Authors: Kayla Perrin
All I Want Is You (25 page)
Again and again, she thrust gently forward until she felt the sensation of his fingertip resting inside her, moving her to gasp with pleasure. Writhing in her seat, Malisa was consumed by the ecstasy, whimpering for more as Gabriel fingered her gently. Every erotic thought imaginable filled her mind, rendering her senseless.
As he kissed her, his tongue dancing in her mouth, Malisa was consumed by the vast sensations sweeping through her. She was completely lost in the moment when Gabriel pulled her thong from her body, ripping the thin strap that held the quadrant of fabric in place. She didn't have a clue when he had opened her blouse and had slid it and her bra from around her body.
All she could think of were his kisses as they gently rained down on her naked flesh, her breasts and nipples being tenderly lashed by his tongue. A loud moan rang through the quiet, and Malisa realized that sound was coming from deep within her. For Gabriel, the sound was pure joy to his ears.
His kisses moved across her torso and down toward her tummy. She sucked in air, her eyes widening at the prospect of him kissing her in such an intimate way. Gabriel slid his hands beneath her buttocks and pulled Malisa to him. He nipped at the flesh of her legs, gently biting and licking his way upward. Malisa rose up on her elbows, leaning forward to watch him as he crawled between her thighs.
She pulled her hand over his head, wanting to draw him closer to his target. She was eager for his touch, her desire obvious in her hardened nipples and slick wetness that coated his fingertips as he tapped at the door to her most private place.
As he stuck his tongue out, the tip of it easily licking the swollen nub, he met her passionate stare, his intent gleaming in his eyes. Malisa shuddered, her muscles quivering uncontrollably. His intimate kiss was mind-blowing, moving her to fall back against the sofa. Her legs spread farther apart, her knees bent as Gabriel continued licking and nibbling at her until she was just a second shy of coming, and then he stopped abruptly. Malisa's breath caught in her throat.
His voice hoarse, Gabriel's tone was commanding. “Turn around and kneel on the couch,” he whispered.
As he guided her onto her stomach, Malisa did as she was directed, rising up onto her knees. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, her bra lost somewhere on the floor, nothing in place but her high-heeled shoes.
From behind her, Gabriel kneaded the taut muscles of her buttocks, squeezing her flesh. His touch was urgent and wanting, his treaties burning like fire beneath the pads of his fingertips. He moved up close behind her, his left hand sliding between her legs from behind. His mouth followed his hands, biting and licking her hungrily as his fingers spread and stroked the damp spot between her legs.
Malisa had to fight to keep herself from collapsing from the intense pleasure. Gabriel's husky whisper rang through the air. “You like this? You like when I play with your kitty like this?”
Malisa nodded, her head bobbing eagerly. “Yes,” she answered. “Oh yes!”
He continued to play with her, moving Malisa to push herself backward, pressing her behind against his hands. He toyed with her little button of pleasure-flesh, frigging her clit with rhythmic stroking, varying the speed and pressure, dipping down occasionally into the vaginal well to refresh his finger's lubrication. “Damn, woman! You are so hot and so wet.” Gabriel groaned. “You know this makes me so hard!”
Malisa could only moan her assent, words completely lost to her. She was ready to explode, every fiber in her body raging a private war inside of her. And just as abruptly as before, Gabriel stopped his ministrations, sensing her need to come and come hard. Malisa groaned.
“Stop . . . stop teasing!” she pleaded. “I want to come!”
Gabriel chuckled ever so softly. “Turn back over,” he directed, moving her to sit and face him. He pulled away from her, sitting back against the wooden coffee table. His erection peeked eagerly from the split in his boxers, his pants abandoned on the floor beneath his feet.
The man's expression was taunting. He drew the index finger that he'd teased her with into his mouth, sucking the appendage. The gesture was erotic and hot, and Malisa found herself holding her breath.
“Play with yourself,” Gabriel said. “Spread your legs for me so that I can watch.”
She hesitated momentarily. With his hands clasped together, his elbows resting on his knees, he leaned toward her, his stare compelling her to do his bidding. He repeated his request. “I want to see you touch yourself, Malisa.”
Doing as he instructed, Malisa slowly spread her legs wide open, leaning back against the sofa cushions. Her hands dropped to her thighs as she eased one and then the other along her inner legs. Timid at first, Malisa touched herself, stroking the brush of pubic hair against the back of her fingers. Gabriel leaned even closer, and she began to slowly finger the delicate labial folds. She tapped her thumb against her clit, stroking the nerveladen nub in a slow, circular motion.
