Gabriella leaned over a little so that she look out at the water, the view was breathtaking and breakfast despite all her effort to hate it was marvelous. When he made his appearance from the balcony something was different between them. He hadn't really looked at her since, he been too busy with his phone since breakfast and she was dying to ask him about the restaurant. About the new staff, the new plans, the new design. She kept her hands clasped around her cell phone. Looking down at her screen she looked at the message.
We need to talk.
Gabriella looked up at Troy who was on the opposite side of the boat leaning over and watching the water. The smells of salt and ocean enveloped her and she let her eyes linger on his backside a little longer than she should have. She did need to talk to someone she just wasn't sure it should be David. She regretted their last conversation, she came off as weak and possibly miserable and she didn't want him to know she was miserable.
His movement caught her attention and she looked back at him with suppressed sigh, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious. Troy Bolton was a man of power, he was a man who took charge and just the idea of what that passion between them could be made her lady parts tingle with want. She couldn't remember the last time she laughed but she also couldn't remember the last time she felt so sexual either. Gabriella watched Troy as he texted something into his phone. It rang and he tapped the screen a few times before answering it. "Yes Margret?"
She knew from experience that Margret was his secretary, she watched with a sigh as he listened attentively to her on the phone. She wondered about their relationship, if he ever flirted with her, tempted her, maybe he brought her nice things and maybe she wore his lingerie. She'd been to his office she'd seen Margret, she didn't look like any Margret she expected. Then again go figure Troy Bolton would have a sexy secretary named Margret.
"No, tell him I'll be available tonight for the meeting via web."
Gabriella eyes took in his profile and watched as his jaw clenched and relaxed while he spoke. His arm flexed through his shirt as he as he held the phone to his ear. He worked out regularly; he had a gym built downstairs back at home. She found it her third day in the house when she went exploring. He'd been down there distracted by his ear buds. He'd been lifting weights and she was memorized by the movement of his arms, the shifting of muscles glistening as moved.
Her own body was losing its tight firm curves, now when she looked down she saw softer curves then she remembered. Tucking her phone back into her purse she let out a sigh, did she really want to admit to David that she wasn't happily married? He would think she was a fool? Or desperate? But she was desperate and she did feel like a fool. She wasn't the same girl he knew when he left. She had changed, her body had changed. She was closer to thirty.
"I'll e-mail you the files I have, and please make sure that Telecom knows that I am on vacation but working from the hotel," he said letting out a sigh as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "And Margret," he added with a softer smile, "Take Friday off, try to enjoy your weekend."
Gabriella watched as he hung up the phone, "You seem like a nice boss."
Troy pulled the phone away and frowned as he began tapping at the screen again. "Yes, believe it or not I'm not an asshole."
Gabriella frowned as she watched him turn to make his way to the cabin. "How did you find Margret?" she said looking for him to linger around longer. The silence was beginning to get to her.
"She was my housekeeper's daughter," Troy responded still looking down at his phone, "She died."
Gabriella bit her lip as she frowned, "I'm sorry,"
"Don't be she served for 20 years, she was 85 when she passed. She passed in her sleep," Troy looked up from his phone his eyes resting on her for the first time in their conversation and she could see a very passive expression in his eyes. There was a lot more to the story than he was letting on.
"You work a lot when you're not at work," Gabriella said quietly as she looked down at her dress and played with the hem.
"I know," he said with a small smile, "Does it bother you?"
Gabriella frown as she shook her head, "No, I mean, why should it we barely converse anyway right?"
"Right," Troy said looking back down at his hand as the phone began to ring again, "I'm going to take a few calls in the cabin, enjoy the scenery."
"Why did you want to go sailing anyway? Doesn't seem like you want be here," she said not ready to be alone with her thoughts just yet.
Troy pressed a button on his phone and the ringing stopped. "Why did you kiss me the way you did and then tell me you had feelings for someone else?"
