A Family for Christmas (8 page)

His
eyes shot back to her face. “Maybe what?”

“Maybe
sex isn’t a problem. I mean, maybe we can reconsider. After all, we’re married—”

Gabe
didn’t even bother trying to respond with words. He just pushed the door shut
behind her and closed the small gap between them, his handsome, strained face
leaning in toward hers.

If
she had thought about it, Lydia would have expected him to be slow and gentle
at first, had thought he might try to ease them into this—since it was the
first time they were together, and she was entirely new to this. But his mouth
and hands were immediately hot, hungry, and needy, and as he moved his mouth
roughly over hers, he clutched her almost painfully.

But,
somehow, it was exactly what she wanted. She responded, feeling an answering
hunger spring up in her own body. She pressed herself against him, clawed at
his back, opened her mouth to his seeking tongue and then tried to outmaneuver
it with her own.

When
he finally lowered his lips from her mouth to her neck, Lydia was breathless
and unsteady. Gasping, she heard herself whispering, “Gabe.” As if his name had
some sort of power in this room. Her heart was still drumming painfully, and
she thought she could feel an answering rhythm from him as her breasts pressed
into his chest.

His
hands were stroking her back. Then lower, cupping her butt. And he was pushing
her pelvis against his. Rocking his already full erection into her
rhythmically.

And
it was all happening so fast. She’d expected a little more preparation time.
Lydia felt a stirring of anxiety, but the need she felt far outweighed it.

She
let her head fall back, in an attempt to suck in some air without breathing in
his heat and body. “I’m not on birth control,” she panted, trying to pull
herself together.

“I’ve
got condoms.” Gabe might have been trying to rein himself in, but he wasn’t
doing a very good job. He bent over and lowered his face to the deep neckline
of her tank top, licked the line down her cleavage.

She
groaned as he lifted a hand to cup her over her shirt, her head falling back
again, but this time involuntarily. She could feel arousal building between her
legs, could hardly believe this was happening.

Feeling
her legs shaking a little, she still managed to ask, “Why do you have condoms?”

The
hands that had been fondling her breasts moved down to grab the bottom of her
top. Then he lifted it up over her head. Lydia had to release her hold on him
in order to get it off all the way. “I was hoping you’d change your mind,” he
admitted, slightly wry, even as he stared at her naked torso hungrily.

For
some reason, his answer filled her with affection. Without thinking, she
reached up and took his face in her hands to pull him down into another deep
kiss.

Even
though she had initiated the kiss, Gabe's urgency soon took over. It felt like
he was drinking her in, swallowing her down whole. His mouth was ravenous and
merciless. But Lydia didn’t mind. She felt the same way too, and more so when
he slid down her pajama pants and underwear, leaving her naked.

She
thought she would have wanted to go slow, but she didn’t. Her nipples were hard
already, and they chafed deliciously against his firm body. “Gabe,” she gasped,
when she turned her head aside to breathe. “I want you so much.”

“I
want you too.” His arousal was pushing into her now more insistently, and each
time he thrust against her, her inner muscles clenched possessively.

She
realized it was true. He really, really wanted her—in some sort of primal way.

With
his hands on her hips, he lifted her up, and she instinctively wrapped her legs
around him. This move brought her hot center into contact with his belly, and
she rubbed herself against him shamelessly.

He
moaned as she moved against him, and then he pushed her hips into him more
tightly. He pressed his face into her hair. “Fuck, you’re amazing, Lydia.”

She
wasn’t in the habit of using or hearing such language, but it felt natural to
hear it in this context, for some reason, and the sentiment filled her chest
even more fully.

He
walked them both over to the bed and then bent over to lay her down. He gazed
at her for a minute as she sprawled naked on the bed and waited for him.

His
gaze was so intent and so deep that she started to squirm. Smiling at him
awkwardly, she said, “You’re the one who’s done this before. I hope you know
what happens next.”

He
released a short burst of amusement and slid down his underwear. As she saw him
strip, Lydia felt a lump of fear reemerge in her throat. In this lull from the
momentum of desire, she realized what was happening.

She
was going to have sex. With her husband. For the first time.

She
was going to have sex with Gabe.

She
closed her eyes momentarily to process this shift. When she opened them, Gabe
was naked in front of her, his erection hard and prominent, almost at the level
of her eyes.

Her
eyes widened as she stared at him, and she even felt her mouth fall open a
little. Then she shifted her gaze up to Gabe’s amused face. “Something wrong?”
he asked dryly.

Lydia
gulped. “Not a thing. I’m game if you are.”

He
laughed. “I’m definitely game.”

He
joined her on the bed, moving over her, his body fitting against hers in a way
that felt strangely natural. He kissed her again. Traced his hands urgently
over her body. Ended up slipping his fingers between her legs, testing to see
if she was ready for him.

She
was ready.

Just
before he started nudging her legs farther apart, he shook his head roughly and
muttered, “Condom.”

He
reached into the drawer of the nightstand to grab one, and he tore it open
clumsily and then fumbled a bit as he rolled it on.

Then
he was with her again, moving over her, parting her legs to make room for his
body.

After
kissing her, his teeth nipping her lower lip, he asked huskily, “Are you sure
about this?”

Lydia
reached up and splayed her hands out against the back of his head, tangling her
fingers in his thick hair. He was supporting himself on his forearms, and his
upper body was so close to hers that their chests were brushing against each
other. “I’m sure. I haven’t done this before, but I know what I’m doing. So
just get going.”

Gabe
got going.

