“Will I like it?” she asked.
“You’ll be screaming for more by the time I’m done.”
She lay down and nodded her head. “Do what you want. I trust you.”
Gabriel moved over her. He lifted her legs to wrap round his waist and pulled her to sit on his lap. “First, I want to explore this mouth. Your lips are so plump and delicious. I want to sink my c**k inside your mouth and watch you suck me.”
She cried out at the vision he created inside her mind. “Your c**k is so big. Would I be able to fit something that big inside my mouth?” she asked.
“Yes. You’d like that wouldn’t you? To suck my cock.”
“Yes.”
“How does it make you feel?” he asked.
“Excited and frightened. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I’ll give you everything you’d ever want. All you have to do is ask, and you can have it,” he said. He pushed her hair off her shoulder, his fingers caressing her skin.
“What do I have to do in return?” she asked. Amy knew her feelings for Gabriel had been growing every day since the moment she met him. The thought of him being with someone else made her feel so much regret and jealousy. Most of her nights since Steven had been taken and locked up had been filled with Gabriel. Over the last few months he’d become more than her saviour. He’d become her best friend and the man she knew she could give her heart to.
She hadn’t told him how she felt for fear he’d laugh at her. What could she give him? She was a single mother with two children and an ex who used to beat her for the fun of it. He didn’t say anything for such a long time. Amy waited and gazed at him. His blue eyes held her captive in his arms. She could never be this open with anyone else. Gabriel made her feel like a woman, a real woman to be desired and loved. He saw the true woman underneath, and for that she would love him forever.
“You’ll be mine to keep for the rest of our lives. That’s what I want, Amy. I want you to be my woman in all things.”
“Why does that sound like a marriage proposal?” she asked as a joke.
“Because it is.”
The smile disappeared off her face. She stared at him, sure that she’d misheard him. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Surely, marriage to me won’t be so bad.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Her tummy was doing flip-flops.
He cupped her face in his hands. He stared, seeing down into her very soul. “You’re an amazing woman, and I want you to be my woman. My wife. I haven’t got a ring with me, but I’ll get you one. Will you marry me and make me the happiest man on this planet?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation. The way he made her feel was more than enough for her to agree to be his wife.
He pulled her down and kissed her with so much passion he took her breath away. She wanted him to wrap his arms around her and never let go. The love she felt for him was more than she could explain. It didn’t matter that he didn’t love her. She had more than enough love for the pair of them.
Gabriel moved down her body, his tongue licking each of her ni**les before going to her tummy. He spread her legs open and then buried his face in her pu**y.
Amy cried out at the abruptness of the sensation. He was licking her clit. His tongue glided through her flesh and made her want to scream. No one had given her o**l s*x, and Gabriel was making her burst with the constant pleasure he was creating inside her. He pushed two fingers inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” She blushed and watched his head move up and down her slit, his fingers opening her cunt. She knew her cum would be spilling out of her. She was so turned on by what he was doing.
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Gabriel tasted her on his tongue, her exquisite flavour filling his mouth. He relished her cries of pleasure as her pu**y tightened around his fingers. She would need to cl**ax before he got any chance of f**king her. He sawed his fingers inside her, stretching her cunt to be able to fit his c**k inside her.
She gripped his fingers tight, and he circled her cl*t feeling her release spill over her. His fingers were coated in her cum. He pulled out of her body and licked his digits. Her eyes drooped, and she gave him a small smile. Gabriel wished he could photograph her in that position. She looked perfect to him. He knew he should carry her upstairs to his bedroom, but he couldn’t wait that long to have her.
He settled between her thighs and aligned his c**k with her cunt. She glistened in the low light. Reaching between them, he fed his c**k into her hungry pu**y and watched himself sink inside her glorious heat. She moaned, and when he was halfway inside her, he moved over her. He sealed his lips over hers and thrust his hips, pushing his c**k deep inside her hot, hungry cunt. Her nails sank into the flesh of his arms.
“You’re big,” she said.
“You’re stroking my ego, honey.” He kissed her lips, her neck, and each breast before he pulled out of her and pressed back inside. She let out a little sigh and then began thrusting her h*ps up to meet him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He wanted to f**k her hard and deep, but the couch wouldn’t give them the room. Holding her in his arms, he carried her to the carpet in the middle of the room. He pushed his c**k back inside her soaking channel. Gabriel lifted up and watched his c**k sink inside her flesh. Her slit was red and puffy and opened to accept his cock. The pleasure he got from seeing her open up for him was more than he could describe. She was his woman. His cum would be inside her cunt, and he would be claiming her as his own.
“Faster,” she said.
He gazed up into her eyes and slammed inside her, watching her expression. She looked close to orgasm, and he felt the flutters of her pu**y around his cock. He swirled his h*ps pressing against the pleasure spot deep inside her body. The angle and the tightness of her around him set him off. He thrust inside her, spilling his seed. He thumbed her clit, and Amy cried out with her release. They lay wrapped together, their bodies slick with sweat.
Gabriel was in love with her. He knew it. The connection he felt with her was more than he’d felt with any other person. She was the woman for him, and soon she would be his wife. There would be nothing to come between them. The dominant inside remained dormant with Amy in his arms. Amy was the right woman; Gabriel was sure of it. He’d just claimed the woman meant for him.
Chapter Eleven
“Wow,” she said. Gabriel chuckled and lifted her hand out of the bubbles. He’d carried her upstairs to his personal bathroom and run a bubble bath. Amy lay against his back. His body felt like he was on cloud nine from the lovemaking he’d experienced.