The question blindsided her and she jerked back as she looked at him bewildered.
"I'm not a toy, I'd appreciate not being treated as one."
"Excuse you?" Gabriella said in confusion, "You kissed me,"
"And you keep staring at me," he countered.
"Well I don't have anyone else around to talk to," Gabriella said after a moment.
"You could continue texting David and reminiscing about Mexico."
"So you want me to cheat?" Gabriella sat up a little straighter angry that he looked at her phone, annoyed that she wanted attention from him and pissed that he knew it.
"You cheat, I'll divorce you and keep the restaurant," Troy said his phone rang again and he hit the same button to silence it. "Make a choice," he said shrugging his shoulders.
"That's not fair," Gabriella said standing up, where was she going to go? They were on a boat in the middle of the water she couldn't even see the shore. What was he expecting from her? "In the last three months you haven't been faithful at all, how dare you require anything different from me now."
"Because I am a man and I don't include feelings with my sexual endeavors," Troy said firmly. "This is different, you love him."
"And I don't love you," Gabriella said with a loud shout.
"And I don't love you," Troy shot back, "But we're both stuck together whether you like it or not."
"Don't you mean whether you like it or not," Gabriella said in a bitter tone. "Don't you mean that I'm trapped until you've had enough of me?"
"You're free to go whenever you want," Troy's arms shot up as he was beginning to lose his patience, "you know the terms. It's not my fault if you refuse to forfeit."
"You're damn right I do." Gabriella said stomping her foot. "I am not going to let you walk away with my family's business or my mother's home."
"Your mother's home is hers, I would never put your family in the streets," Troy voice lowered as he eyed her with a cold distant expression. "Despite all your whining and bickering I want nothing more than what was promised to me."
"Well I never made the promise." Gabriella crossed her arms.
"But you did put on the white dress, walk down the aisle, and say I do," Troy was quick as he took a step forward. "You're wearing that diamond ring around your finger, if that's not a promise than what is?"
"Either way this ends you win," Gabriella said as her shoulders slumped in defeat. "If I leave you get the restaurant. If I stay you still have the restaurant."
"If you leave now you leave with nothing, if you stay I will, as promised give the restaurant back and remain as a silent owner." Troy eyes narrowed, "Those are your options."
"No," Gabriella bit her bottom lip as she thought about the terms to their deal, "I never had a choice."
"Well you have one now," Troy said with an exasperated sigh.
"Just tell me the truth," Gabriella bit her bottom lip again as she thought about all the things she wanted to say, "Are you or aren't you selling the restaurant after you fix it and make your profit."
Troy was quiet as he looked at her with a raised brow, as of right now he was looking at selling it even before it became profit. She was smart, she must have over heard him on the phone. "I do intend to sell it."
"To who?" Gabriella said closing her eyes as she let out sigh.
"I'm not going to tell you that." Troy clenched his jaw as he looked out past her at the horizon. He needed to stay quiet. If told her anything his plans would be destroyed. If he told her everything he knew without a doubt she'd run and for the first time in a long while he didn't want to be alone.
"If the money were to be replaced, wouldn't that solve your problem and benefit the company. It would be almost as if nothing happened." Gabriella felt a hitch in her breath.
Troy lips pulled into a smirk and he looked out to the water before his glaze returned to hers, "No," he said, "Selling for no profit at all, is pointless. I'd never be able to sell that idea to the company. As things stand now, there is urgency to get things done and I have no intentions of pissing off my father. Doing so would lose both of us the restaurant."
"But in this particular case?" She dared to prompt.
"Business is all about the art of profit and the bottom line here is that there's not enough in your offer to tempt me."
Gabriella was flooded with disappointment, she never felt so nervous or out of her depth. "What would it take to tempt you?"
Troy studied her with unnerving calm. There it was, the question he'd been waiting for, the opportunity he needed. "You."
Gabriella blinked. "I'm sorry…I don't follow."
