Gabe

I fought back the smile and fell to my knees. This was the woman I fell in love with in high school, the one who I wanted to be with now. I knew that the strong, stubborn Scarlett was inside her somewhere. Life had beaten it out of her, but I had finally found it again.

I dropped my gaze and placed my palms on the sides of her hips. “Scarlett, please.”

“You lied to me, Gabe. I can’t trust you.”

“You can trust me.” I slid my fingers down and toyed with the top edge of her jeans. “You can always trust me to take care of you, Scarlett.”

“You’ve hurt me, Gabe.”

I flicked my gaze up to meet hers. “Then let me make it up to you.” I slowly slid her jeans down her thighs and watched as her gaze clouded with lust. She felt so smooth, so feminine, the more I inched down her jeans, the more I imagined plunging deep inside her body. I wanted her writhing beneath me, gasping and clawing at my back as passion ripped through her body.

“Scarlett.” I felt her shiver as I stared at her panties. They were small and feminine, with just a hint of lace. I hooked my fingers inside the edges and pulled them down her legs. As I did, her sweet aroma rose up, tempting me to explore further.

“This better be good, Gabe.”

God, I loved that sass. I snorted and let the scrap of fabric fall to the floor, and helped her step out of her panties and jeans. “Oh, it will be.” I lifted her leg and kissed her inner thigh. She gasped as I moved slowly, methodically over her skin, tasting every inch of her delicate body. Just before I reached her center, I moved her leg up onto my shoulder. Using my fingers, I spread her folds wide, exposing her most intimate parts.

My cock thickened as I leaned forward and blew on her glistening tissue. She groaned and threaded her fingers through my hair. I slid my hand along the outside of her leg and blew puffs of air over her skin. Then I smiled as she started wiggling in my arms.

She was right where I wanted her. I leaned forward, ready to taste her sweet center, when she tugged on my hair and pulled me away from her body.

“No.”

I raised my brows. “No?”

“You’re the one who’s supposed to be begging, not me.” She pushed on my shoulders, easing me back onto the floor. Before I realized what was happening, she straddled my hips and started removing her shirt and bra.

Her breasts were lovely. Round and firm and the perfect size for my large hands. I reached for them, but she swatted my hand away.

“You can look, but not touch.”

“Scarlett.”

“I want you to beg, Gabe. I think I deserve at least that much.”

She did. She deserved that and so much more. Because of this, I swallowed my pride and let her slide her wet pussy up and down over my pants. My cock strained for her, pressing against the zipper and making me uncomfortable. I fisted my hands at my sides as she groaned and touched her breasts.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you want it?”

“Oh yes.” What a stupid question.

“Too bad.” She grinned and pinched her nipples as she rubbed her hips against my groin. Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes, apparently lost in a moment of her own making.

More than anything I wanted to touch her, to hold her in my arms and push myself into her body. I wanted to take her, not just her body, but her mind and soul as well. Unfortunately, I knew that touching wasn’t allowed.

“Scarlett, please.”

She lowered her head and met my gaze. “You’ve repeatedly asked me to trust you, Gabe. Now it’s your turn to trust me.” She moistened her lips and squeezed her breasts. “Trust me with your pleasure.”

“Wouldn’t it be much more fun if I just took you right here?”

She smiled and stood. “No. We do this my way, or not at all.” She backed up and sat on the edge of the bed. “Now it’s your turn.”

I sat up. “My turn?”

She nodded. “I want you to take off your clothes and touch yourself.”

I hesitated. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes.” She leaned back on the mattress.

I quickly removed my clothes and stood before her. My cock stretched out from my body, aching for her touch. “Wouldn’t it be much more fun if you touched me instead?”

She shook her head. “You need to learn to trust me, Gabe.”

“But—”

“Do it.”

I grabbed the base of my shaft and stroked it from root to tip. Pleasure burst from my center and spiraled through my core. I pumped slowly and steadily, watching her gaze widen as she continued to touch herself. Seconds passed as pressure built deep inside my core. I wanted her, needed her. While the games were fun, I had had just about enough.

“Come here, you little vixen.” I dropped my cock and closed the distance between us. She rolled away from me and stood on the other side of the bed. Bending over, she picked up one of my scarves.

“Here.” She tossed it to me.

“What’s this?”

“Put it over your eyes.”

I hesitated, then did as she asked. Despite my sense of urgency, I knew that she wanted me to trust her. If being blindfolded got me closer to my goal, then so be it.

I tied the scarf around my head.

“Now lay down,” she commanded.

I did, and before I took my next breath, she was straddling my legs.

“Much better,” she said.

I gasped as she took my cock in her hands and flicked her tongue over the tip. “Isn’t this better?”

“Yes.” My voice sounded strained, probably because I was fighting back the urge to grab her. As I laid there, helpless and without sight, she dragged her tongue over every inch of my cock, then took her tip in her mouth.

“Scarlett.”

She hummed her approval and slid her sweet lips over my length. Back and forth, in and out. I once again fisted my hands as need roared through my veins.

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.” She used her mouth and hands, pumping with a slow, steady rhythm that made it difficult to think. With the blindfold on, her touch felt more intense, and more pleasurable. I gasped and groaned as she moved, letting the pressure build deep inside my core.

“Scarlett,” I whispered.

She moaned in reply.

“Scarlett, I’m close.”

She slowed her movements, bringing me back from the edge before stopping altogether.

“We can’t have that,” she said as she straddled my hips.

“Scarlett.” I gasped as she positioned me at her opening and sank down on my cock. She was so hot, so wet. I arched my back, leaning up into her, wanting to go as deep as humanly possible.

“Nice.” She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I immediately squeezed, loving the sound of her sweet moan. I continued to stroke her breasts as she moved up and down my shaft, gradually building the tension in the air until I could no longer think outside this moment. She had reduced me to some sort of animal. All I wanted was to claim her for my own.

I rolled her nipples between my fingers, loving how responsive she seemed to my touch. Pressure built in my core once more, and a sense of urgency swept through me. Sliding my hands down her sides, I dug my fingers into her hips and directed her movements, wanting her to move faster, harder.

I groaned and planted my feet on the mattress, allowing me to drive up into her body with added force. She loved the rough thrusts, and as her voice rose, she carried me with it, winding my muscles tight with anticipation.

A familiar tingling rippled along the base of my spine. I thrust with renewed urgency as I felt myself hover on the edge. Then she whispered my name, and her muscles tightened around my cock. The added sensation caused my orgasm to explode through me. Groaning her name, I emptied myself into her body. Ecstasy surrounded me, as well as something deeper. I felt a connection, a linking of sorts, and I knew in my heart that I would never be able to let this woman walk away from me again.

When the last ripples of our orgasms faded, she removed the blindfold and settled herself next to me on the bed. As I spooned myself around her, I inhaled her sweet scent and tried to commit it to memory.

“Do you forgive me?” I asked after a long moment.

She turned in my arms and looked at me, the edges of her mouth curling into a smile. “For now.”

“For now?”

She turned away and snuggled deeper into my chest. “Just make sure you don’t do anything stupid again.”

“I won’t.” I tightened my grip around her middle and buried my face in her hair. “I promise.”