Mistaken 4

Gabriel Reyes liked his birthday present. He liked her a lot. She was saying things in that sexy French that he couldn't understand, as he slowly stripped her out of the pretty dress, baring her pretty skin to his hungry eyes. She was just so silky soft, and smooth. Pale creamy flesh that begged for ravishment. He'd fucked a lot of that wildcat fight out of her, but she still wiggled deliciously as he peeled off the wispy bra that matched her already destroyed panties. Sweet, perfect, teardrop breasts exposed. Their supple, creamy swells tipped with cinnamon red areola, and pert, tightly puckered nipples stiff beneath his touch. He kissed them and suckled them, loving their texture and taste as he popped them into the moist heat of his mouth. He left those tantalizing buds gleaming with his adoration, and slipped off her low heeled slippers.

He knew she danced the moment he saw her feet. She obviously took care of them. The skin was smooth, but hardened from a lifetime of constant pressure. He rubbed his strong, exploring thumbs over them. She was making distressed noises and trying to pull them away, but he didn't let her. He could tell she'd had work done on them. The skin had that distinctive glossy sheen. It was the lasered look athletes and dancers had when they retired, and had the scars and other unavoidable damages their careers left, fixed with cosmetic surgeries. He would guess... ballet. The ghosts of former injuries, now mostly smoothed away by the power of technology, still marked her. He could sense she was a woman willing to suffer for her passion. He found that incredibly sexy.

He kissed her ankles as he dug his thumbs into her arches, rubbing in the way he knew some women liked. Her low, breathy moans let him know, his dark haired beauty was one of those women. He gave each strong, and to him, unbelievably beautiful foot, special attention. Arch, heel, ankles, he slowly worked up her endlessly long legs. His fingers were strong, and he had been around athletes and competitive sports his entire childhood and teen years, and hardened soldiers since he'd graduated. He knew how to massage and loosen tight muscles. While she was nicely warmed up already, he planned to put her through her paces and then some.

The cries coming from her now were guttural groans and pleas as Gabriel worked his magic. He liked the struggle earlier, but now that he had her home, in his bed, he wanted her wildly wanton, wet, and oh so willing. Her sweetly fleshed backside had to be the most perfect ass he'd ever had under his hands. He kneaded her soft ass cheeks like bread dough and was gratified to hear her begin to beg. He didn't have to know French to know she was pleading. He knew he'd won her surrender when she parted her thighs and with her own fingers spread herself open for his eyes. She looked so ripe and juicy. He couldn't refuse the invitation. He buried his face in her glistening folds as she cried out, hips jerking uncontrollably as he feasted. She tasted incredibly nice, and smelled like sex and arousal, a woman ready, hungry for a hard, deep fuck. He planned to give what she so clearly wanted. What she needed.

Amelie quivered as her captor, her lover devoured her. His relentless touch stroked her desire past any denial. She had become a shameless creature beneath his touch. She found herself spreading open her thighs, willingly exposing her wetness, her desperate need to his fevered gaze. Each deep, penetrating lap of his tongue, every suckle and nibble of his lips and teeth of her swollen and sensitive folds, destroyed her. He was as devoted to her pleasure as his own. It had been so very long since someone had done this for her. Gerard had a routine for sex, and it didn't involve his lips below her waist. Oh but she loved this stranger's mouth on her, and she had become lost to his consuming passion. When she came for him, slick juices giving gleaming tribute, he sucked her, lapped her, drank her down and made her come again... and again.

When she thought she was too spent to climax anymore, he rolled her on her stomach, and pressed his hard, imposing erection into her from behind. She lay panting beneath the muscular weight of him, feeling him rooted deeply into her. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, and he kissed her there listening to her breath hitch and stutter as he moved slowly, in and out. The hardness of him burying deeper than she'd ever felt, pressed so firm and undeniable inside her. She cried out, wordless, tightening on his length. Her body was greedy for the heat and strength of him. Ahhh! So deep! She wanted to scream, but all she could do was pant and moan as he rutted in her. She was pressing back into his every thrust, her body begging him to fuck her harder, deeper!

" Baise-moi, s'il te plaît . Baise-moi , baise-moi …"

Amelie keened, nearly weeping as she felt his flesh fill her. More! All the strength and power of him surging into her! It was pleasure that hammered into her with just enough pain to send her beyond herself, to set her spirit soaring as her intimate core quaked and spasmed. His deep growls fed through her as he took total dominion of her flesh, his flesh thrust into her more deeply than she could withstand, spilling into her again! She pressed back against him and caroled out the apex of her satisfaction. Her core greedy for his seed, she milked him as he continued to move, continued to thrust hard and deep, continued to bring her to ravissement...

Night passed into day, and Gabriel kept her with him. Both of them were exhausted. He spooned her as they slipped into slumber. He had no idea how long Jack had paid for, but he was willing to cover whatever extra would be charged to keep her with him during the weekend. He didn't want to be parted from her yet. He fell asleep with her in his arms,

She knew his name now. Gabriel Reyes. He kept her for the night. He kept her for all the day that followed. Finally, She slipped away. It was shockingly simple for her to leave as he slept. He'd left money for her, and she simply flagged a cab back to the rented home she shared with Gerard the next late evening and waited for her husband with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, trying to think of what to say to him. Then he finally breezed in and apologized for having slept at the office the night before, too swamped with work to have made it back, and he swore he'd make it up to her. Gerard had not even noticed she had been gone!

Amelie had been too stunned to reply to his casual greeting, and he took her silence for disapproval, and ignored it and her. He casually stripped out of his work clothes, put on his sleeping boxers and climbed into their shared bed. He took his work with him and began pouring over a folder by the bedside lamp light. So she silently went to the guest bedroom and locked the door before collapsing on the neatly made bed and stared at the ceiling. Reliving everything over and over in her mind.

Gabrielle Reyes. She couldn't stop thinking about him. How he had kissed her. Tasted her in every way a man could taste a woman. Licked her. Sucked her most tender and sensitive places, and devoured her in the most carnal ways. He had caressed her. From feather light touches to nearly bruising, passionate explorations. He was seduction, and relentless ravishment. He took her to his home. He took her to his bed. Stripped her. Worshipped her. Fucked her till she was without coherent thought, and filled her body with his seed till she was soaked. There was no part of her he didn't touch. No entrance to her body he didn't use.

The taste of him was in her mouth still. Even though she'd bathed for what seemed like hours, she could still smell him on her skin. Feel his teeth at her neck, on her breasts. She moaned and buried her face in a pillow. Her hands burrowed between her thighs and found herself soaked. She muffled the whine of need that was building in her throat and she touched herself, rough and wanton, she remembered the strength of his fingers and filled herself with the memory, hips humping as she rode her fingers and chased the release she needed.

From what she'd pieced together, Reyes was a Blackwatch agent. He had no idea who she really was. If the gods were kind, Gabriel would never know. She'd left him sleeping, finally satisfied. He'd 'tipped' her. Her momentary outrage had rivalled her embarrassment. He'd taken her for a whore. He'd used her like a whore. Her husband was in the next room. She didn't want him. She wanted Reyes. Tears tracked down her cheeks as she came. A pale echo of what the dark skinned American had dragged from her over and over for endless hours. Oh gods… She wanted Reyes. With her. In her. Amelie wept as she came again, remembering the growl of his voice heated with lust and desire for her.

He couldn't find out who she really was. She couldn't seek him out. It was over. They were done. They had to be done.

To be continued?