( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )
Imperio
Chapter 8
Gabrielle woke with a cute, deep yawn. The bedroom was cold and still, but the body she was wrapped around was very warm. It was Harry, she remembered. She lay still, listening to the slow, even rhythm of his breathing, and her face grew very hot as she recalled exactly how she’d ended up wrapped around him. It seemed like a dream that she’d fallen asleep in the arms of the man she’d obsessed over for years, but the warm ache between her thighs confirmed it hadn’t been a dream. She shifted gently, careful not to wake him, and tried to close her eyes again, but the throb radiating from her pussy made sleep impossible.
She lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling, letting their latest encounter replay in her head. Harry’s hands had been so gentle on her, and his mouth so warm and ruthless. She’d cum harder than she thought possible, then apparently fell right asleep. Now, she lay there with her inner thighs sticky, her pulse racing, and her skin tingling where his hands had explored only a few hours ago. She wanted him again. She wanted him even more than before, which didn’t seem possible.
She tried to burrow deeper into his chest. She curled her body against him and pulled the duvet up to her chin. She inhaled his scent, and her blue eyes fluttered. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to will herself back to sleep, but her body rebelled. Her nipples were hard and begging for attention. Her hips kept shifting of their own accord, desperately seeking friction. She squirmed and pressed her thighs together until it almost hurt.
With a frustrated little whimper, she threw off the covers. The cold air raised goosebumps on her arms and legs. Harry didn’t move, aside from exhaling sharply, and she marveled at how he could sleep through her fidgeting. She considered waking him right then, but something stopped her. She wanted to look pretty for him, and to show him just how much of a grown woman she truly was.
She slipped out of bed as quietly as she could. Her bare feet sank into the plush rug, and the sensation made her want to giggle. She padded over to the nightstand and flicked on the lamp. The amber glow pooled over the bed, illuminating the room in soft light. The bed itself was a mess. The sheets were twisted, the pillows were scattered, and a wet spot was visible where her naked pussy had just been resting. Her panties and top were nowhere in sight. That was okay, Gabrielle thought. She wouldn’t be needing them anyway.
Gabrielle made her way to the in-suite bathroom and closed the door behind her. She turned on the light and blinked against the harshness of it. Her reflection slightly shocked her. Her hair was an absolute mess, and her cheeks were flushed. Her full, pouty lips were swollen and red, and there were little love bites on her neck. She blushed at her own reflection, feeling incredibly pleased by the thought of Harry agreeing to fuck her silly.
She reached for her toothbrush and brushed her teeth. She then rinsed and spat into the sink. She tried to tame her hair with her fingers and found it hopeless. She’d have to settle for the tousled look. Satisfied with her work, she splashed cold water over her face and dried herself with a hand towel.
She padded back to the bedroom with her body now humming with excitement instead of uncertainty. Harry was still asleep, and his face was turned toward the lamp so she could watch him properly. He looked peaceful and more handsome than she’d ever seen him. His hair was very messy, and his lips were parted slightly. His chest rose and fell in time with his slow, steady breathing. He was beautiful, Gabrielle thought.
Gabrielle hesitated for a second, then crawled onto the bed, careful not to shake it too much. It wasn’t an act of seduction in any way. She just wanted to be near him. She lay down next to him, propped herself up on one elbow, and studied his face. She wanted to memorize every detail for later. The urge to touch him was overwhelming. She reached out and traced a finger along his jawline. Harry shifted a little but didn’t wake.
She thought about waiting for him to get up on his own, but her body was not interested in waiting. Her pussy was throbbing steadily now. She felt a wicked thrill at the idea of waking him up and demanding his attention. She lowered her trembling hand. She wondered if he would be annoyed to be woken up like this, or if he would just pull her closer and take her right then and there.
“Wake up, ‘Arry,” she whispered, and her French accent thickened in her excitement. She shook his shoulder very gently, then a bit harder when he didn’t immediately wake. He remained stubbornly asleep, so she leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose. “Wake up, ‘Arry!” she said, louder and much more impatient this time.
