Page 400 of Valentino

We kiss, long and slow. Like we have all the time in the world and damn it, why isn’t he like this all the time. A little voice from deep in my psyche says something stupid.

He’s been saving it for you.

We stay in the shower for a long time, our hands roaming over each other. Exploring all the things we wondered about.

I look up at him and can hardly believe what I’m seeing, his dark hair hangs over his face, beautiful big brown eyes look down at me, and the water is beading on his skin. “Bed,” he mouths.

“I want you,” I whisper. “God, how I want you.”

He smiles, his first genuine smile of the night and it sends my heart freefalling from my chest.

“Not half as much as I want you.” He dries us both and leads me up the hall to his bedroom and lies me down on the bed, he spreads my legs and lies beside me. We kiss as his fingers slide through my wet flesh, “You’re so fucking creamy,” he whispers. “Waiting for my cock.”

I smile into his mouth as we kiss, my hand finds his dick, it’s rock hard and pre-ejaculate is dripping from the end.

I can’t wait any longer.

“Now,” I whimper as he rolls over me. He nudges my opening as he stares at me, a beautiful warm glow growing between us, and it’s too much.

He’s too intense, my heart can’t take it.

Fucking hard on his desk was a lot safer than this, whatever this is.

He slides home, in one deep movement, and I cry out as my body ripples around him.

“Fuck…… Gracie,” he moans as if pained. “So. Fucking. Good.”

We hardly move, kissing and taking our time, and fuck.

This is next level.

His body is huge, stretching me to the hilt. His lips are on mine, and he stays close, holding me as he loves me.

He moans into my mouth, and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he comes.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “It’s too good.”

But I can’t focus on a word he’s saying because my own orgasm is hitting me like a freight train. My back arches from the bed as I moan into his mouth. He pumps me harder to let me work it out and we pant against each other as we kiss.

Holy hell.

Perfection.

It’s late, later than late.

I’m lying with my leg over Gabriel’s body and he’s facing me on his side.

We’ve been at it for hours; I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve come. What started out as gentle love making has turned into a rough and ready fuck fest.

I loved every single minute of it.

We are freshly showered now, and I can hardly keep my eyes open.

Gabriel’s fingers are slowly sliding through my swollen sex as he stares at me. It’s not a sexual kind of fingering, it’s a worship kind of touch. He’s feeling where his body is inside of mine.

My eyes are so heavy and they slowly close, he slides his finger inside me and I flutter my eyes back open.

“Sleep sweetheart” he whispers. “You’re exhausted.”