Dominated (7 page)

Her pulse beat beneath the other thumb that now rested on her neck. It sped up as he stroked her lip until he let the thumb slip inside and guided it over the ridge of her teeth.

She gasped and shifted her weight from one leg to the other several times.

Slow and easy, Gabe. Make this special for her. She’s your woman for life. Make her first experience something she remembers fondly forever
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It took all his strength to keep from tossing her down on the bed as he would have other women in the past. He could smell her arousal ratcheting up, but she was too innocent to take demands this time.

Gabriel took a deep breath and leaned in to resume the kiss they’d begun in the kitchen. He licked her bottom lip and then the upper one. He did it again, silently urging her to open farther for him. He needed to stroke her tongue, taste her essence, and swallow her tiny sounds.

When her mouth widened, he entered, teasing her with quick flicks of his tongue against hers until her body shook.

Or maybe he was the one shaking?

He stepped toward her, forcing her to shuffle back until she met the edge of the bed. When he released her shoulders to trail his hands down her back and over her ass, she shivered. He didn’t break the kiss. She’d gotten over the initial shyness and now toyed with the inside of his mouth too, her tentative tongue growing bolder.

Gabe moaned around her mouth and then pulled his lips back to set his forehead against hers, surprised by the audible response escaping his lips. She moved him in a way no one ever had before.

Her eyes were glazed. He watched them widen as he gripped the material of her skirt, inching it up into his hands until he held a wad of soft cotton and his knuckles stroked the lace of her panties.

She held a breath and didn’t move an inch. When he released the material and smoothed his palms over her ass again, she exhaled. He cupped her ass. Tight. Firm. She squeezed her cheeks when he molded his palms to the globes.

He grazed her thighs with the tips of his fingers and then dragged both hands up the sides of her body until he wrapped them around her middle, his thumbs landing just beneath her breasts. He wanted her naked. He wanted to see her—all of her.

He stifled a moan when he smelled the spike of her arousal. Encouraged, he caressed the underside of her breasts until she arched her back.

He didn’t break eye contact while he cupped both sides of her chest and then flicked his fingers over her nipples. She flinched, but her eyes fluttered. The tips hardened when he did it again, the points pressing against her thin bra and blouse.

“I need to see you,” he muttered, allowing his fingers to trail to the buttons. With each release, he bared more of her smooth skin. He didn’t look away from her eyes until he had slipped the last button through the hole. When he glanced down while pushing the material over her shoulders, he had to stifle a grown.

He’d never seen anyone so flawless. Perhaps his judgment was clouded by the mating, but her skin was so smooth and perfectly tan. He couldn’t take his gaze off her neckline and then the V of her chest.

Whatever dominant nature he usually had was squashed for this claiming. All he wanted right now was to see his woman undone, hear her undone, taste her undone . . .

It was difficult to avoid shaking as he danced his fingers over her flesh and then the lace of her bra. She shivered when he caressed her nipples, her hands reaching up from her sides to grip his forearms. Did she want to push him away or pull him closer?

A glance at her face told him she was lost in the sensation, her head tipped back, her eyes closed.

Gabe popped the front clasp and let the pink lace fall away. She was petite and her breasts were small and firm. Perfect. The rosy tips of her nipples poked forward, begging for attention.

Kathleen squealed when Gabe lifted her by the hips and set her on the bed. He scooted her back and climbed above her.

Her chest heaved beneath his gaze. “Gabe. . ."

“I know, baby. I just want to look at you. You’re so beautiful.” He traced a line down her center from her neck to her navel. Goose bumps rose on her skin and then he lowered himself over her, trapping her legs between his. He licked a line up her torso, beginning at her stomach and trailing his tongue between her breasts.

When she grabbed his head on both sides, he smiled against her skin. She was so responsive, her little jerks and gasps all he needed to know he was doing everything right so far.

She smelled of a floral feminine soap and he breathed in deep as he nuzzled the space between her breasts. Angling to one side, he took one pointing nipple into his mouth and licked a circle around the tip. The second his tongue flicked over the little nub, she arched into him and squeezed his head.

The noise coming from her lips was a cross between a low moan and a pant.

His cock strained against his jeans and he pressed against her thigh, even though the idea of using the pressure to help him gain control was ludicrous. Her soft leg only made his need worsen.

Control, Gabe. Slow
, he reminded himself. What he wanted to do was strip her naked quickly and spread her wide. But she needed a more relaxed pace this time. Later . . .

Kathleen couldn’t think. Her mind was mush. Everything she’d ever imagined about sex flew out the window. Her body heated to a boiling point. She couldn’t believe the complete lack of control she had over her reactions to his every touch. Was this what sex was always like? Or just between mates?

His incredibly deft tongue made her shiver as he lapped at her nipple, the flicking over the sensitive tip driving her mad. When he sucked the flesh into his mouth, she nearly came off the bed. Or hell, maybe she did.

He didn’t stop either. He sucked and licked and teased first one breast and then the other until her brain melted out of her ears and left her limp and needy.

“Gabe,” she mumbled. She jerked her hands to his shoulders and pushed him down. What was she asking him to do? She had no idea, but something else needed to happen lower down her body to put out the fire burning a slow flame in her abdomen.

Her legs were squished together by his and his cock pressed into her thigh. She wanted to see him naked. Now. She grasped the top of the shirt he wore at the sleeves and tugged as though that would magically unveil him.

He chuckled and lifted his head. With one hand he reached over his back and pulled the shirt up and over his head.