Harry stirred, his brow scrunched, and he rolled onto his back. He blinked the sleepiness from his eyes and looked up at her, confused and still very tired. “What time is it?” he asked in a voice rough with tiredness.
Gabrielle ignored the question and leaned forward so her hair cascaded over his face. She smiled when she heard him breathe in her scent. “I want to make love,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, but her eyes were huge and pleading. “Please?”
Harry groaned and covered his eyes with one hand. “You’re insatiable,” he muttered, but his lips twitched upward in a half-smile. He peeked at her through his fingers, and she saw a glimmer of warmth in his sleepy expression. “I thought you wanted to rest.”
Gabby pouted and shook her head. “I tried. My body does not want to rest. It wants you.” She slid her hand down the length of his chest and stopped just above his cock, which was already stirring under the covers. “You promised,” she said, using her most innocent voice.
Harry stared at her for a moment, then burst out laughing. He pulled her down so she landed on top of him, her breasts squished against his chest. “You’re too much … you know that?” he told her, but there was no annoyance in his voice. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed gently.
Gabrielle giggled and wriggled in his grip. She licked his earlobe, just to see if it would make him shiver, and was delighted when it did. She pressed her thighs around his waist and ground herself against him, letting her wetness soak into the sheets. She kissed him softly and sweetly, but it quickly turned into a fierce makeout session.
Harry kissed her back, then pulled away just enough to look her in the eye. “Give me a minute to clean up, okay?” he said, and he rolled her off his chest and set her down on the sheets, then climbed out of bed. Gabrielle squealed in delight and watched him as he padded toward the bathroom, his bare ass on display. Gabby couldn’t take her ass off his muscled ass or his huge, dangling sack.
She flopped onto her back and rubbed her thighs together. She watched the sliver of light beneath the bathroom door and counted the seconds until he would return.
Gabrielle listened intently through the closed door, and each second fanned the heat between her thighs. The soft rush of running water, the faint clink of his toothbrush against the ceramic sink, and even the muffled clearing of his throat all reminded her of his nearness, and it made her heartbeat quicken. The anticipation was making her squirm. She pressed her fingers to her throbbing clit and circled it lightly as she waited for him to come back.
The door swung open, and Harry emerged, wiping his face on a hand towel. Gabby’s breath caught as her eyes tracked down his body. His cock was enormous. It was thick, flushed, and swinging with each confident step. The sight made her heart lurch and her hand slip between her legs almost involuntarily. Gabby’s mouth watered. Her lips parted in a gasp, and she could feel her clit throbbing with need.
She shifted on the mattress, bent her knees, planted her feet on the soft sheets, and spread her legs wide. She wanted him to see exactly how much she needed him. The way her taut lips parted made her cheeks burn with pride rather than shame. Her pussy was a perfect pink slit, obscenely tight and glistening. The tight slit was hidden between two plump, hairless lips. Her swollen and engorged clit stood out against her otherwise smooth skin. Harry’s eyes lingered there, and Gabby felt a rush of satisfaction at how intently he stared at it. She rolled her hips slightly, trying to make her pussy look even more desirable.
Harry tossed the hand towel aside and grinned at her, letting his cock bounce and sway as he climbed onto the bed. He took his time settling himself. He knelt between her legs and braced his hands on the mattress near her hips. His arms boxed her in, making her feel safe, but also completely at his mercy. “You’re already soaked,” he said, staring directly at her exposed pussy. “I guess you don’t need much foreplay.”
Gabby shook her head, bit her lip, and reached down to spread her lips apart for him. “I want you to see,” she whispered. She was a little embarrassed by her own boldness, but the hungry look in Harry’s eyes emboldened her. She ran her finger up and down her slit, then flicked it across her clit, making herself shudder. “I want you to taste me.”
Harry lowered himself until his face was right above her pussy, and Gabby’s breath came in shallow pants. She could feel his hot breath fan across her most sensitive skin. Instead of going straight for her clit, he kissed her inner thigh, then he kissed the other. His lips were so soft they tickled. He trailed kisses closer and closer until finally, he licked her from asshole to clit, slow and unhurried. Gabby cried out at the contact and grabbed the sheets with both hands.
