Gun Games - Faye Kellerman [95]
He kissed her cheek. “We don’t ever have to do it again, Yasmine.”
“A little late for that.”
He was quiet. The tears were in full force by now. He whispered, “I love you, Yasmine. I’d do anything in the world for you. What can I do for you now?”
“Just hold me.”
“Of course.” He wrapped her in his arms until he could feel her body melting against his. His cock started to stiffen and she tried to pull away, but he held her in his embrace. “It’s just a reflex, Yasmine. I’m not gonna do anything.”
“It hurt!”
“I’m sorry—”
“A lot!”
“I’m sorry it hurt, but I’m not sorry we did it.”
“I never, ever want to do it again.”
“That’s fine. I’ll love you no matter what.”
She was quiet for a few minutes, finding untold comfort in his embrace. Then she broke off the hug and sat up. “I mean, do you want to do it again?”
“Me?” Gabe sat up, his eyes sweeping over her naked breasts. “I’m a guy. Of course I want to do it again. And again and again and again. I’d be happy if we did it until it fell off.”
She managed a half smile. “It didn’t hurt you?”
“My mind was in another sphere. I don’t remember anything except complete, unmitigated pleasure.”
“I got blood on your sheets. Won’t the Deckers be suspicious of something?”
“I’ll change and wash them after you leave. I do my own laundry all the time.”
She blew out air. “My parents are gonna kill me.”
“They’ll never find out unless you tell them.”
“Not about that. Of course I won’t tell them. They’re gonna be mad that I’m late for shul.”
“I’ll help you get dressed.”
But she didn’t move. She said, “Do you think it’ll hurt as much the second time?”
Gabe’s heartbeat quickened. “I suppose we won’t know unless we try.”
“I should really leave,” she said.
Gabe kissed her shoulder. “Do whatever you want.”
“Stop being so understanding.”
“Ah, you’re finally catching on to my tricks.”
She plopped back down on the bed and spread her legs. Her face was scrunched up into a tense ball. “Okay, do it!”
“Are you—”
“Do it!” she ordered him.
He lay between her legs, this time his eyes open, watching her wince as he entered her. Each movement brought on another taut grimace. Abruptly, he sat up, his legs extended, his cock pointing to noon. “I have an idea.” He patted his lap. “You get on top.”
She looked at his dick with displeasure. But ever the sport, she straddled his lap while guiding it inside her. She got about halfway down before she made a face.
“Hurt?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Gabe placed his hands on her hips. “Take a deep, deep breath.” When she did, he shoved her hips downward and he thrust his hips upward. She let out a little yelp of pain. No surprise there. She was dry and tight. “You okay?”
“Not really.” She blew out air. “It’s tolerable as long as you don’t move.”
“So I won’t move.” He was completely inside her. “Wrap your legs around my waist and just kiss me.”
“You won’t move?”
“No, I won’t move. I promise. Kiss me.”
Warily, she brought her mouth to his, her body coiled steal. As promised, he didn’t move and within a few minutes, they fell into a familiar routine with their limbs entwined and their mouths enmeshed. His fingertips slowly skipping down her delicious spine while her fingers danced through his hair. She took off his glasses and flung them onto the bed.
And as her body began to loosen up, he felt her becoming wetter and warmer. Her softening flesh made him even harder. Squirming on his lap while she kissed him deeply. Doing all the work for him.
He opened his eyes and was close enough to see her looking back at him. He smiled and so did she. He mouthed “I love you,” and she mouthed it back.
And that’s how he had always dreamed it would be: staring into the eyes of a girl that he worshipped, face-to-face, chest-to-chest, his body pressed against her, melding together as one. The more they kissed, the more she moved. He felt his breath quicken and knew it wouldn’t be much longer. He whispered, “You gotta get off!”
“My period’s due tomorrow,” she whispered back. “It’s probably okay.”
“Yasmine—”
“I love you, Gabriel. It’s okay.”
“Oh God . . .” His