Part 4 (1/2)

He grabs my rear. ”Ella,” he says to me, pulling me tight against him. ”I'm just messing with you. I'll f.u.c.k you any which way you want, babe.”

b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

I punch him on the chest as hard as I can, but he laughs even harder. ”You should have seen your face,” he says, still laughing at my expense.

”Why are you always so juvenile?” I sneer at him as I walk to our bedroom where I plop myself on the edge of the bed. ”We were having a special moment.”

The room is dark. I haven't bothered to turn on the light.

He kneels in front of me. ”Oh...is that what it was,” he says as he slides a hand under my dress. ”I thought we were just going to f.u.c.k.”

”Well, you know what I mean,” I try to explain. ”But it doesn't matter now...you've ruined it. Now, I'm the one who's not in the mood.”

He laughs out loud. ”I can change that,” he tells me, standing. He walks over to the bedroom door and locks it. As he makes his way back to me, he eyes me with that playful, intense stare I know so well.

He kneels in front of me again. ”I'll get you hot...in no time,” he says, his fingers playing with the lace of my panties.

”No, you can't. You're not that powerful.” I am so mad at him-I really don't want to give in to him. I try to s.h.i.+mmy away, but he grabs my rear.

He pulls me to him. ”I beg to differ.” His hands are rough against my skin as he pulls my panties off.

And he's absolutely right.

I want this...so badly.

I lie back and completely give in.

”Now that's more like it,” he breathes, burying his head between my legs, under the skirt of my dress. I dig my fingers into his dark, silky curls. And I completely surrender. I want him to kiss me like he has so many times before.

I want him...no one but him.

He starts off slowly, licking me softly, and it feels amazing. I want to get out of this dress. I want to be naked against him. I want to be touched all over, and I want to touch. But this feels too good, and I don't want him to stop.

In no time, my breathing quickens, and I am fully aroused. I rub my hands through his unruly hair as I press my s.e.x against his mouth. He responds and moves his tongue faster.

He's so good at this.

I feel my body warm and reach that state of arousal I've been aching for.

My pulse quickens and my o.r.g.a.s.m comes swiftly, long and intense. I stifle my moans on the fleshy part of my arm. And I can't believe I've climaxed already.

Gabe keeps going until my moans have settled down.

Finally, he pulls away.

”You don't waste any time, do you?” he teases, always the joker.

I laugh and cover my face with my hand, a little embarra.s.sed.

”Don't be shy. I love it. You made my job real easy.”

And I find myself laughing again.

He climbs up on top of me and plants a gentle kiss on my collarbone. I close my eyes and enjoy the state of relaxation I've fallen into, my body languid, heavy.

He studies me-a grin stretches across his face. ”But I'm not quite done with you,” he teases, my o.r.g.a.s.m barely a thing of the past. Before I have a chance to even react, he grabs me hard and flips me over. My face pressed against the bed, I hear the sound of him undoing his pants. He grabs my hips and pulls me up to him. I feel tender and tight, but I still like the feel of him when he sinks into me. As he presses against me, I close my eyes and enjoy him. His hands dig into my hips as his thrusts intensify.

He's gentle tonight.

Despite the fact that I've just climaxed, I still love every second of it. My body responds to him so easily.

He's usually a little rough with me-sometimes I think he's too rough, but tonight he's not rough enough.

”Harder,” I moan softly, barely audible.

He feels so good. This is s.e.x-it's what we do. We don't make love...we f.u.c.k.

He kicks it up a notch and slams harder into me. The headboard bangs against the wall, again and again.

He feels incredible.

He grabs a fist full of my hair tightly at my nape. ”You can't see my face,” he breathes against my ear. ”Just imagine him. He's the one f.u.c.king you right now.”

My breath catches.

I'm not shocked by Gabe's words. It's the way he is...a little kinky.

But I can't do it.

I can see Weston's gorgeous face, but I can't imagine him there.

”Don't feel guilty about it,” Gabe presses, ”just let your imagination go.”

I can only see Gabe's face.

I turn my head toward him.

It's dark, and I can't quite see him perfectly. But a flicker of moonlight streaming through the window is enough for me to make out his body pressed against mine-he still wears his black striped b.u.t.ton s.h.i.+rt-the image arouses me.

I feel myself getting closer and closer to another climax.

He can sense I'm almost there. ”I want to hear you,” he says, his voice soft. ”I want to hear you scream.”

And I let go. I moan louder and louder-louder than I probably should. And I hear the familiar ragged sounds of Gabe's climax, perfectly timed to mine-he has amazing control.

And at that moment, I think my husband might very well be the greatest lover on the planet.

He leans down and kisses me on the shoulder. ”I love you, Ella,” he whispers, like he always does.

I wake up with a smile on my face, and I'm still wearing my dress. Gabe is stretched out next to me. He's been watching me sleep.