Finding Isadora(103)

“Keep that up,” he rasped, “and you can forget about together.”

“No self-control?” I teased, trailing a finger around the crown.

“Not an ounce. Not with you.” He pulled away from my hand then kissed me gently. “Condom?” he murmured.

“Oh, uh…” It had been so long since I’d been with a new man that I’d forgotten about the awkward but necessary conversation. “I … I’m on the pill. And I’m, uh, clean. I give blood regularly. You do too, right?”

“Yeah. Besides, I always use a condom.”

“Sure, of course. So you, uh…”

He shook his head, slowly but firmly. “No. I don’t want to.”

From Gabriel, it was almost a declaration of love.

“Me either.”

He kissed me again, our mouths knowing each other by now, knowing the ways to tease and tantalize. I closed my eyes and felt his body cover mine, felt his hardness against my belly. I raised my legs and sucked in a breath as he slid down and pressed against aching flesh. I tensed, wanting him so much. What was he waiting for?

His mouth broke from mine. “Isadora. Look at me.”

My eyes flew open. He was so gorgeous with his dark skin, striking features, long, tangled hair. But the most beautiful thing was the expression in his chocolate eyes. Passion and longing—and love.

I love you. I didn’t say the words aloud, but spoke them with my eyes and my whole body. “Gabriel.”

And then he was inside me and I shuddered with the sheer joy of it. Our bodies had been made for each other.

I stroked down the long, sleek line of his shoulders and back, gripped his butt, and felt his muscles work as he pumped into me. Long thrusts that went so deep they pulled me inside out when he drew back, then tiny ones so intense and concentrated that the pressure built unbearably.

I arched, pressing my breasts against his chest, raising my hips to him, my body begging his for the relief I craved. He stared deep into my eyes, then pulled away a little and his entire body tensed. He thrust deep, even deeper into my body, and everything inside me shattered in heat and fire and I cried his name as he gasped mine.

It was incredible. Absolutely incredible. Sex, yes, but the best, most amazing sex I’d ever experienced. And so much more than sex. Intimacy, a joining of hearts as well as bodies, the feeling of absolute certainty that this was the one man for me.

Realizing tears of joy filled my eyes, I blinked to hold them back.

He was sprawled on top of me, a Gabriel-blanket. His chest heaved against mine and his head rested in the curve of my shoulder. I turned my own head so I could kiss his hair. He moved slightly, enough to kiss my neck.

He sighed, a deep contented sigh that I could feel moving through his body. “Too heavy,” he mumbled. “I’ll move. Soon as I can.”

I circled my arms around him tightly. He was still inside me and I didn’t want to lose him. “Don’t move.” Don’t ever move. Let’s keep this perfect moment forever. “You’re not too heavy.”

I’d always thought mirrors on ceilings were tacky, but now I wished I had one so I could see his naked back. Instead, I let my fingers roam. When I reached the base of his spine, he tensed. I smiled against his hair and explored further. His butt muscles flexed under my fingers, and inside me he began to grow again.

Instinctively, my own body responded.

He lifted his head, then shoved himself up on his elbows. Dragging the hair back from his face, he smiled. A lazy, seductive smile. And then he rolled us so I was on top and he was still inside me, growing even harder. “I promise I’ll last longer this time,” he said.

I’d never been at ease in this position. I felt like it was up to me to make sure the sex was good, and I wasn’t confident I knew how to do that.

Perhaps he read my hesitancy, because he caressed my thigh and said, “Anything you want, Isadora. Do anything, everything.”

What did I want? I studied his body, sprawled out beneath me, and suddenly I knew. I eased up, freeing him, exposing him. Then I swung myself off the bed.

“What?” he said, sitting up, looking alarmed.

“No, it’s okay. I just…” My cheeks burned. “I want to look.”

“Look?” Then he chuckled. “I’m flattered.”

“You’re gorgeous. Just lie there, Gabriel, and let me look.”

He lay back obligingly and I studied him, taking in every detail. Especially of his erection, slick with moisture from our bodies, growing even bigger under my inspection, jutting up until it almost touched his navel.

Then I sank down beside him, took him in one hand, and eased my mouth around him, opening wide to take him in. He reached up to touch my face, my breast. Then, as I ran my tongue up and down his length, his hand fell away, clenched, at his side.

“Tell me,” he gasped, “what you want. Before it’s too late to stop.”

Did I want him to come in my mouth? No, not this time. My body burned with need. So I straddled him and took him inside, then leaned down to kiss him. When I would have stayed there, huddled over his chest, he took hold of my shoulders and pushed me back. “No, sit up. Tall and proud. Let me see your beautiful body.”

I obeyed, gripping his hips between my thighs.

He grasped my hips as, instinctively, we found the right pace. A pace that soon quickened, both of us gasping for breath. It was so unbearably delicious, so tantalizing, I wanted it to go on forever—but I also really wanted another orgasm.