Diavolo Ch 10 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 10

... blouse from her shoulders, eyes pools of green fire, if such a thing existed. Not being able to resist anymore, Abigail sank her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and drew him up to her. Sliding forward, she angled her head and sealed her mouth over his to kiss him deeply. His breath warmed her cheek as he panted through the kiss, hands sliding up her back to unhook her bra. Without breaking the contact of their mouths, they both grappled with the bra until it was flung away. Her hands went back into his hair and his arms around her entire body, smashing her breasts against the solid sculpted breadth of his chest. She wrapped her thighs around his torso, the need to get closer riding her hard. She wanted him. She wanted to be his, completely. The ache between her legs was unbearable. There was no sin in giving yourself to the man you loved, and Abigail loved Gabriel with the very fiber of her being. She needed to feel him filling the terrible emptiness inside her, make them one in flesh and spirit. “Gabriel,” she begged. He panted at her neck, body shivering slightly. “Soon, baby. Soon.” No. She wanted now. “Gabriel—“ she began. His lips sliding down her neck to fasten onto one of her nipples had her arching her back. Oh-heavens! He’d ever suckled her before. She felt the insistent tugged of his lips and tongue between her legs and wanted to close her thighs on the ache there. Unfortunately. his torso was between her thighs. All she could do was clutch at his head ...

... and writhe upon the lid of her toilet. Her fingernails raked across the wings of the dragon he had tattooed on his back when he drew her other nipple deep into his mouth. “Gabriel,” she exclaimed when she felt his fingers slid within the wet heat of her sex. He released her nipple and looked up at her, face flushed with arousal. “Slide forward on the edge of the seat and lean back.” She shuddered at how deep his voice had become and obeyed immediately. Gripping the towel bar to her left and the lid of the tank behind her with her right hand, she slid to the edge of the lid and spread her thighs unabashedly for her man. Gone was her inhibition, her fear, her convictions. There was only her love for Gabriel, her desire to give him the gift of her innocence whole-heartedly. His eyes focused on her sex. He bit his lip and groaned. “Oh-god, baby,” he whispered. The expression on his face was one she would commemorate in her mind for as long s she lived. Awe, love, desire, possessiveness, pride. His hands cupped her derriere and pulled her closer as he bent and kissed her reverently. His eyes, black pupil just about obliterating the green of his beautiful eyes rose to hers as he took his first lick. Abigail stiffened with a gasp at the jolt of pure pleasure that shot through her body. Her thighs began to quiver and she had to close her eyes against the erotic sight of Gabriel licking her like his favorite flavor of ice cream. She cried out as his tongue lashed at her unmercifully, ...