31

AUDREY
Gabriel’s place was just as grandiose as he was. We first took an elevator toward his penthouse on Fifth Avenue. The space was cultured with full gray & white veins in the Italian marble floors and a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows that peered across the beautiful view of Central Park.
His home was beautiful, like the man himself. His private space was warm and extravagant, and the walls were filled with gorgeous paintings of abstraction and landscapes but were never exaggerated. I understood his fascination with the arts. The tension inside me had become palpable. We’d been together alone for hours, but I was even more nervous now.
“Your house is amazing…” I praised softly as if being in his home was a privilege. This was another glance at Gabriel’s private life.
He pulled me to him and sandwiched me against his arms. “I’ve imagined this moment, Audrey,” he said softly. “I’ve pictured you standing on my floor, and here you are. I can’t wait to have you tonight.”
Oh, how I needed to be held like this. Gabriel had become the man I didn’t expect him to be. He always seemed like a hard-to-please and demanding man, but I didn’t realize he could also be gentle.
I shoved my hands at his broad back, admiring its hardness. Gabriel rested his chin over my shoulder. “Let me take you to my bedroom.”
I inhaled deeply. “Right now?”
He hummed. “Don’t worry. We won’t do anything you don’t like. Come.”
I cleared my throat. “I need a shower.”
“I’ll show you.” He grasped my hand and led me to the living room up a hall to his bedroom.
“Nice. Really nice…” I said breathlessly when he showed me the open space room sweeping between glass windows. The bedroom bore a massive white sleigh bed in the middle, touched with soft cream linens, yet the floor was still accented with masculine preference, just perfect for a magnificent man. It was so tranquil but calling for attention.
“Here’s the bathroom.” He referred to the walnut door. “There’s towels, a toothbrush, body wash, shampoo… everything you might need inside, but tell me if there’s something else you want.”
“Wow, Stark. Just wow,” I breathed. He seemed so used to this kind of preparation. I wondered how many of his flings he brought here.
“What?”
“Nothing. Thank you.” I smiled.
The bathroom turned out to be lavish and spacious, like the house. Also, it had a double vanity, steam shower, and, lastly, a clawfoot bathtub.
Damn, Stark. He definitely lived a luxurious life in Manhattan—the place I always dreamt of going to. Now, here I was, experiencing more than I deserved with him. He might’ve thought that I wanted to bathe in the tub because he had already filled it with milk, water, and daffodil petals.
I soaked my body in the tempting aroma of the water, and I suddenly felt relaxed, humming as the milk water coated my body. Gabriel knocked on the door a few minutes later. I dipped my body up to my neck, hiding my parts underneath.
“Gabriel, wait!”
He pushed the door open but stopped at the entrance and leaned onto the frames.
“How do you like it?”
I smiled in delight. “I like it very much. Thank you.”
His eyes peered at me. I immediately felt bashful, knowing that I was utterly undressed.
“You’re so tempting like this, I might not be able to stop myself,” he said in a soft hush. “But I will take what I can.”
Gabriel eventually stepped into the bathroom and pulled his shirt over his head as he walked close to me.
Oh my God.
I’d always expected extraordinary things with Gabriel, but he was beyond that. I held my breath as my eyes drifted over his bare torso. Goddammit, this man had it all. His body was sculpted by a sculptor with his perfect planes and muscle cuts. He had deep lines on his stomach, his ample chest, and shoulders that flattered his figure. He was radiating with a sultry presence. The milk water was cool but not enough to ease my rising temperature.
And the man didn’t have mercy. He stood next to the tub and slipped his pants down, leaving only his black boxers, revealing his obvious erection underneath the fabric.
“I’m going to sit behind you,” he said, and I automatically moved forwards to give him space. He stepped into the water, and then he placed me between his legs.
He pressed me to his body, skin to skin. He cursed under his breath.
“You’re going to make me come with this alone.”
I didn’t know what had just happened, but his words excited me. Various images popped up in my mind as I wondered how he’d look if he did, but I wasn’t facing him, and I couldn’t bear to look back either. I felt his cock poking me from behind.
This was harder than I thought. I finally spun around to face him, my bare torso nearly touching him. I held on to his shoulders, breathing heavily.
He looked up at my face and tilted his head to the side. A smile playfully curled on his lips. Leisurely, he lifted his hands to my stomach, and deliberately, he cupped my breasts with his palms. Lust pulsed through me, and a moan escaped my mouth.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and swiftly he leaned forward and took one of the crowns in his mouth.
“Ahh…” The pleasure was too much. It was excruciating. Ferociously, he suckled my breast, and I was utterly lost.
With his tongue circling my nipples, I felt tension on my knees as I was in an awkward position. My thighs began to feel numb, but Gabriel was so attentive he noticed I was on the verge of collapsing, so he gripped my thighs and brought me to his lap. My clit landed on his erection.
He held my gaze and let out a satisfied smile, but his eyes were still heated with desire. He caressed my back down to my buttocks, and he gripped me hard. This was the definition of torture.
“Look at you…” he whispered. “So open for me like this.” His hands moved back to my breasts and started to massage me, and then his thumb played with my nipples.
I bit my bottom lip, closing my eyes. “Gabriel…”
“Yet I can’t fully have you. What is it that you want, angel? Hmm?”
Angel. He had me called this nickname multiple times now, and I was beginning to get used to it.
Using both hands, Gabriel commanded the rhythm, massaging me to the point of already losing myself while his erection grew between my legs. I opened my eyes to see his face, and he possessed me with his stare.
Unable to notice my own body, my legs stiffened, and then there was this building pleasure in my womb. I came hard. I let out an unexpected groan, a sound of feral ecstasy.
“Sweet, angel.” He smiled in victory. “How easy it is to make you come.”
He wrapped his arms around me, crushing me against him as I collapsed on his shoulder, my face on the curve of his neck. He felt so bare, and his skin so warm against me.
We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other while he caressed my body with his expert hands. Then he gently lifted my face and kissed me softly.
“I can’t get enough of you, Audrey.”
“Me too.” I smiled.
He chuckled. “Feeling better?”
I giggled. “I feel good.”
He brushed his thumb on my cheek. “And we still have more time. Come, let’s finish your bath, and I’ll take you to bed. I need to learn more about your body.”
“More, but aren’t we going to talk first?”
He smirked sexily. “Is that what you want? Just talking?”
I felt my cheeks turning crimson. I shook my head.
“Oh, angel, you look so beautiful when you blush.” He kissed my mouth softly. “The night is young, and we’re just getting started.”