Chapter 41 Chapter Forty-One - Gabriella
I swear I see the walls he spent thousands of years building around his heart begin to chip away as I say those words. They’re not down completely, but I’ve got time. I’m not giving up on him. I know how it feels to be alone, I won’t abandon him.
With his eyes fixed on mine, peering into the depths of my soul, he shifts his hips and slowly enters me one glorious inch at a time, filling me up as I take shallowed, pleasured gasps and fight to keep my eyes open. I feel him sink into me completely, sheathing himself exquisitely inside me like a key finding the lock it was meant for. He leans down and presses his lips tenderly against mine, his facial hair tickling my face as I feel my pussy throb around his hardness.
“Jartre,” I moan softly against his lips.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “My Gabriella.”
I wrap my arms and legs around him as our lips move in perfect tandem. His arms encompass me like warm, protective armour as he begins to thrust slowly. I start to moan as our lips move in heated caresses, his hands roaming my back, burning my heated skin.
I’ve had plenty of sex in my life, but this is different. I’ve had sex, but I’ve never made love. I never really thought there was a difference, but I realise how wrong I was. I’ve never felt so connected to someone that just being locked body to body like this makes me feel like I’ve come home. Every stroke of him inside me sends waves of pleasure from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. His body moving against mine is like being brushed with the softest satin; his every motion bringing me comfort. His hands hold me close, making me feel safe and protected, while his lips kiss me tenderly, cherishing me with their caresses.
I feel tears pooling in my eyes as our lovemaking overwhelms me with emotions I never thought I could feel with another person. It doesn’t matter that he’s a God, it’s about who he is it to me. Calling him my soulmate sounded so strange until this moment, but now I understand what that word really means, and I now know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he is mine. He’s my everything.
I hold him tighter, clinging to him almost afraid that he’ll disappear at any moment. He tightens one arm around me, as the other slowly cascades down my body, over my breast, across my stomach, over my hip and down my thigh. As his hand makes its way back up, he sinks his fingers into the flesh of my hip, his thrusts picking up speed as his lips begin to travel down my neck. The moment he frees my lips, I lick and restore moisture to them as the breathy moans fly free in perfect response to his every stroke.
My hands explore his muscular back, his broad shoulders, and his firm pecs as he pumps his cock into me, building my pleasure perfectly. His lips trail kisses down my sternum, making their way from one nipple to the other, kissing and licking their peeks as his warm panting breaths set my insides on fire. His tongue glides up my neck and I take my opening. As my fingers slowly claw at his sides, I kiss along his shoulder, making my way up his neck.
His hand grips my hip harder, and I feel a moment of aching pressure from his touch, but I don’t protest it. Instead, I groan in pleasure, his powerful hold on me turning me on even more. His thrusts gain in speed a little more and he starts to put more force behind them, his hips hitting mine with enough force to rock my body. I moan louder, panting hungrily against his ear as I suck his earlobe between my lips.
“Gabriella.” He says my name in a deep, animal-like growl that brings a sensual shiver to my body.
His hands hook under me, gripping my shoulders as his twitching cock begins to pound into me. His strong, powerful thrusts make my walls flutter and seek to bring us both to the heights of pleasure. Every plunge of his cock hitting deep inside me has me crying out in ecstasy. Moan after moan drying my lips and making my lungs feel like sandpaper, but I just want more. I want more of him. I know I’ll never have enough of him. I want him buried inside me for all time until we cease to exist.
My toes curl, and my every muscle tightens like my body is turning into one giant knot.
“Jartre…Jartre…You’re everything,” I cry out, gripping his hips as they connect with me over and over and over again.
My mind spins and my throat becomes hoarse as his thrusts consume me. His speed becomes something my brain can’t comprehend, and the room becomes mixed with the sounds of his groans, my moans and the slapping of flesh that has me going crazy. My muscles become so taught they’re on the brink of cramping as the pressure inside me builds astronomically, and like a geyser finally erupting, the pressure inside me bursts. My body coils around him, clinging to him and trembling as I cry out – boarding on screaming – as the orgasm of inexorable pleasure explodes through every cell of my body, temporarily blinding me.
I feel my pussy clench around Jartre’s cock, tighter than it ever has in my life, causing a powerful orgasmic cry to escape Jartre as he lands one final intense thrust inside me. He holds me tight, groaning as I feel him empty himself inside me. His warm cum hits my walls in ongoing spurts making me moan in ecstasy as the sensation intensifies my orgasm like fuel on the fire. He slowly pumps into me, allowing my pussy to drain his cock, our bodies in such perfect sync and craving the other so much that it’s like they don’t know when to call it quits.
He captures my face and crashes his lips on mine. I hold his shoulders as I return his kiss and as he slowly stops thrusting, he frees my lips. He stares into my eyes full of wonder and adoration, a blissful and contented smile taking up his face that has my own smile mirroring his.
“I hope I didn’t disappoint,” I croak, my chest still heaving and my body still tingling.
He blinks, looking somewhat bewildered. “You could never disappoint me,” he says breathlessly, peppering soft kisses against my cheeks and eyelids. “You are the most exquisite, remarkable, perfect creature I have ever laid eyes on and that…”
“That…?” I slowly prompt, hanging on his every word as my heart continues to pound in my chest.
“Was the most beautiful and intense experience of my life,” he says in a deep exhale.
The tears begin to pool in my eyes again as I hold his face in my hands and pour all I can into our kiss. I kiss his cheeks his nose and press my forehead against his.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” I say with a loving smile.
He brushes his thumb against my cheeks and tenderly tucks my hair behind my ears. “Thank you, for trusting me.”
I shake my head, “Thank you, for trusting me. I know this was a big step for you, and taking it means everything to me.” I try to swallow the lump forming in my throat. I’ve never felt so emotional or overwhelmed during sex before, and it’s throwing me for a loop.
“Are you okay?” he asks with concern.
I nod quickly, “I’ve just never felt so emotional and overwhelmed. Is it always like this for you?”
He shakes his head. “Only with you,” he says warmly, making my stomach flutter.
He slowly pulls out of me and lays down beside me, and already I feel empty inside no longer having him so connected. I immediately snuggle up under his arm, lay my head on his chest and relax as I listen to the sound of his heart. He wraps his arms around me and cradles me close, placing a soft kiss atop my head.
“I love it when you do that,” he hums contentedly.
“Do what?”
“Snuggle up into my arms.”
His fingers draw soothing circles on my back while his other hand gently caresses my arm, and I, in turn, absentmindedly draw circles on his chest, sinking into relaxation.
“I feel at peace when I’m in your arms,” I admit, looking up at him to gauge his reaction.
He graces me with an affectionate smile. “I feel the same way.”
I give him a bright smile then rest my head back on his chest and close my eyes, lulled into the ultimate state of bliss cushioned between the rhythmic sound of his heart and the soothing rain outside.
“It’s still raining,” I say tiredly.
“Shit. I forgot to stop that. A sexy little minx distracted me,” he teases.
I chuckle. As he starts to lift his hand, I stop him. “Don’t make it stop. I love the sound of the rain, it relaxes me.”
“Then for you, I’ll let it rain.” He lowers his hand and instead lightly caresses my cheek.
“Just don’t go flooding San Fransisco, we already have earthquakes to contend with.”
He muffles his laugh with my hair, “No flooding, I promise. Now get some sleep, you’re overdue.”
He’s not wrong. It’s been at least 30 hours since I’ve slept, and my mind and body are feeling utterly drained. I don’t argue, I just close my eyes and snuggle deeper against him, letting myself slip into a deep and peaceful slumber. Until the images start…