Standing up on my tip-toes, I kissed along his neck. Reaching his ear, I whispered, “Why? You seem to like what I’m doing.”
With that he grabbed ahold of my hand, the one that was holding his cock and sternly said, “Because if you don’t stop, I’m going to come, and I don’t want to come from your hand.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, this time. I want to come from that tight little * that I’ve been waiting to be inside since—” Pausing, he stopped and looked straight into my eyes. “Since the day I met you.”
“Even then? When I was such a bitch to you.” It wasn’t a question. I knew I was a downright bitch to him, even if he didn’t want to admit to it.
He smirked. “Even then, Sarah.” Breaking eye contact with me, Gabe started to wrap the other towel around his waist. “Come on,” he said as he looked back up into my eyes. “Let’s go lie down.”
As he started to get out of the tub, I stood still and whispered, “Okay.”
Fully out of the tub, Gabe turned around and asked, “What?”
“I love you, Gabe.” I didn’t have time to think about it before I blurted it out. But sometimes the best choices are the ones we don’t think about. We just go with it and hope the outcome is in our favor and not thrown in our faces later.
I knew I loved Gabe. I was in love with him. I think I fell in love with him the first day I met him. There was the way he looked at me, and the fact that with him I felt safe and protected. He was my hero. Something no one else had ever done for me. Besides Ryder. But me and Ryder were friends. It would have never been anything more and we both knew that. We got along way too well as friends to become anything else. But Gabe? He was the perfect blend of it all. We argued like we had known each other for years and years. We had kissed and cuddled and hugged and everything else that couples do and I knew I would never get sick of it. And when we weren’t doing those things? We were best friends. Gabe was my best friend. My love. He was mine and I was his.
I was going to become his in a matter of minutes, but with Gabe I knew tonight when I gave him my virginity it wasn’t just that. I was giving him my heart. Something I would never give anyone else.
When people lose their virginity, I think they just want to lose it. Well, most of the time. They think they love the person when in actuality they just want to have sex. Whether you save yourself for that person or you find them years later, it’s still special, because you can have sex with anyone. But for me personally? You can only give one person your heart. That you can never get back. And with Gabe, he was it for me.
Staring up into his eyes, I waited. A few seconds had gone by when Gabe wrapped his hand around my neck and crushed my mouth to his. Lifting my arms up and around his neck, I felt the towel fall to the floor but I didn’t care. That was the last thing on my mind.
He wrapped his other arm around my waist and picked me up. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, Gabe walked us into his bedroom. With the lights still off, the only noise was the sound of our heavy breathing, our slick bodies moving together, and his fan swirling above us.
Kneeling on his bed, Gabe didn’t let go of me as he moved up the bed. As he started to lay down on top of me, I felt my head hit the pillow. Unwrapping my legs from him, I felt Gabe’s entire body touching mine. Still kissing me, Gabe sucked my lower lip into his mouth and bit down slightly.
I started to moan when Gabe pushed his tongue inside my mouth. The second his tongue touched mine I breathed out. It took my breath away because I couldn’t believe that this beautiful man wanted me and that he never gave up.
It’s so much easier for people to give up on you. But Gabe didn’t. He made that choice. No one made it for him and that’s why I loved him. Why I fell in love with him.
Breaking from my lips, Gabe looked down at me, breathless and beautiful.
Smiling up at him, I saw he was staring at me. No. Memorizing me.
“What?” I whispered.
Opening his mouth, Gabe stayed quiet for a second before he whispered with no hesitation, “I love you, Sarah.”
I could feel tears forming in my eyes. For as long as I lived I would never be able to wrap my head around why this beautiful man loved me when I was the worst to him. “I love you too, Gabe.”
I didn’t realize tears were falling from my eyes till Gabe lifted his hand and used his thumb to wipe them away. “Why are you crying, Sarah?”
Shaking my head, I said, “I just love you, Gabe, and I have no idea what I did to deserve you.” My lips quivered.
Smiling down at me, he cupped my face. “You’re you, Sarah Thompson.”
As I looked up at him, I smiled. We were both still and I knew Gabe didn’t know what to do, so I trailed my finger down his body to his cock and started to squeeze.
Closing his eyes, he rested his head against my shoulder and grunted, “I’m not going to last long.”