He
entered her slowly, carefully, his hand shaking slightly as he lined himself
up. He felt big and firm and too tight, but her body stretched and moved to
accommodate him.

She’d
heard it might hurt, but it didn’t. Not really. It was just so tight she was
panting loudly in response.

Gabe
had his eyes squeezed shut, and she suddenly realized that he was trying to
retain his control. She waited silently, without moving, until he opened his
eyes and gazed down at her.

“Okay?”
he asked briefly, a battle going on in his eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Does
it hurt?”

“Not
really. Kind of uncomfortable.” She took a deep breath. “It will get better.”
She rocked her hips up into him a little, testing out the sensations.

“Tell
me when you’re ready,” he said thickly, turning his head as he struggled to
control himself.

It
must have been a long time for him—if he hadn’t had sex since he got divorced.

“I’m
ready,” she said, the feelings adjusting so that, while still a little
uncomfortable, there was something else compelling her to move.

He
started to thrust, trying so hard to remain slow and steady that he was
actually shaking. She pumped her hips up to meet him every time he sank deep
into her, and it took a minute or two for them to establish a rhythm.

“Yeah,”
she breathed, when they started to move in sync. “That’s…kind of…good.”

He
made a huffing sound, his hot eyes never leaving her face and body.

She
felt little bursts of pleasure with each stroke, and her body began to tune
itself into their pattern. Soon her motion was instinctive, automatic, an
innate drive toward release and completion. She suddenly wondered if she might
even be able to come, although that was never in her expectations for her first
time.

She
just needed a little more time.

But
time was something Gabe didn’t have. He was already sweating profusely, and his
eyes were almost glazed over in his struggle to not lose control. “Lydia. Fuck,
I can’t…”

“It’s
good,” she said. “Let go.”

She
didn’t know if Gabe made a conscious decision in response to her words, or if
he simply lost the remaining shreds of his self-restraint. But the steady
rhythm he’d been holding abruptly fell apart, and he started driving into her
harder, faster.

Little
whimpers started forcing their way from her throat, but they were from pleasure
as much as from effort. It was still good, although now she believed it would
be over before she could reach orgasm.

It
was fine. It was still good. She watched Gabe's face as her body moved with
his. Saw how much he needed this. Thrilled at the reality of it.

“Lydia,”
Gabe ground out, his face so close she could feel his breath on her cheek.
“Can’t hold back…much longer.” He moved his arms until his forearms were under
her neck. Then he adjusted his knees, so that he could get more leverage to
thrust.

“Don’t
hold back,” she choked, feeling an orgasm starting to build but knowing it
would be too slow. “Come, Gabe.” She clutched at his back, loving how real and
solid he felt under her hands. “I want you to come.” Her whole body was jostled
by the momentum of every thrust, and the bed beneath them was squeaking just a
little.

He
let out a frustrated groan and tried to slow himself down, but she tightened
around him purposefully until he fell out of rhythm. His eyes were closed
again, and his incoherent grunts were hot and primitive.

Lydia
had never felt so powerful. So desired. So needed. She shuddered with
delight--from the impact of this knowledge as much as from the friction inside
of her. “It’s good, Gabe,” she gasped. “It’s so good.”

He
gave a few final pushes inside her, then bit out her name as he froze with his
climax. Then she felt the tighter spasms of his release inside her. Saw raw,
naked pleasure replace the frustrated hunger and effort on his face.

He
collapsed on top of her when the contractions finally ceased, the whole weight
of his body all at once pushing her into the mattress. It was a little
uncomfortable, but it was also so good. She tightened her arms around him and
held him as close to her as she could make him.

Neither
one spoke for a long stretch of time, until his weight finally became too much
for her. She shifted a little, and Gabe immediately reacted. Raised himself up
and gently, very carefully pulled out of her, taking care with the condom.

Then
he flopped down beside her again and gave her a wry look.

“Surely
you didn’t expect me to come too,” she said with a little smile.

He
narrowed his eyes. “It’s been known to happen.”

She
laughed softly. “It was my first time. I really enjoyed it. I had no
unrealistic expectations.”

“I’m
not sure they were unrealistic.”

“If
you say so.” She was still smiling when he rolled over closer to her. She loved
how soft and relaxed he looked now. “What are you doing?”

“Proving
a point,” he murmured, just before he kissed her. The kiss was slow, without
the urgency of before. Then he moved lower, lavishing leisurely attention on
her body with his mouth and hands. He spent a while on her neck and shoulders
before finally descending to her breasts.

His
mouth was creative and skillful as he suckled one of her nipples, and she was
soon wriggling and pushing up against him. “I think you can move on,” she
gasped.

“To
where?” he teased, raising his head to look down at her with an amused glint
she’d only seen occasionally in his face.

“You
know where.” She was having to fight not to squirm, since she was so aroused.

“You
could tell me.”

Feeling
a matching teasing, she wasn’t going to cave so easily. Instead, she brought
his hand down from one of her breasts and settled it between her legs.

He
chuckled and slipped the hand between her thighs, and his fingers teased her
open.  “Is this what you want?” Sinking one finger inside her, he pumped it in
and out experimentally. When she bucked up at the jolt of pleasure, a second
finger joined the first.

“Oh,
yeah,” she gasped, feeling the semi-halted momentum of her earlier interrupted
arousal returning with his skillful stimulation. As he thrust his fingers into
her, angling them in exactly the right way, she started rocking her hips into
the motion.

His
mouth latched onto one of her breasts, and his free hand moved to the curves of
her butt to help guide the motion of her pelvis. Lydia grabbed at his head and
held it down to her chest, feeling the multiple pleasures coming together.