She pulls me up her body and pushes me onto my back then lowers herself slowly onto my cock until I’m completely inside her. Her hands find my chest for leverage as she starts to ride me hard. I grip her hips as she fucks me harder, our bodies slapping together loudly. Part of me doesn’t think anyone can hear, but I panic that someone could be upstairs. I grab her thigh and hold her tightly to me so she doesn’t move up again. “Baby, we can’t be that loud.”

“I don’t care.” She moans as she moves up again and slams back down on me and grinds her clit against me causing a whimper to leave her lips. She tosses her head back and bounces faster her tits shaking so deliciously as goosebumps cover her flesh.

“Yes, you do. You’re caught up in the sex high which for the record is hot as fuck, but we’re not at our apartment.”

Her eyes drop to mine. “Our?”

“My home is your home baby, you know that. And for the record, that’s nothing new.”

“J—” She starts when the sound of walking overhead stops us both. We both stare at each other, our eyes wide when she slams a hand over her mouth. She looks around my room, her eyes nervous and fearful that someone heard us. Sex high has dissipated. I don’t hear anyone opening the door to the basement and I pray to God no one does because I don’t know how I’d hide Gabrielle in here. I suppose she could go in the closet or my bathroom but the idea of that doesn’t sit right with me.

I don’t want to hide her from anyone.

I put my index finger to my mouth indicating that we have to be quiet before I raise her slowly off of me and push her back down. “I need you to come,” I whisper. “Come for me.”

She shakes her head. “What if someone is still upstairs?” she whispers.

“Come quietly. Like the other night when you fingered your pretty pussy in my guest room.” My cock throbs, dying to release inside of her as I think about how hot it was to listen to her come when I shouldn’t have.

A mischievous smile finds her lips. “When I was thinking about you fucking me?”

“Mmmhm.” I nod.

“When I was thinking about your mouth making love to me.” She throws her head back as she begins to ride me again. “When I was thinking how fucking gorgeous you are and how it drives me out of my mind that I can’t have you.”

“You can have me,” I grunt. “I’m yours.” I reach up and pinch her breasts and she puts her hand over her mouth again to muffle the moan escaping her lips. “Look at me and tell me who I belong to.”