you're going to have to wait for me to find the right words and the right time to say them."
She nodded. "For that, I can wait," she whispered, "But only if you kiss me now."
He kissed her. It was better than the first kiss. It was intoxicating. With his long, hard body beneath her, she thought she might die with the power of it coursing through her.
He shifted on the bed without breaking the kiss, lifting them both and resettling them so they were lying on the bed properly. Gabrielle clung to him, still lying on top of him. She trembled as his hands stroked her back, making her arch and her hips push into his pelvis. He groaned in reaction, and pulled his lips from hers. His eyes were hooded. "Do you know what that does to me, when you do that?"
"I have some idea," she murmured, her voice throaty.
He twisted, flipping her onto her back and straddled her hips with a satisfied smile. "Payback," he growled and leaned down to nibble, lick and stroke his way down her body, from chin to toe. As he went, he removed her clothes. His lips and fingers lingered here and there to tease as the mood struck him. Her nipples were a target for his lips and teeth and tongue. Her nether lips were toys for his fingers and tongue to play with for minutes on end, as he explored every crevice.
By the time he reached her toenails, Gabrielle was a writhing, helpless mass of jangling nerve endings. She begged for release in a hoarse voice she barely recognized as her own.
Seth took his time undressing, watching her squirm on the bed as he removed each item of clothing, his gaze predatory and hungry. By the time he was fully naked, Gabrielle was desperate for him to return to her arms and join with her. She studied his wide shoulders, gleaming satin and tanned in the low light from the bedside table. As he turned to toss his clothes over the chair next to the wardrobe, she traced the masculine line of his thighs, over his tight backside and the hard hips, swooping up to his wide back.
Then he turned again to face her. He was erect and pulsing red, thick and more than adequately endowed, nestled between the muscular thighs.
Gabrielle had a purely feminine, satisfied thought: " He's mine. "
Seth came to the bed, his eyes locked on hers. He took her in his arms and his knee slipped between her thighs.
Gabrielle's heart and soul paused, waiting.
Seth slid into her. She gasped at heat and thickness of him and the delight of being possessed by him. She wrapped her legs around him as her thoughts scattered under the building pleasure. Seth's hand slid under her bottom and cupped it, pressing her to him. The possessiveness of the gesture and the added pressure caught at her. Abruptly, her pleasure leapt, sweeping her up in the rhythm of this most ancient dance. She caught at Seth, her breath hitching, almost frightened by the intense feelings. "Seth!"
He kissed her throat. "Yes, come for me," he coaxed.
Her climax shattered over her, bright lights blossoming behind her eyes, arching her spine and making her heart stand still. She heard and felt Seth come too, straining against her, then they both fell against the mattress, their bodies inert for long moments.
Gabrielle could feel moisture gathering in the corners of her eyes. She wouldn't call them tears. That would be stupid.
"Hey, you okay?" Seth asked softly, his lips sliding over her cheek bones.
She nodded, afraid to use her voice.
"What is it?" he insisted.
"I've...never done that," she said carefully.
Seth propped his head up on one elbow. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific, because I know you're not a virgin," he said gently.
"Umm...climaxed," she said, and blushed.
"During intercourse?"
Her blush deepened. "At all," she said simply.
Seth brushed her hair from her forehead. "All those romantic box office boyfriends and not one of the bastards ever made sure you were taken care of in bed, Ellie?"
Gabrielle blinked. Ellie . He was calling her Ellie. She liked
She nodded. "For that, I can wait," she whispered, "But only if you kiss me now."
He kissed her. It was better than the first kiss. It was intoxicating. With his long, hard body beneath her, she thought she might die with the power of it coursing through her.
He shifted on the bed without breaking the kiss, lifting them both and resettling them so they were lying on the bed properly. Gabrielle clung to him, still lying on top of him. She trembled as his hands stroked her back, making her arch and her hips push into his pelvis. He groaned in reaction, and pulled his lips from hers. His eyes were hooded. "Do you know what that does to me, when you do that?"
"I have some idea," she murmured, her voice throaty.
He twisted, flipping her onto her back and straddled her hips with a satisfied smile. "Payback," he growled and leaned down to nibble, lick and stroke his way down her body, from chin to toe. As he went, he removed her clothes. His lips and fingers lingered here and there to tease as the mood struck him. Her nipples were a target for his lips and teeth and tongue. Her nether lips were toys for his fingers and tongue to play with for minutes on end, as he explored every crevice.
By the time he reached her toenails, Gabrielle was a writhing, helpless mass of jangling nerve endings. She begged for release in a hoarse voice she barely recognized as her own.
Seth took his time undressing, watching her squirm on the bed as he removed each item of clothing, his gaze predatory and hungry. By the time he was fully naked, Gabrielle was desperate for him to return to her arms and join with her. She studied his wide shoulders, gleaming satin and tanned in the low light from the bedside table. As he turned to toss his clothes over the chair next to the wardrobe, she traced the masculine line of his thighs, over his tight backside and the hard hips, swooping up to his wide back.
Then he turned again to face her. He was erect and pulsing red, thick and more than adequately endowed, nestled between the muscular thighs.
Gabrielle had a purely feminine, satisfied thought: " He's mine. "
Seth came to the bed, his eyes locked on hers. He took her in his arms and his knee slipped between her thighs.
Gabrielle's heart and soul paused, waiting.
Seth slid into her. She gasped at heat and thickness of him and the delight of being possessed by him. She wrapped her legs around him as her thoughts scattered under the building pleasure. Seth's hand slid under her bottom and cupped it, pressing her to him. The possessiveness of the gesture and the added pressure caught at her. Abruptly, her pleasure leapt, sweeping her up in the rhythm of this most ancient dance. She caught at Seth, her breath hitching, almost frightened by the intense feelings. "Seth!"
He kissed her throat. "Yes, come for me," he coaxed.
Her climax shattered over her, bright lights blossoming behind her eyes, arching her spine and making her heart stand still. She heard and felt Seth come too, straining against her, then they both fell against the mattress, their bodies inert for long moments.
Gabrielle could feel moisture gathering in the corners of her eyes. She wouldn't call them tears. That would be stupid.
"Hey, you okay?" Seth asked softly, his lips sliding over her cheek bones.
She nodded, afraid to use her voice.
"What is it?" he insisted.
"I've...never done that," she said carefully.
Seth propped his head up on one elbow. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific, because I know you're not a virgin," he said gently.
"Umm...climaxed," she said, and blushed.
"During intercourse?"
Her blush deepened. "At all," she said simply.
Seth brushed her hair from her forehead. "All those romantic box office boyfriends and not one of the bastards ever made sure you were taken care of in bed, Ellie?"
Gabrielle blinked. Ellie . He was calling her Ellie. She liked
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