Occurs directly after Betrayal. If you have not read or finished reading the fourth book of the Cainsville Series, please do not go further – SPOILERS.
All rights to characters, places, and story themes belong to the author of the Cainsville Series, Kelley Armstrong. I am merely borrowing them.
During this pause, Gabriel wrapped his arms around her. Keeping her steady, he lowered down onto his knees, and bend to lay her down on the ground on her back. Her legs were no longer wrapped around him, she knew what he was doing. He kept one arm wrapped lowly around her hips, so as to raise her ass off the ground. He then began pushing her pants and underwear down, until they were only draped around her legs. She pulled her knees in to her chest to make it easier for him to remove the garments, and as he tossed them aside, he simply could not stop looking at the goddess beneath him. He was still standing on his knees when she sat up and reached for his hips. She began pushing his own pants down below his ass, and gently lifting it over the budge of his cock. When she saw that, her eyes widened. He enjoyed the view of her looking at him until she pressed her hands to his bare legs, and moved her fingers up higher and higher, until her hand were no longer wrapped around his legs - they were on his cock. She explored a bit, and his cock jumped every time she touched him in a new way. He closed his eyes and raised his face to the heavens, trying to calm himself enough to allow this moment to last. When she began pumping his cock with her hands, his eyes sprang open, and he got a face full of rain water. It was still raining, but gently now. He had completely forgot about that. Then, without warning, he felt a hot, moist... Something... Go around his head. He looked down and saw it was her mouth, her tongue rubbing against him in ways he never knew possible. He almost lost it at that, and was only able to hold on because he had to. They couldn't go this far without a finale. After a few minutes, he took her by the shoulders and pressed her back slightly, signalling that he needed her to stop. She gave him one last, intense lick up the full length of his shaft before moving her hands to his biceps, and pulling him down on top of her.
He allowed himself to be pulled down, but only low enough so that he could get his arms around her again. One arm went back under her hips, and the other went between them, guiding his head towards her.
He lined himself up, rubbing his head against her folds, attempting to ready her for his bulk. She took his face in her hands, leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. That's when he entered her. He pressed slowly but steadily into her, her initial shock registering on her face. He worried he was hurting her, but knew she would just tell him to keep going. Her bulging eyes softening as the head of his cock passed fully into her, her eye lids drooping down and she began to moan his name again, along with "keep going" or, that what he thought he heard. It was not pain she was experiencing, but pleasure. The knowledge that he was responsible for that incredible look for n her face intensified his own pleasure. He knew he had to keep at it as long as possible. The warm tightness of her, however, seems to have other plans. As he pushed fully in, he paused, planted a kiss on her lips and leaned down to her ear.
"I love you, Olivia." Without allowing her time to respond, he began kissing her below the ear, along her jawline, and...
"I love you more." She whispered, catching him off guard.
He chuckled at this softly, and whispered back, " Not possible." as he kissed her again, and began slowing pumping his hips.
He kept her hips lifted for maximum insertion, picking up speed as he went. He took her to the brink of ecstasy before slowing, receiving a glare of disappointment for his efforts. He laughed, and suggested she turn over. She complied like an eager student wanted to please her teacher. He kept her lying in the ground, but lifted her hips once more. He pushed into her again, but not all the way, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulders, her back. He built up his speed, only pushing a few inches into her, until he could tell her pleasure was building again. That's when he wrapped his hand around her and found her clit. He began playing with, circling it slowly and steadily, picking up speed as he pushed farther and farther into her. He brought her to the brink, once again before moving his fingers slightly to the side, and slowing his thrusts. He received a loving "you bastard" for that one. He smiled at her again.
She was not having any more of that - she slid ahead, moving out of his grasp, his cock falling out of her with a wet sucking sound. She rolled him onto his back and took over. She climbed up on top of him, straddling his hips, rubbing her wet folds up and down his shaft. It didn't matter that he wasn't inside her, his pleasure built from the heat and wetness of her, seeing her breasts sway with her movement, and her eyes, watching him intensely, not wanting to miss any part of his pleasure. He placed his hands on her hips, allowing her to move at her own pace, closed his eyes, and gave her a moan of his own. She stilled her movements and raised her hips off of him as her hand found him beneath her. And as she slid herself down his ridged member, he threw his head back and sucked in air through his teeth.
He had never allowed a female to take him as she was now. He had always seen sex as another bodily need. Take what he wanted when he needed it, like eating or sleeping, and always being in control of the situation. She may not realize just how much he was giving her, but it felt to him as if he were giving her his soul - allowing her to take charge of his body, of his pleasure - and he revelled in it. She bounced her hips up and down over him, leaning down to kiss him as he had her, starting at the lips, and moving around his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Her hands were everywhere, gliding her fingers from his waist towards his pects, and digging in her nails when her pleasure intensified. He grabbed at her now, raising up to a sitting position, and pulling her closer to him until he had her body against his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her nails softly scratching down his shoulders and back. He grabbed her ass, and buried his face into her shoulder. He could feel her reaching her peak, her insides gripping him uncontrollably, her body shuddering, her breathing becoming erratic. He had been on the brink for a while, holding back and waiting until he felt her let go.
He exploded up into her with such force that he was surprised she didn't rocket off of him. She stilled as he thrust awkwardly into her a few more times, squirting the last of his cum inside her until he could no longer hold himself up. He fell back down, bringing her down on top of him. She laid her head down on his chest, attempting to catch her breath. It wasn't until that moment that he realized he wasn't wearing a condom. He had no idea if she were on the pill, and right now, it didn't matter. She was his, finally, and with their passion, mistakes were bound to happen. As he softened, he felt his cock slip out of her, they're combined juices dripping out of her onto his pelvic area, and rolling down to the ground. Knowing it was his cum coming out of her made him feel as if he had claimed her - it was something he hoped no other man had done with her. He didn't dare ask, however.
He roller her over onto her side, he brushed a few stray hairs out of her face and kissed her softly. He wished they could stay like that forever, but enough time had passed that it had completely stopped raining.
"That was... More amazing than I had ever hoped it would be." He admitted, looking deeply into her eyes.
"You pictured what it would be like?" She teased. Humour was always her defence when she was feeling shy.
"Not in so much detail, but I will admit to entertaining the thought as I slept."
"You dreamt of me?" She seemed appreciative that he had.
He leaned down to kiss her again, but something caught his eye - an animal in the bushes... TC? The thought that animals may be watching reminded him that there were other creatures about that he would prefer not be watching. He truly hoped no one had seen them.
"It's getting late, and you must be cold. We should get back to the house before we're caught and the elders create a new civic holiday complete with parade." She giggled at that. He rarely made jokes, but he knew how much she enjoyed it when he did.
They hesitated a little while longer before dressing - kissing and cuddling until they could no longer risk it. Their clothes were still wet and difficult to put on - and covered in wet grass and mud. If anyone saw them, it would be difficult to talk their way out of the state of their clothing. When they were ready, Gabriel took the hand she extended to him, and they began to walk out of the park.
The End