"I want you."
"I don't understand," her stomach sank to the soles of her feet. He had the cold, hard glitter of a very expensive and elegant diamond and he showed no emotion. It was a combination that she found utterly intimidating. She also felt incredibly stupid because of course he could not mean what she had thought he might mean. True he had asked in the past but it had been very casual, hadn't it?
"Are you always this slow on the uptake?"
"Are you talking about …S-Sex?" Gabriella was furious that embarrassment made her mangle the last word into an almost incomprehensible mumble.
Dense black lashes lifted over his blue eyes as he managed to look very bored. "What else?"
Gabriella surveyed him with as much unrestrained amazement as she would have shown if a zebra had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and walked across the boat. "Is this some kind of joke?"
"I don't do jokes."
Gabriella paused again to consider everything they talk about her mind racing, "Are you saying that you'll sell me the restaurant for the same price you brought it from the bank, if I sleep with you?"
"Yes."
Gabriella was stunned by that unhesitating agreement. "But that's morally wrong."
Troy shook his head, "We're consenting adults and as I said before you have a choice."
Gabriella flung her head high, furious that she was dying of embarrassment like a schoolgirl, while he was behaving as though nothing was happening. "Do you get a thrill out of insulting me like this?"
"One woman's insult is another woman's compliment." Troy sent her a dark smile of a challenge. "This time I assure you it is not my ego talking, but fact, when I tell you that a lot of women would kill to have this same opportunity."
"Well, I'm not one of them! I have higher self-esteem."
"Which makes you infinitely more desirable," Troy said with a raised eyebrow.
"Do you always want what you can't have?" Gabriella said a little bit sharper than she intended.
"Not always," Troy said with a relaxed sigh, "There's just something about you."
Gabriella straightened her shoulders, "My body isn't something I'm prepared to barter."
"Fine," Troy said with shrug, "I'll tell them to draw up the papers now, your restaurant will be torn down and remolded to be another generic Taco Bell franchise."
Gabriella gasped as she brought her hands up to her lips. Everything inside her twisted sharply and for a brief moment she wanted to fall to her knees and cry.
"Before you say no hear me out," Troy started.
Blinking Gabriella focused on him again.
"If the changes are made to the restaurant as I see fit and you agree to my terms," He said putting emphasize on the last word. "I will buy the restaurant from my father's company and I will remain a silent owner. If I were to buy the restaurant after our marriage you would stand to automatically own half in the divorce."
A long shiver ran through her taut, slender body. He wanted a lot, he wanted everything. Terms? A one-night stand? Was a conquest that important to him? Could he really want to have sex with her that much? The extent of her own sexual ignorance annoyed her. "What do your terms include?"
"Pleasing me," Troy said with enjoyment.
She gritted her teeth. "I don't think I'd be very good at that."
"I'm willing to give lessons at no extra cost."
Furious resentment burned like lava inside her. "I think you just can't stand being turned down."
"I don't think you're going to turn me down twice."
Gabriella took a long breath, she could hardly envision taking her clothes off in front of him without cringing. She was aware that lots of people had sex without making a big issue out of it. It would be physical, not emotional. There was no need for her to make a major fuss about something that wasn't that important. Besides if she were honest with herself she did want to know what it felt like. After three months of hearing the joyful screams and see the satisfied glow in the faces of women who rushed out of the house at all hours of the night, how could she say she hadn't been the least bit curious?
"Well, as far as I'm concerned," she started slowly, "it's senseless and crazy, but if my sleeping with you for one night will help my family then-"
"One night won't suffice."
Gabriella was as flattened by that unexpected comeback as if a giant rock had been dropped on her. He wanted more than one night? The silence pulsed. "How long?"
"I'll want you for as long as you provide me with entertainment."
Gabriella was looked down at the floor, "you find it entertaining when a woman hates you?" she asked with a fierce annoyance.