As she rubbed her pleasure spot, Gabriel's expression was priceless, the man completely consumed by the moment. He moved even closer to her, a hand dropping against her knee, his other hand wrapped around his manhood. “Pinch your nipples for me,” he demanded.
Malisa's expression was coy as she did exactly what he wanted, pinching one candy-hard nipple and then the other. As he stroked himself more firmly, she lifted one breast to her mouth and sucked her own nipple, still fingering herself with her other hand. Her fingers dipped in and out, the man becoming even more aroused by the sight of her. Her eyes never left his, her gaze locked wholeheartedly with his as he watched her.
When neither of them could resist a moment longer, Gabriel came to his feet, shedding his T-shirt and his boxers as he tossed them across the room. Malisa slid forward on the couch. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his stomach. She looked up at him as his hands groped her breasts, enjoying the sight of the large appendages against her skin. Gabriel put his hands behind her head and pulled her against him. Without any further guidance from him, Malisa clasped his engorged penis and sucked him in hungrily. Her lips slid over the crown and down the shaft. Her tongue sensually swathed the length of him.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Gabriel's body tensed, fighting not to explode right then and there. He lifted one foot up on the couch and pumped himself into her mouth. Thrusting his hips forward, he closed his eyes and let out a gasp of sheer pleasure. Wild with passion, Malisa lapped and sucked at him heartily, encouraging the man to feed her as much of himself as he wanted. She was in heaven, his clean, musky scent fueling every ounce of her desire.
Ready to combust, Gabriel dropped his hands to her shoulders and pushed her back, moving her to lie back against the upholstered cushions. Malisa lay back with her legs spread, watching as Gabriel dropped down between her thighs, rubbing his phallus against her until he was wet, and then he slid himself deep into her. He pushed as far as he could go, then stopped to revel in the rapture that shone in Malisa's face.
Lifting her hips, Malisa shifted her body against his. She needed him, wanted him so much that the wanting hurt. It was the sweetest pain imaginable. Driving in and out of her, Gabriel was suddenly overwhelmed by the realization that never again would he want any other woman. Malisa had him heart and soul, the magnitude of her possession rivaled only by his need for her.
Euphoria came in abundance, the couple reaching climax simultaneously. It was joy like neither had ever experienced before. As he spilled into her, Malisa cried out, calling his name over and over again. Gabriel collapsed down against her as Malisa clung to him, wrapping every square inch of herself against his body. So lost in the moment, neither heard the front door opening and then closing. And they barely heard Naomi and Trey stepping inside, Delores following closely on both their heels.
Chapter 13
Gabriel pressed his index finger to his lips, his eyes bulging anxiously. Malisa was snatching her clothes on and tossing him his, both more than surprised by the sudden intrusion. From down the hallway, they could hear Gabriel's family in heated conversation, and both knew it was just a matter of moments before they were caught with their hands deep in the cookie jar.
“Yo, Dad!” Trey called out loudly.
Gabriel shook his head, meeting Malisa's nervous gaze. Delores's voice rang out loudly.
“I've been sitting out front for almost an hour now. He's not answering the door or his phone. Something is wrong, I'm telling you.”
“Don't be so dramatic, Delores,” Naomi responded. “He is probably just upstairs, sound asleep.” There was no missing the annoyance in her voice as she dismissed Delores's concern.
“Trey, go upstairs and find your father,” Delores ordered, rolling her eyes at her ex-sister-in-law.
“Dad!!!” Trey shouted loudly. “You home?”
They could hear the boy's heavy footsteps stomping up the flight of stairs to the second floor of the large home.
Malisa was mortified as she struggled to pull on her top, gliding her palms down her skirt to straighten it over her hips. There was no time to hook her bra, so she shoved it deep into her purse, knowing there would be no way to hide that she wasn't wearing one, her breasts swinging freely beneath the silk fabric.
Just as Gabriel was zipping up his pants, Naomi stepped into the room. Her eyes widened in surprise, and a slow grin pulled at her mouth. She tossed a quick glance over her shoulder, then gestured for the two of them to hurry. “Your shirt's on backward,” she whispered, stifling a laugh as she pointed to her brother.
Malisa could feel a blush of embarrassment painting her expression, her cheeks turning a vibrant shade of red. Both were grateful that Delores had paused at the foot of the stairs, waiting anxiously for Trey to call down and report back to them.