He teased her for what felt like hours, alternating between light flicks of his tongue and deep, hungry sucks. He wrapped his arms under her thighs and lifted her pussy to his mouth, eating her with a focus that made Gabby’s toes curl. Each time he flattened his tongue against her clit, her vision went white for a second. She bucked her hips, but Harry held her firmly, pinning her in place while he ravished her.
She was already close when he finally pulled away, smirking up at her with his lips glistening. “You taste even better than I remembered,” he said. His voice was raw with lust. Gabby felt her cheeks burn, but she didn’t have time to respond before he crawled up her body and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his tongue and found it strangely intoxicating.
Gabrielle wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him tight to her chest. Their bodies pressed together, and the heat made her head spin. Harry’s cock throbbed as it pressed tight against her belly. Gabby arched her back, desperate to get even closer. She rocked her hips and tried to angle her pussy so the head of his cock would catch on her entrance, but Harry just grinned at her attempts.
“Be patient,” he teased, and nipped her earlobe. Gabby whimpered in protest and tried again to rub herself against his length. Harry laughed, then finally relented. He lined up his cock and slid just the head inside her. Gabby gasped at the sudden fullness, and her pussy clenched around him instinctively. He didn’t move at first. Harry stayed still and let her adjust to the intrusion. The sensation of being stretched was so overwhelming she almost came on the spot. She dug her nails into his back, begging wordlessly for more.
But Harry had other plans. He pulled out, then thrust back in slowly, only giving her a little each time. He wanted to drag out every second of her pleasure. Gabby bucked and writhed, but Harry stayed in complete control, driving her insane with need. She could feel herself dripping down her thighs and soaking the sheets beneath them. Every time his cock stretched her a little more, a jolt of pleasure shot through her entire body.
Harry moved torturously slowly until Gabby thought she would lose her mind. She begged and pleaded in her sexy French accent, but Harry only smirked and kissed her harder. He set a pace that was impossible to fight, and soon Gabby’s thighs were trembling and her vision blurred at the edges. She felt the orgasm building, and her lower belly coiled tighter and tighter until it finally exploded.
She screamed his name, and her pussy spasmed around his cock. She clamped down hard, and it was tighter than anything he had ever felt. Harry groaned loudly, but he was just able to keep himself from cumming. He pulled his cock from her with a wet slurp, leaving Gabby trembling and bucking as she fought through her orgasm. Harry wasn’t done with her yet, though.
Harry gripped Gabrielle by the waist and twisted her onto her stomach. Her hair spilled over the pillow as she moaned into the sheets. He planted both hands on her hips and pulled her ass into the air. Gabby let out a breathless gasp as she felt herself exposed and open, but she spread her knees wider without being told. The cool air licked at her flushed pussy, and she shivered in anticipation as she felt his cock pressing against her slick entrance. With a single, steady push, Harry drove his cock into her, and it made an obscene, wet suction sound.
Gabrielle clamped her hands over her mouth to muffle a moan, but it came out anyway. She braced herself as Harry pulled back, and his cock dragged against her silky walls with a lewd slurp. He then slammed back into her. Every thrust sent a bolt of pleasure up her spine, and the slap of his hips against her ass seemed impossibly loud. Her pussy clenched around him, still spasming from her last orgasm, and the friction made her walls flutter as though they were begging for more.
The smell of sex filled the room, driving Harry deeper into desire. The sheets under Gabby’s knees were soaked through, and Harry grinned as he watched the juices glisten on his cock every time he pulled out. He reached a hand under her, cupped her mound, and spread two fingers on either side of her clit as he fucked her. Gabby jerked when he touched her there. Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably, and she let out a helpless little whine.
“I love how hot and wet you are. It feels incredible,” Harry groaned in a shaky voice. He rubbed her clit slowly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Gabby’s hips bucked back hard every time his fingers brushed over her clit, fucking herself on his cock.
She tried to keep her composure, but it was impossible. Each thrust of his cock made her pleasure spike higher until she could only mewl into the mattress. She was coming apart. Her pussy made the loudest, sloppiest noises, and Gabby swore she could feel every contour and vein of Harry’s cock as it stretched her open.
