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“Wait,” she gasped her eyes frantic. “Aren’t you…dead?”
His eyes furrowed, suddenly puzzled by her thought. “W-what…no, love I am here. With you.” He smiled reassuringly.
Grabbing her in an armful, he crushed his lips onto her luscious ones. She tried to break from his grip. Instead, she clung to him while desperately trying to breathe. His scent flared her nostrils and her body responded unconsciously.
“If tomorrow you’re not here, then everything—then you’re—“ “Shh. Shhh.” He cradled her in comfort, adding the gesture of kissing her hair. “I will be here, dove.”
Hands were caressing her face and those eyes again loom in the depths of her own. He delved in, helping himself on her soft lips, lifting her shrouded thoughts and making her his. She moaned, feeling bolder and lightheaded. She pushed him. “Gilbert.” She looked away. “Please…stop. I’m imagining thing—I’m out of my mind.”
“So you say.” He muttered grimly. “Well, then. There might be another time.”
He quickly retreated from the bed, his weight leaving the mattress undaunted. He stood back in the darkness that she can discern he isn’t there.
“Gilbert.” She pleaded.
Pressure quickly builds right in front of her. After a sudden, she was pinned by the man she loves. Her eyes went wide. The pools in those vermilions peered tight into her. She knew then what was to happen.
“Tell me, isn’t this real?” he slowly pushed the hem of her chemise.
“Yes.” He feels her legs and began planting sensual kisses on her neck. Unbeknownst to her, her lover almost finished removing his breaches. She inhaled a breath, feeling something rigid between her exposed thighs.
“Gil…” she pleaded once again.
He nuzzles her hair clutches a bunch of the chemise higher. He stopped just until she writhe her thighs in the feel of the cold then instinctively placing a hand between them. She breathed a gasp. Soon her face shown smoldered. It pleased Gilbert to see her so vulnerable and wanton to him.
He smiled knowingly. Pushing her hands away ever so gently, and then bringing pressure upon her wrists, pinning her arms on both sides of her head.
“There, there love. You told me you like it rough. As a man of my word, it is my great pleasure to comply.”
He inserted his scepter making her shudder and held onto him. Her cries were arousing, with half a moan and a yelp, a sweet sweet melody to his ears. He withdraws and goes in again, harder this time. She moaned louder. How he loved that sound.
He resumed his invasion, pinning her simultaneously pleasuring her. Gil roamed deeper; the friction bringing ecstasy it’s so gratifying. She cried in pure passion as she dug her fingernails on his flexed shoulders.
“I-it’s hot…in…there.” She rasped.
He increased in rhythm, all just to hear and feel her wildly. Short ragged breathe escaped her as he continued his newfound assault. She threw her head back, putting herself in desire. Words were taken and only there breathes could justify their satisfaction.
Then it happen, both of them reaching sweet frenzy, lose in lust. Soon, Gilbert withdraws and looked at the woman he loves. His seed’s spilling between her thighs, as she, looking glorious and wanton at him, felt very right.
He stared at her in the moonlight until he could see every outline of her cherished face. He breathed a sigh.
“Gil…” she caressed his cheek and answered with a soft purr, “I love you.”
“I do, too…” he kissed her again, one of the affectionate ways he’d done and looked at her, “I…love you, too.”