Fanning her hands at them, Naomi pointed to the butler's pantry, gesturing for them to move into the kitchen. Peering down the hallway, she signaled when it was safe for them to pass behind her; then she returned to the front foyer and to Delores, who was still standing in wait.
She called out to her nephew, “Trey, is he there?”
“Is who there?” Gabriel asked, easing his way in their direction.
Naomi grinned. “There you are! Delores was sure that you were passed out dead or something, big brother.”
“You didn't call me,” he said, raising his eyebrows at his sister.
The woman giggled. “I knew I forgot something,” she said, snapping her fingers.
“Why didn't you answer the door?” Delores asked, suspicion shimmering in her eyes. “I've been ringing the bell for an hour now.”
Gabriel shrugged. “Sorry, we didn't hear the bell. The television was too loud, I guess.”
Delores's neck snapped to attention. “We?”
Trey interrupted the conversation. “Hey, Pop!”
“Hey, son!”
“Whose car is that in the back parking lot? Something happen to yours?”
Gabriel's head waved from side to side. “I rode home in Malisa's car. We have to go pick up mine later.”
“Where is she?” Trey questioned.
Gabriel nodded. “We were back in the family room watching television.”
The muscles in Delores's face tightened, her jaw locked tight at the mention of Malisa's name. Glaring at Gabriel, she moved in the direction of the family room.
Gabriel called out her name. “Delores! You didn't tell me what it was you wanted.”
The woman tossed him a look over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed into thin slits. “My family,” she snapped, not bothering to pause.
Malisa was seated on the cushioned sofa, her legs resting atop the ottoman as she clutched a pillow to her chest. Her gaze was locked on the television set, and someone's reality show played across the screen. When Delores marched into the room, she lifted her eyes innocently and smiled.
“Delores, hello! It's nice to see you again.”
Delores looked around the room, her eyes shifting anxiously to and fro. Naomi stepped past her, waving a hand in Malisa's direction.
“Hey, girl! How are you doing?”
“Better now,” Malisa said with a slight laugh. “How about yourself?”
Naomi nodded. “Everything is good.”
Delores cut her eye from one to the other, certain that she was missing something and not knowing what that might be. In the entranceway, Gabriel stood with his arms crossed over his chest. She turned in his direction. “May I speak with you privately, please?”
Gabriel met Malisa's stare and smiled. He turned back to his child's mother and nodded. “Sure,” he answered, gesturing for her to follow him to the front of the home.
Back in the living room, he turned to face her. “What's the problem now, Delores?”
“I can see why you like her. She's got a big ass and she's trashy,” Delores said snidely.
Before Gabriel could answer, Delores shook her head in disgust. She pushed past him, bending down to the floor by the corner of the sofa. When she stood back up, she was holding Malisa's thong between the tips of her two fingers.
“I can't believe you'd expose our son to your filth!” she hissed, throwing the garment at him.
Gabriel took a deep breath, catching the garment as it hit his chest. “Since you don't have a clue what you're talking about, Delores, I'd suggest you leave this alone. I pay the mortgage here. I don't recall you investing one red cent into my home, so you don't dictate what happens behind my doors.” He pushed Malisa's panties deep into his pant pocket.
“Now, is there something I can help you with or not? I have company,” Gabriel concluded.
Delores pointed her finger at him, shaking it feverishly. Her rage distorted her face, and Gabriel imagined that if it were at all possible, her head might actually explode. Without saying another word, Delores turned on her heels and tore out the front door, hell-bent on causing her ex-husband and his new friend as much hurt as she could possibly muster.
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Malisa stood alone in the powder room, still in disbelief over the turn of events. Naomi found the whole experience humorous, and even Gabriel had been able to finally laugh at the moment. She shook her head, the humiliation continuing to shine in her eyes.
She'd been ready to head home right behind Delores, but she knew that to rush out so abruptly would have drawn Trey's attention to their predicament, and no one wanted Trey to suspect a thing.
For the last hour, she'd been engaged with stories of his latest antics, the kid having a keen sense of humor and ability to make them all laugh. But she was grateful when he had finally gone up to bed. Naomi had also wished them a good night, whispering to them both to behave. Now Malisa was waiting to take Gabriel back to his car and make her way home.
Drawing her hand through her hair, she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with much-needed oxygen and then sighed. Gabriel's light tap on the restroom door pulled her back to the moment.
“Malisa, is everything okay?”
Pulling the door open, she greeted him with a slight smile and nodded. “I am. Are you ready?”