Troy took two steps towards her using the nook of his pointer finger he pushed her chin so she was looking at him. "I promise you that hatred won't be what you feel."
Gabriella compressed her generous mouth and recalled that she was supposed to feel honored by his interest. Loathing roared through her to such an extent that she felt dizzy as she thought about their exchange. Troy was holding all the power, how could she say no?
"I want your answer now," Troy said flatly. Liquid blue flared in Troy's intense gaze and it was as if all the oxygen burned up in the atmosphere between them.
"Yes," she said a little out of breath.
"Smart girl," Troy's smirk disappeared. Before she could say anything he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her into a kiss. At first she been stunned by the abrupt action but her mind went mute as soon as he went to work on her lips, teasing, pulling, and a small nip that caused her to gasp. His hands were in her hair holding her to him not giving her a second of ease. Without warning he pulled away and bent down to lift her by positioning her over his shoulder.
"Wait," she said once she was lifted and dangling from his shoulder, her stomach was fluttering, her heart was racing and his tight hold on her waistline was making her girl parts scream to attention. She wanted Troy, and this feeling between them, this delicious, overwhelmingly intense feeling of excitement. Her body hummed, her senses went on alert. It was as if each touch of his fingers was amplified, exciting her more than she'd ever been before. More than she'd even imaged. "Troy," she said breathlessly as he made his way into the cabin down below.
"I love this dress, but it's going to look even better on the floor," he said once they were down below with the door closed behind them.
"Shouldn't we talk about this?" she asked desperately trying for sane and practical. "Make sure we know what we're doing?"
"Babe, I promise you I know what I'm doing," he said before dropping her on to the bed in the middle of the room. Whether to prove it, or shut her up he shifted so he was in between her legs and his fingers strong, firm against the back of her head as he held her face up for his lips.
His tongue tangled with hers, demanding a response, pulling passion out of its worried hiding places and daring it to dance. Gabriella's fingers dug into his shoulders as her mind struggled to give up the fight to be rational and wanted to dive into the delights he had to offer. She wanted to say to hell with discussing it, who needed a clear understanding of what this all meant when the communication between their bodies was coming through loud and clear.
Pulling away for air Gabriella leaned back and away from him and he stood up to begin undressing. "Troy," she said taking in the new surroundings she bit her lip anxiously as she looked back at Troy who was lifting his undershirt over his head already. "Here?"
"Here," he said tossing his clothes to the side and reaching down for her wedge sandal.
Gabriella scooted up on the bed slipping out of his grasp, "Hold on a minute,"
Troy reached forward and with a sly grin and caught her ankle and pulled her back towards him, "Backing out so soon?" he said leaning down and hovering over her.
"It's been a really long time, and this is happening really fast," Gabriella said beginning to feel her head spin, "I barely know you."
Troy let out a deep rumble of laughter as he pushed himself up so that he was standing again looking down at her as she sat there on the bed with her knees tightly welded together and her hands gripping the sheets behind as she sat up. "You innocence is very charming," he said after a moment of silenced passed between them. "Tell me what your concerns are?"
"Well for starters you're practically photo shopped," she said looking at his bare chest and abs. There was muscle everywhere she looked she was almost embarrassed with the way she looked fully dressed let alone if she was half naked in a room with him. "Some of us don't look as firm as we'd like to be."
"I like the way you look, your curvy, and I like curvy," Troy began undoing his belt buckle, "Take off your dress."
"No," she said sitting up a little straighter, "Can't we just do it with the dress on or the lights off," she said looking around at the windows, "There aren't even curtains on the windows."
"There's also no one around to peek through them," Troy said as he slid the belt from his pants in one long pull. "Take off the dress."
"Do you even have a condom?" Gabriella countered, "I'm not on the pill."
"I'll make a doctor's appointment for you," Troy said pulling his wallet from his back pocket and opening it, "till then," he pulled a condom from it and held it up with smirk.
