoarse and he rests his head between my breasts as he attempts to catch his breath.
“So do you.”
He lifts his eyes to mine and now it’s nothing but the gentle rhythm of the water rocking us against each other. My hands map their way over his sun-browned shoulders and down his sculpted chest. I pause to flick the rigid tips of his nipples and delight in the strangled grown it elicits from his throat.
I unwrap my legs from his waist and slide, slowly, down the length of his body until I’m standing. He follows instinctively curving his body toward mine and I move away. His hands have my hips in an immovable grip as though he’s afraid I’ll somehow slip out of his grasp.
But he doesn’t have to worry.
I’m not going anywhere.
Gabriel
I blame it on her goofy-cute smile and the way she melted for my dog. It’s also her laugh and the way it makes her eyes practically sparkle, and maybe it’s the moonlight. For well over an hour, I watched as she licked sauce off her fingers or sucked down her drink. She would find every excuse to lean into me, to touch my shoulder, the back of my hand, or press a kiss to my lips, leaving behind the sugar-sweet scent of her perfume in her wake.
I knew the attraction between us was insane, but I didn’t know for sure until we connected over dinner that I truly liked her. I enjoy the passionate enthusiasm she has for everything around her and her fierce devotion to her family. In such a short time, I’d grown to care about this girl that fate had thrown into my lap. Even if we had to go our separate ways, I knew that I had to kiss her just once more. Inviting her into the pool was a spur of the moment decision and skinny-dipping a challenge, one that she accepted with flying colors.
The slick press of her skin and her short little pants and whimpers of pleasure will haunt me for a lifetime. She tastes sweet and salty, and I can’t stop kissing her, tasting her everywhere I can reach. When she untangles her legs to pay my body the same attention, my stomach contracts in pleasure. Her hands slide down my chest and her nails rake my abs. My breath catches in my throat when her hand clasps around me and strokes between us. My head drops to her shoulder and I bite the skin there as my hips thrust into her palm.
My hands move to cup her jaw and I look into her eyes. “I want you, Chloe. Now.”
She squeezes around me, pumping once, slowly. Torturously. “Yes,” is all she says.
And that’s all I need.
I put my hands on her waist and lift her to the side of the pool. As much as I enjoy her hands on me, I’ve been waiting an eternity to taste her. I push her back until she’s reclining on the material of her dress, watching me with heavily lidded eyes and sucking on her lower lip until its red and glistening.
I groan at the sight and slide my hands up the long length of her legs. She shivers and my lips curve up in a smile. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to take the time to enjoy sex. Watching her little responses to my every touch is a hell of a turn on. My fingers tease at the sensitive skin on the back of her knees and then scrape a line down her inner thighs. Her breathing shallows the closer I get and so does mine.
Her panties are practically see-through by this point. The shadow of her pussy and the small strip of hair are unmistakable. I trace the line with the soft touch of my finger from top to bottom. Her hips follow the movement and a hopeless mewl comes from her throat. With one hand, I pull her panties to the side and use the thumb of another to start a gentle rhythm against her clit. I watch as her eyes slowly drift closed and then I lean down and press my mouth right to that spot.
Her body tightens beneath me as one hand comes up and cups the back of my head. She murmurs encouragements, pleads to deities and a string of obscenities, but I don’t stop. The smell of her on my fingers doesn’t even compare to how good she tastes. My fingers tweak her nipples while I taste the sharp tang of her arousal. I’m mindless with it.
Her pleas devolve into babbling. I watch as her eyes flash open and she pushes up a bit to watch me work her. The sight of me between her legs drives her body wild. Her feet find purchase on the lower ledge of the pool and she uses that to add weight behind her thrusts, meeting me in an imitation of sex as my tongue spears into her.
Her breath comes out in short sobs. Her legs wrap around my head, her feet digging into my back. I release her hair as she melts. Her chest heaves and her entire body seizes. I watch as she stutters through her orgasm, a blush blooming over her chest and cheeks and then her body goes completely limp.
It was worth the wait.