“You. I’m losing control, Gabrielle. You make me lose control. My grandfather’s death scared me, not because he’s gone, but because of how bad I needed you. I’ve never needed anyone before and I don’t know how to handle it. The other women in my life never mattered anything to me except sex. They gave me a physical pleasure and that was it. You give me both a physical and emotional pleasure.”

I placed my hand on his cheek and gently brushed my lips against his. The words he spoke to me were words that had never been said to me before. He took away all the anger I had for him. I could feel his erection pressing against me while we kissed softly and lightly. I nipped at his bottom lip and he moaned. He lifted me from his lap and carried me to my bedroom, laying me down on the bed and slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Once he unbuttoned the last one, he pushed my shirt open and slid his tongue along the center of my breasts. He wanted me as much as I wanted him and, at that moment, everything that had happened all week suddenly didn’t matter anymore. His hand unbuttoned my pants and slid down the front of them, feeling my already soaked panties.

“I love how wet you get,” he whispered as his tongue slid across my ear. He got up and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the ground. As he unbuttoned his pants and took them off, I stood up in front of him and did the same. His fingers reached behind me and unclasped my bra. With a hitched breath, he removed my bra and cupped my breasts in his hands.

“I could barely stand not being able to touch these beautiful breasts and sticking my cock inside you all week. It’s all I thought about.”

“It’s all I thought about too,” I said with bated breath as he suckled my hard nipple. I arched my back as he placed the palm of his hand against my aching spot. He pressed firmly, moving his hand back and forth before dipping his fingers inside me. I gasped and he carefully laid me down on the bed, manipulating my insides generously as he always did. His lips hovered steadily over mine as his eyes carefully watched the pleasurable expression on my face when his thumb hit my clit.

“You like that, don’t you? I love to watch the faces you make while my fingers are inside of you and I’m rubbing your swollen clit until you come undone. I love to watch your body unravel and surrender itself to me.”