She only got a glimpse of his chest, the slight sprinkle of blond hair across his broad pecs. She stroked his shoulders and then gripped them, kneading the tight muscles.

Gabriel lowered his face and kissed a path down her torso until he reached her skirt. With ease, he held himself aloft and reached to her side to lower the zipper. How the hell had he known exactly where that was? In seconds, he’d risen high enough to tug the skirt over her hips and toss the material away.

Kathleen sucked in a breath and grasped at the air toward him, hoping he would lower himself over her body and conceal her nudity. She felt so exposed.

In just the thin lace of her panties, she’d never been like this with a man.

He didn’t oblige her in any way. Instead he sat back, straddling her legs and grazing his fingertips over her thighs and up, up, up her body. “You’re gorgeous, Kathleen.” His voice was low, muttered so softly she barely heard him.

Reverently, he explored her with his hands. She held still, stiff. Unable to relax beneath his intense gaze.

He stroked her for an eternity, until her skin burned beneath his touch. She squeezed her legs together to stave the increasing desire to be stroked between them. How did he manage to make her so comfortable when she should be embarrassed?

By the time he lifted off her and pulled her panties down her body, she was close to begging him to do just that.

When the scrap of fabric disappeared, he moaned. “You shave.” His breaths increased. She did this to him.

His fingers shook as he stroked one digit up from her ankle to her knee, never taking his eyes off her shaved mons.

Gabe swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as she watched him. “Spread your legs for me, Kathleen.”

Oh God. She gripped the sheet at both sides of her body. Her thighs trembled, but she only managed to separate them inches.

He gently grasped her ankles, spread them apart, and settled in between her legs. Her knees fought to close.

He stroked his palms up both legs until he reached midthigh. Slight pressure.

Kathleen couldn’t believe this was happening. She was stripped naked for this mate of hers, her entire body visible to his gaze.

She’d never felt like this in her life. Hadn’t considered it even possible. But here she was, naked and open to the man she was about to let claim her.

Gabe’s fingers crawled higher on her thighs and he pushed them wider. Her knees were bent and she was spread wide, every secret revealed to her partner.

He was breathing heavily. Thank God she affected him as much as he did her. The enormous bulge in the front of his jeans spoke for itself. She longed to see what lie beneath, but didn’t dare request a viewing.

“So wet for me, baby,” he muttered. He released her thigh with one hand and stroked a finger through her slit.

She bucked at the contact, nearly coming apart. One stroke and she was so close to an orgasm.

“So hot. I love how your pussy responds. It pulses as you grip around the emptiness, begging for my cock.” He didn’t take his gaze off her sex, and she didn’t take hers off his face. The quiver in her stomach became more of an ache.

She licked her lips, wishing he would do anything except just stare at her. The single stroke through her folds hadn’t been nearly enough.

“God, you smell good, Kathleen.” He inhaled long and slow, his face inches from her pussy. He released her completely. With one hand he pressed above her sex, pushing her skin until she realized what he’d accomplished. The hood of her clit had been pulled off the tiny nub. Her knees shook.

With his other hand, he circled the little bundle of nerves until she moaned and tried in vain to close her knees against the assault.

Still pressing into her groin, he looked into her eyes.

Oh my God
. The need to buck into him was squelched by his firm grip.

Without looking away from her, he lifted his wet finger from her clit and flicked it over her nipple. She bucked her chest and gripped the sheet tighter.

“So responsive. I love that about you. You’re so wet and ready for me.” He pinched the other nipple, shocking her.

She moaned, her head rolling to one side so she could escape his pointed gaze. How did he manage to inflict so much precise torture to her body without seeming to even glance down at his hands?

“Look at me, baby. Watch me as I make you come.” His voice was controlled.

She sucked in a breath. Damn him. Just staring at her without touching her made her crave him.

“Thatta girl. Eyes on me. Watch me while I make you feel so good.”

With both hands, he circled her nipples and toyed with her breasts, not quite hitting the tips again. She pebbled even more, her chest aching, seeming to tighten with each stroke of his fingers. When he finally grasped her nipples simultaneously with his pointers and thumbs, pinching them, she screamed.

“Please,” she begged.

“Just feel,” he responded. “I’m just getting started.” He trailed his fingers down her body back to her sex. “Your pussy is pink and perfect.” He held her lower lips open, making her head spin. No one had ever gazed at her like that. Hell, no one had ever even seen her pussy since she’d been a toddler.

Now Gabriel was examining her closely in the full light of day on his bed in his childhood room. And she wanted more.

Always one step behind what she craved, he pushed one finger into her channel. She bucked her hips up, pleading for more contact. Her pussy squeezed his finger without her control.

He moaned. “So tight, Kathleen. So fucking tight.” He wiggled onto his stomach between her legs, bringing his face closer to her pussy.

As he pulled his finger out of her core, he held her open and without warning, jammed his tongue into her center.

“Oh God,” she moaned. She knew cognitively that men sometimes did this to women, but putting it into action was overloading her senses. She couldn’t have imagined someone licking her between her legs.

And again she wanted more.

He didn’t disappoint. He licked and sucked her sex until he’d climbed high enough to flick his tongue over her clit.

It was too much. She was so close. The instant he sucked the tight nub into his mouth, she shot off, her orgasm taking control of her. Her pussy milked at nothing, her clit throbbing between his lips.

She burned to have him inside her and wasn’t beyond begging for more.

As she came down from her high, she flinched. He backed off her sensitive skin and licked a trail around it.

“You taste fantastic.” He lifted his face and set his chin on her crotch, grinning up at her. “That was so beautiful. Thank you.”