"Well aren't you a boy scout," Gabriella said as she let out a sigh, "it's almost like you planed this."
"Dreamed of it," Troy countered as he placed the wallet down on a nearby dresser. "You're still wearing the dress."
Gabriella took a deep breath as she watched him intently as he watched her with an amused grin. "This seems like a lot a pressure for five minutes."
Troy let out a laugh as he slowly made his way towards her, "David's an idiot."
Gabriella braced herself as the weight on the bed shifted underneath him and he leaned forward hovering over her, "Why?"
"Because five minutes is child's play," he said reaching his hand around her and pulling the zipper of the dress down. "Trust me, when I'm deep inside you and you're crawling at my back and biting that bottom lip of yours, the last thing on your mind is going to be what you're wearing," he said slowly. He wasn't going to give her anymore chances to back down, he already risked one too many and he was sure that if she stopped him, if she pulled away now he'd have to do something foolish, something he never did. He might have to beg.
Gabriella breath automatically quicken just from how close he was to her. She could feel her dress getting looser and her eyes still remained on his. His blue eyes were scorching with a heated stare. Her insides were going crazy and she felt the dress come down her sides leaving her bare from the waist up. Leaning down he took her left breast in his hand and without breaking eye contact he bent down to place his lips over her nipple biting lightly. The slight pinch felt good given the tightness in her shoulders. Her stomach was still doing summersaults of nervous energy. Closing her eyes she winced a little and took a deep breath taking control of her nerves. That was when she felt his kiss on her collarbone, then on her neck followed by the feeling of her hair being swept back as he kissed the intimate part of her neck behind her ear. He was so close and so warm, it radiated off his skin making her sweat as if she were in front of the stove.
Pulling away he smiled at her scrunched up facial expression, she looked as if she was afraid he hurt her. Deep down there was a pinch of hurt, a disappointment that she didn't trust him. He wanted her to trust him, to allow him to show her things, to show her how she made him feel. Being with her was like shutting off everything around them, she silenced all the voices in his head. With her he was able to focus, not on the years of pain, neglect and hatred but on pleasure. On the simple act of giving it and receiving it, a woman with that much power could have him on his knees. The upper hand was that she was totally and completely unaware of it and it made the chase that much more enticing.
Troy smirked as he leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips gently, his tongue danced soft and slow over hers as he skimmed his hands down to her knees, then back up her thighs. He cupped the back of her thigh in one hand shifting her so she laid under him correctly. With the very tips of his fingers he traced a gentle path along the edge of her panties right there in the crease of her thigh. Hip bone to the top of her thigh, then back, a little deeper, a little closer to her core, then back to her hip bones. His fingers slid down again, slipping under the slender elastic as they went. Teasing, loving how tight she felt as he wound her up, he stopped just short of her tempting flesh, although he already knew she was more than ready for him.
Her fingers dug into his arms her thighs trembling at his touch her breathing intensified. He shifted again his mouth over hers, taking the kiss deeper. Their tongues dueled, each fighting for control. She challenged him, stirred up a desperation he'd never felt before. The taste of her was beyond words, so delicious, so incredible. Troy smiled as he pulled away, "You're so receptive to my touch, but there are other places I want to taste first."
"I'm not sure what that means," she said a little breathless.
He moved lower to her neck and Troy used his teeth to nip at her taught skin there and she gasp in shock.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"No," Troy said with a chuckle as he gently pushed her back until she was laying on her back "I'm going to do just the opposite."
"What are you-"
"Shut up," he said slowly going down her abdomen with slow kisses. "The only thing I want to hear from you is moaning," he said with a playful smile. He let her keep the dress on even though at this point it only covered her waist. Hooking her panties with his fingers he pulled them down her legs and over her wedge shoes.
