Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex, and a plethora of happily ever afters!
Word Count: 85,600
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From "Finally" by Emma Hillman: It was easier said than done, it soon became clear. He’d only taken my shirt off and I was already thinking of running away. “Shhh, calm down.” He grabbed my head in both palms and forced me to look at him. “We’re going to take it slow, okay?”
“But what if it’s too slow? For you, I mean? I’m sure you’re gonna want—” I was interrupted by his fingers on my mouth.
“Don’t say it, don’t even think it. I have enough willpower!” I couldn’t help it, I giggled at his outraged expression. “There, that’s what I like to hear.” He grinned and moved his hands up my sides.
I fidgeted under him, feeling restless. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Then just lie there, and let me work my magic.”
“Oh yeah, baby. My fingers are magic. So are my hips actually.” I grinned at the thought. “But even better than that, you have yet to feel my tongue.”
“You’ve got a magic tongue?” I teased, trying to ignore his hands on me.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it?” He smirked, opening his lips to wiggle his tongue at me. “It’s famous worldwide, you know. It’ll make you feel things you wouldn’t even have dreamt of.”
“Suuuure,” I replied, tensing when his fingers brushed the undersides of my breasts. Even through the satin of my bra, I could still feel his light touch. And it wasn’t that I didn’t like it, it’s just that I knew what came next. And I couldn’t face going through it again.
I snapped back to the present. “Yes?”
“Focus on me, baby.” He nudged my head up. “Look at me, okay?” I nodded and complied. Our gazes held as he slowly traced the patterns decorating my bra, dipping down until his fingers closed around the front clasp. With one quick move, it was open, and I felt air brush my skin. Oh god. “I said, focus. Yoohoo!”
I shook my head. “You’re nuts.”
“I know.” He grinned almost proudly.
“I try,” he replied, but this time, it wasn’t as strong. It actually sounded as if he wasn’t paying attention.
His palms were cupping my breasts now, weighing them, his fingers spreading over my sensitive skin. His thumbs hit my nipples, but even if it felt good, something was still off. “Gabe?” I knew that faraway look. He was lost in the sensations and nothing I’d say would matter. I had to get away. I couldn’t stay there while he touched me. He didn’t care. He just wanted to take his pleasure and then he’d leave and I’d be—
I sat up and hid my breasts. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can. You were doing great.”
“No, I wasn’t,” I hissed back, scrambling to get off the bed.
“Fuck this!” he said, before grabbing my flaying legs. He pulled until I was once again on my back. Except this time, hands were running all over my body, tugging at my clothes. I watched as a demented Gabe undressed me, tearing at the zipper that held my skirt. Drawing it down my legs, my thong bunched with it.
I was naked.
He didn’t stop there. He opened my legs so he could kneel between them. Then he slid down, and I forgot to breathe for a minute. He wouldn’t dare. He wouldn’t do this to me surely. “Gabe! Gabe! Don’t, please, don’t. Please.”
“It’s gonna work, you’ll see,” was the only thing he said before lowering his mouth to me.
His fingers parted me. The tip of his tongue found my clit. I held on and closed my eyes under the rush of sensations.