He bent over her and pressed his chest to her back, and he nipped at the sensitive skin of her shoulder. That did it. Gabby’s vision went white. Her orgasm smashed through her, and it was even stronger than the first. She screamed into the sheets, and her pussy clenched down so hard she could feel Harry’s cock throb in response. Her whole body trembled as he kept fucking her through it, never losing pace.
Harry didn’t slow down. If anything, he went faster, chasing his own pleasure now. He gently gripped Gabby by the chin and tilted her head to the side so he could watch her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wild and glazed with lust. She looked like a mess and a goddess all at once. She was panting and begging for more.
“You can’t get enough, can you?” he asked and then groaned when her pussy fluttered hard.
Gabrielle tried to answer, but all that came out was a broken moan. Her hands scrambled for something to hold onto, and she found the headboard. She gripped it for dear life as Harry hammered into her. His heavy balls slapped against her clit every time he thrust forward. The squelching noises between her legs got even louder, until it almost drowned out his grunts.
She felt something building again, but it was a different kind of tension this time. It started as a tickle. Then it bloomed into a pressure deep in her belly, like she was about to explode. Harry must have felt it too, because he slowed just enough to reach down and spread her ass cheeks wide apart, exposing every inch of her dripping, pulsating pussy and her tight, puckering asshole. He rubbed his fingers through the white cream building up around the rim of her stuffed pussy, and Gabby’s hips jerked.
“I want to see you squirt,” Harry said through a moan. “Can you do that for me?”
Gabby nodded frantically, and her whole body felt on fire. “Oui, yes, please … please … just keep fucking me …” Her words were lost as he slammed back inside her, then pressed a slick finger against her asshole while pounding her pussy with ruthless precision.
The wet shlick of his cock was joined by a loud, whorish moan as Gabby’s back arched. Gabby felt the pressure peak, and then with a loud, involuntary scream, she came so hard that clear liquid gushed out of her pussy, spraying Harry’s cock and drenching his balls. The release was so intense she nearly blacked out. Her body collapsed onto the mattress, and she cried out with relief and pleasure as Harry fucked her through it.
“Holy shit,” he said as he watched her squirt. He lowered himself and kissed her between the shoulder blades, and he slowed his thrusts so she could recover. However, she was still shaking and leaking all over the bed. Her orgasm refused to stop.
Gabby’s ass was red from the force of his hands, and her thighs twitched every time he bottomed out inside her. She was a quivering mess, and she loved it. She wanted to stay like this forever. She wanted to remain pinned under Harry while he claimed and conquered her body.
He was getting close now. Gabby could tell by the way his rhythm faltered. He wrapped both arms around her waist and held her tight. He then drove his cock deep inside with a loud, deep groan. Hot, thick cum flooded her pussy, and Gabby could feel each pulse as his cock twitched and jerked in her. The pressure, heat, and fullness all made her shudder with a final, exhausted climax as Harry’s cum mixed with her own.
Harry stayed buried inside her while she rolled onto her side. Harry finally pulled out and flopped onto his back beside her. His chest rose and fell with exhaustion. Gabrielle cuddled up into his side, closed her eyes, and smiled happily. She was too wrung out to speak at first. Then she managed a soft laugh. “I cannot feel my legs,” she said, and the accent made it sound even more dramatic than it was.
Harry laughed, wiped a hand across his forehead, and pulled her tighter against him. “That’s a good thing, right?” he asked, kissing her hair.
“Mmm. Yes,” Gabby murmured, nuzzling into his chest. “Very good.”
They lay together, and the smell of sex was thick in the air. Neither wanted to move, but Harry used the last of his energy to grab a clean pillow and slide it under Gabby’s head before turning out the light. She snuggled deeper into his arms while her body was still shaking from her orgasm. She pressed her face into his neck, breathed in his manly scent, and kissed him.
“I like waking you up,” Gabby said in a very tired voice. She then yawned cutely.
Harry stroked her hair and closed his eyes. “I noticed.”
Harry and Gabby both let out matching yawns, and by the time Harry pulled the covers over them, Gabby was already fast asleep. Harry shook his head, chuckled, and closed his eyes, ready to get some much-needed rest.