She was on fire. Hot, intense and wet, Gabriella looked up at the ceiling praying that he would hurry up and get this over with. She let her suddenly to heavy head rest back on the bed as she tried not to image what she looked like laying here like a beached whale. His hands slid up her legs until they were on her hips and that was when she looked down to see the top of his head as he positioned himself between her legs. The first touch of his tongue against her made her jerk violently and he used his hands to hold her down. The second touch made her embarrassed and then something happened when he placed his entire mouth over her clitoris and gently sucked. Her eyes rolled up towards the heard board as let out a soft sigh. Her body responded to the touch as if it had been the on button, and everything inside her began to buzz.
Her eyes squeezed shut as his fingers slid, first one, then two deep into her core. He slid and swirled, using his finger and his tongue to pleasure her. It was as if he had her entire body, her entire being, in the palm of his hand. Literally, his to control, his to pleasure.
Her lips parted as he teased her with his tongue, slowly moving up and down over her folds and pushing gently against her. Her breath quickened and she arched a little to meet his pressure. She pressed herself tighter against his hand, her hips undulating, circling, and trying to take him deeper. Her breath came in gasps, all of her being focused on his fingers. On the feelings he stirred. The scent of the ocean mixing with Troy's subtle cologne adding to the surreal, out-of-this-world feeling she felt inside.
Her heart raced, trying to keep up with the wild, intense feelings rioting through her body. She couldn't think could barely even breathe. Everything she had everything she was, centered on Troy. His fingers and the pressure. "Oh god," she moaned breathlessly staring up at the ceiling again through blurry eyes. He removed his finger and clamped down on her with his mouth again.
His hands tighten on her hips and he held her so tight she thought there would be bruises tomorrow. His tongue pressed against her and she let out a moan as she felt the pressure building up between her legs. It had been far too long since someone had touched her, far too long since a man had placed his hands on her so intimately. "Troy," she gasp as she whimpered with pleasure, the pleasure was building the pressure of it all inside her was rising and she felt her lips part even further as she arched her back. "Don't stop," her hands reached up to grab the sheets on the bed.
With one more push of his tongue quickly moving up and down she was pushed over the edge, pushed over the point of no return and she let out a load moan of joy as she felt her inside combust with raw human sexual need and desire. The wave of pleasure almost made her ache as much as it gave her pleasure.
Her hands quickly came up to cover her mouth with embarrassment as he pulled away from her quickly. What had she done? How could she have come apart like that? Was he going to laugh at her? Propping herself up she watched him push his pants off completely and grab the condom from the bed. Her eyes looked down at his cock, he was hard, he was big, and he was putting the condom on. Gabriella bit her bottom lip as she watched him climb back onto the bed and push her legs open so he could come between them.
"You're soaking wet," he said looking down at her with a small smile as he felt her with his hand at first. Then he gently he rubbed his cock against her already throbbing clit, "Do you like that?"
Gabriella didn't say a word, she simply stared at him with a nervous excitement. His smile grew as he reached down to grab her legs and pull her up so her lower half was off the bed.
"You turn me on," he said positioning himself at her entrance. "Thinking about this, makes me hard, seeing you there, ready for me," he paused as he let out a sigh of his own, "You do things to me."
A sense of pleasure swept through her, she turned him on, she made him hard. She couldn't even believe he was saying this, part of her wanted to turn around and bury her face in the pillow. Then he used the tip of his penis to pleasure her rubbing against her and moaning. Gabriella let out a breath as a different kind of pressure built up inside her, a pressure that was craving him. "Do it," she said surprising herself.
Troy eyebrow shut up and the grin on his lips stretched out further. Her body tightened, her girlie parts wept with pleasure as she anticipated his next move and within a matter of seconds he was plunging deep into her core. Gabriella's head shot back as her lips parted with the shocking feeling of him stretching her out hitting against her clit from the inside and filling her to the brink. He pulled out completely and then reentered her just as quickly. "Fuck," he said between clenched teeth. Slowly he came down to hover over her so he could bury his face in her neck and mass of brown curls that were spread out on the sheets. He moved swiftly filling her again and Gabriella legs came up to wrap around his and her hands came up to grip his shoulders.