Gabriel nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around her torso. “I am so sorry,” he whispered in her ear.
“We should have been more careful. I can't believe we were so reckless.”
“I hope that doesn't mean you won't let me make love to you ever again,” Gabriel said teasingly.
She smiled. “No, it just means that from now on, we go to my house, not yours.”
The man hugged her tightly and then said the unexpected. “And then maybe, one day, my house will be
our
house?”
our
house?”
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Lying alone in her bed, Malisa was still reeling from the night's events. She'd been so shaken by what had happened that she absolutely refused to share the details of her evening with her sister, feigning exhaustion when Anitra and Baylor wanted to chat.
But being caught with her pants down didn't compare to Gabriel suggesting that they might one day live together. He'd expounded on the subject as he'd driven her home, foretelling the future he was suddenly imagining for the two of them. Malisa had to admit to being caught up in the possibility of him and her together forever.
She rolled onto her side, pulling the sheet up and over her body. Everything about her and Gabriel together excited her. She loved the thought that he could be her good morning when she woke up each day and her sweet dreams when she drifted off to sleep at night. She was completely enthralled with the idea of being one with Gabriel Whitman.
As she lay there wishing he were with her, Malisa realized that love was exactly what she was feeling and that Gabriel was loving her back just as hard.
Exactly seven hours later, Malisa knew she was dreaming when Gabriel slid into the bed beside her, pulling her against his body as he slid his arms tightly around her. Certain that she was dreaming, she had no desire to ever wake up as she snuggled close against him, reveling in the warmth of his body heat.
The deep tenor of his voice pulled her abruptly out of her slumber.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Are you planning on getting up anytime soon?”
Malisa's eyes opened wide, skating around the room as she took in her surroundings. “What? How? Gabriel?”
He chuckled softly. “Yes, ma'am, it's really me. Good morning!”
“What are you doing here?” Malisa asked as she wiped her face with the back of her hand.
“Your mother let me in. She said to tell you that she and Anitra will open the restaurant and that she is making Baylor work a shift too. Your dad said to tell you he'll see you later tonight. And here I am!”
“You mean we're here alone? Everyone's gone?”
He nodded. “Yes, but don't get any ideas. I'm not that kind of guy!” He smiled teasingly.
Malisa shook her head. “I need to get up. I have a ton of work to do.”
“So do I,” Gabriel said matter-of-factly. “But I had to see you this morning before I went to my office. I wanted to make sure that you were okay after last night.”
She nodded. “I'm sure I'll get over it. I hope we didn't scar your sister.”
He chuckled. “Trust me, it didn't faze Naomi in the least. Delores, on the other hand, was a bit perturbed.”
Malisa eyed him suspiciously. “What do you mean?”
Gabriel reached into his back pocket and pulled out what was left of her thong. “Delores found these on the floor. She wasn't happy about it.”
Malisa groaned, pressing her face into a pillow. Her cheeks were a brilliant shade of fire-engine red. She blew a deep sigh, shaking her head. “What about Trey?” she asked, peeking from behind the pillow.
“He doesn't have a clue.”
Malisa blew a grateful sigh. “That's all that matters, then,” she said. “I'd be absolutely mortified if he had caught us red-handed.”
“Yeah, I would have had a hard time explaining how you managed to seduce me like that.” Gabriel nodded, a blank expression on his face.
She laughed, pushing him back against the bed. “Very funny, Mr. Whitman.”
Gabriel laughed. “I thought so.”
Lifting her body from the bed, Malisa headed in the direction of the bathroom. She tossed him a glance over her shoulder.
“Are you sure there is no one home?” she questioned.
He nodded, amused as she lifted her nightshirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.
“Well, then,” Malisa said as she stepped her naked body into the other room, “lock the door and come scrub my back for me, please.”
Gabriel grinned. “Yes, ma'am!”
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Gabriel was out of his clothes and in the shower behind her before Malisa could even think to ask him twice. Taking the bar of vanilla-scented soap from her hands, he began to rub it against her shoulders and down her back, heading toward the virgin territory that was the soft cheeks of her bubble-shaped behind.
He lingered there ever so briefly as he slipped the edge of his palm into her crack. Malisa responded with a light giggle and a shake of her hips.
“You need to behave,” she giggled softly.
Squatting, Gabriel worked the rich lather down the length of her right leg, caressing and kneading her thigh and then her calf. He repeated the exercise in reverse as he moved up her left leg. When he reached the apex between her thighs, his fingers eased between the tight cavity, gently caressing her slit.
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