“Holy shit.” He pulls away and I can see the tears in his eyes and I’m sure they match mine.
“Fuck, I feel like a pussy.” He chuckles and I shake my head. “This is just…huge.” His lips find mine and his cock is inside of me within a second. He presses in and holds it. He doesn’t thrust or move. He just rests inside of me. He’s hard as steel and completely bottomed out so he’s as deep as possible.
“Am I there?”
“Where?”
“I’m trying to fuck my way to your heart.”
“You’re already there.” I tell him. “You’ve always been there.”
Chapter 9
James
The next week flies by and before I realize it, Christmas is over and it’s time for me to go back to New York. I spent the entire week with my family including one who just so happened to also be the love of my life. I spent practically every night—with the exception of one night we couldn’t get rid of Monica for any alone time, making love to Gabrielle and talking till the early hours of the morning before she slipped out of my bed and went back to her room. As soon as she was safe behind her door, she FaceTimed me and we stayed on the phone until I could see her beautiful face again the next morning.
Now, I have to be back at work tomorrow morning and I’m not at all looking forward to being without Gabrielle for four days. She hasn’t been able to come up with a convincing story as to why she has to leave with me but she was able to come up with a story for New Year’s Eve which was luckily only four days away.
But still four fucking days.
“Why the long face, Angel?” I look over at Gabrielle as we are on our way back from breakfast. I’m actually starting to wonder if Monica or my parents are getting suspicious because we’ve been practically glued at the hip the past week. Whenever she moves, I move. Wherever I go, she goes.
I watch as she fingers the necklace I bought her for Christmas; one I gave to her early on Christmas morning just before she slipped out of my bed to go back upstairs. It’s a white gold bar with the date engraved in roman numerals that we first confessed our feelings to each other and made love.
“You know why.” She lets out a sigh and looks out the window. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I don’t either, but I have to. Just think we’ll be back together in four days. I’ve already made reservations for dinner for New Year’s Eve.” Being in New York City for New Years is actually fun when you live here. You do less of the touristy shit but can still have an enjoyable night on this completely overrated holiday. I made reservations for dinner at a restaurant that overlooks the city, more specifically Times Square, so we can see the hustle and bustle down below. I’m planning for us to be back in my apartment by eleven so I can be inside her when the ball drops and not amidst the chaos.
“Baby, we’re talking about having this for…” The word forever is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t want her to feel like I’m pressuring her into committing to something she’s not sure about. She’s eighteen and could be impetuous and may not know what she wants out of her life right this second. I, on the other hand, have some semblance of a plan and although Gabrielle wasn’t always a part of it in this capacity, I always knew that I’d end up with a woman like her. A woman I could talk to about anything. Laugh for hours with about nothing and everything. A woman I could share my hopes and dreams with and my fears and my apprehensions. Gabrielle has always been that person, and it took me until right now to realize that I’ve spent the past year looking for Gabrielle in every woman I courted. “For a long time,” I finish my statement. “We can handle a few days, can’t we?” God knows I’m already missing the taste of her pussy, but I have to keep it together. She doesn’t need to know I’m dreading this just as much as she is.
“I know, but we’ve hardly had any time together where we’ve truly been alone since we started this and I’m just annoyed we have to wait another four days now. I’m going to miss your dick.” She chuckles before turning her gaze to me. “And you.” She lets out a breath and I pull into an abandoned parking lot a few miles from our house. I put the car in park and begin to move my seat back slowly.
“Should I fuck you before I leave?”
“Here?” she shrieks, but I can hear the tone in her voice that tells me this isn’t going to take much convincing at all.
“Right here.”
She looks around the parking lot. “James, it’s broad daylight.”
“It’s an office park and businesses don’t reopen until tomorrow. There isn’t a car in sight and we are hidden from the main road. Come get on my cock, Gab.” I begin unbuckling my pants, my dick already hard at the thought of being inside her.
She slides her shoes off and shimmies her jeans down her legs, tossing them to the floor of the car before climbing over the console and into my lap. Her panties are still on and before I can rip them off, she is rubbing her smooth silk covered pussy over my cock.
“I love you,” she whispers. “I know this past week has been heavily sexual, but the feelings are there.”
“The feelings have always been there. It’s this that was missing. I know it isn’t the forbidden nature of our relationship that’s getting you off. It’s me, this, us. I meant it when I said I thought you were my soulmate.” I cup her face in my hands. “I love you too, Gabrielle.”
She looks down at my cock and swipes her finger over the precum pooling at the tip and slides it through her plump lips. “You’ll pick me up from the train when I get back to New York?”
“I’d drive back and come get you if you wanted me to.” I trace her face and my heart squeezes in my chest as I see the same look I’m sure is all over my face. “God, I’m crazy about you,” I whisper.
She slides her panties to the side and begins moving up and down on me. “So am I. I’ve thought I was crazy for years with how intense my feelings were.” She presses her forehead to mine and squeezes her eyes shut. “Thank you for not letting me be in this alone.” She bites her lip and I watch, fascinated, as looks of lust trace her face. She throws her head back exposing her slender throat and I reach up and drag my tongue along it to her chin and back to her mouth.
“You’ll never be alone.” I grunt as she rides me harder. “I’m here. I’ll always be here, Angel. However, you need me.”
“I’ll always need you.” She cries as I grope her chest. “Come inside me. Come in my pussy.”
I dig my nails into the flesh and she circles her hips in a figure eight motion, rubbing her clit along my abdomen. “Fuck, James,” she cries out and I smile smugly just as I always do when my name spills from her mouth.
“Shit, I’m going to come, Gabby.”
“Same,” she whispers and her lips find my mouth, sucking and licking at the flesh. Running her teeth along the skin and up towards my ear. Her pussy squeezes my cock holding me snugly as she continues to ride up and down my shaft. She lets go and starts to squeeze in rapid beats like she’s doing kegels around my cock.