"Don't stop," she whispered in his ear.
Troy closed his eyes as he used one of his free hands to push himself up and the other grabbed her hand. Bracing himself he took a moment to gain his composer as she wiggled beneath him. He brought her hand up above her head and then reached for the other one and put it in the same place. Pushing himself back inside her he let out groan before doing it again, and again.
Gabriella let out moan as she felt him pull out and push back in, he was holding her hands up above her head and he was picking up speed. The pleasure inside her was overwhelming she could feel herself arching and moving against him to meet his thrust. Her moans got louder with each thrust and his rhythm got faster as he began slamming into her. "Don't stop," she begged as he pushed inside her.
"You're going to come for me," he muttered, his words tight, low, intense.
As if under his command she instantly went over. Gabriella's body shook with the power of her climax. Her breath came in gasps, pleasure so tight, so intense, it bordered on pain. Her ear rang out, the surf disappearing so all she could hear was her own pounding heart as her body slowly settled back down to earth. She tried to catch her breath, tried reconnecting with reality. Given that tiny trembling orgasmic aftershocks were still rocking through her it wasn't easy.
All she could hear was his breathing, and the sound of her own heartbeat, loud and throbbing in time with his thrust. Despite their semipublic love nest, she had a surreal sense of being outside in the real world. As if this boat sheltered them in their own little bubble, away from real life. Away from the repercussions or choices. Her head fell back making way for his lips along her throat, for his kisses and his tongue.
It was as if he was flipping the switch from hot to blazing, bring her back to life back to total awareness. The feel of his shoulders now that he released her from his hold was strong beneath her fingers and his erection, still so hard and huge inside her.
"There's more?" she murmured unable to really believe what was happening.
Coming to an abrupt stop he lifted her from the bed so she was sitting in his lap and he moved so he was now laying down with her straddling his waist. "At least one more," he said with gleam in his eyes looking up at her.
She gave a breathless laugh. No way. She didn't think she had another one in her. His hands gripped her hips and Gabriella was lost in thought as his hands brought her down hard on him, making her moan in delightful sin. Her long hair was wild around her shoulders spilling over her breast and each curl bounced when she did. He used his hands to hold her hips as she moved back and forth on top of him. Her mouth fell open as she took deep breaths while bouncing up and down on him. Their moans got louder, their lovemaking rougher, she was grinding against him feeling the pleasure build inside her as he thoroughly explored her body with his hands touching everything as she moved against him.
Then he leaned up, finding her pebbled nipple and sucking hard. She shuddered, moaning over and over in time with each thrust. The tension wound again, tight and low as she gave herself over to the power he had over her body. Clearly he was a man who liked a challenge and if he said one more orgasm, then damnit she'd be reveling in another mind-blowing orgasm.
He nipped, his teeth working her nipples his hands now tight on her bottom as he lifted and dropped her on his erection. With one more powerful plunge she popped like a champagne cork, pleasure spewing from her in an explosion, her nipple beaded hard, arching beneath his lips her stomach constricted as the heat curled lower, spinning tighter.
The feeling of her walls constricting tightly around him made him gasp, his next thrust was hard and deep then he sucked in a breath and yanked himself back under control. Gabriella smiled wickedly as she realized the action of her power over him. She clenched again with all her might, this time swirling her hips against his. The move sent another orgasm spiraling through her, her clitoris quivering her breath rasping in and out.
That's all it took to send him over the edge. His thrust were hard, out of control. Intense, pounding pleasure poured through her as he gave a low moan, his body shaking as he poured out his climax. His hands were tight on her body and everything stilled as he let the crashing waves of his own orgasm shatter everything left inside him. The sound of his labored breath slowly coming back into his body as he hovered, holding her against him and feeling her breast against his own chest. It was one of the best feelings in the world.