“Oh Gabrielle,” he groaned. “That's it, baby. Just like that. Oh yes! Oh fuck! You feel so good.” I felt myself rapidly climbing upward toward an amazing orgasm. “Come on, baby,” he urged. “Give it to me.” I finally arrived at the summit, celebrated madly, and promptly fell over the edge of the cliff before I could even plant a flag. My body shook and he, along with everyone else within a mile radius, got to hear me scream his name again one last time. Wow, he even knew when I was going to come. Such a smart guy. I collapsed against him, shaking and bathed in sweat and he hugged me tightly and stroked my hair. Such a sweet guy too. I wanted to nominate him for something. Take that Vinnie Virillo. That’s how a real man does it.

When I was able to stop gasping for air and some oxygen returned to my brain, I became aware of the fact that he was still very hard and still buried deep inside me. It would be impolite to just leave him like that. Besides, I was never one to waste. There were people going to bed horny all over the world that night.

“So what do you want to do now, Harvard?” I asked shakily. He smiled at me with a dazed look and kissed me lustily. Then he smacked me playfully on the ass.

“Get up, saucy wench and grab onto the headboard.” My stomach did a flip flop. That kind of sexy should come with a warning label. I got up and facing the wall, grabbed onto the headboard as instructed. He knelt behind me and pulled my h*ps back further so I was leaning over a little more. Then he nudged my knees further apart and with one hand cupping my breast and one hand stroking my cl*the leaned over me and began kissing my neck as he positioned himself at my entrance again. When he pushed into me, I moaned and pushed back against him. He began rolling his h*ps and built up into a steady rhythm, and after some indeterminate amount of time, (What do you think, I was checking my watch?), I felt myself about to come again. He was still multitasking impressively, rolling and fondling and stroking and kissing, when he whispered in my ear.

“Oh baby. Your pu**y feels so f**king good. I almost can’t take it.”

And that was the moment when I discovered that having Braden Pierce talk dirty to me during sex was enough to drive me out of my freaking mind. I completely lost control again as my muscles clenched and I trembled and moaned. When the last wave of sensation had passed he urged me down on to my back and he crawled on top of me, bracing himself above me with his arms. He leaned down and kissed me deeply and then he eased into me again. I groaned and he started moving, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I just wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for the ride. I watched him above me with fascination; his eyes were dark, his pupils dilated, skin flushed, hair damp, a sheen of sweat covering him. He was breathtaking.

“Gabrielle!” he bit out in a hoarse voice and suddenly he groaned and went still, I felt him shudder and then he collapsed on me. I took his weight for a few seconds but he quickly rolled onto his back and pulled me onto his chest. I heard his heart hammering beneath me as his breathing gradually slowed down. “So good,” he said, sounding stunned.

“Well, you were right. It fit.” I panted. I decided that I really liked my inner hussy.

“So good,” he said again. “No words.” Our breathing gradually began to return to normal.

“Wow, we've been ha**g s*x for almost an hour,” I said, finally glancing at my watch. I was still wearing my watch? Jesus, I really was a lawyer.

“That means we still have two more hours before my parents get home.”

“What are you, seventeen?”

“I can go again after I recover. Believe me, it won’t be a problem. Gabrielle, I have never experienced anything in my entire life that has felt that good.”

“Me neither. Braden, that was incredible. It’s never ever been like that before.”

We cuddled up with each other, nuzzled and petted, and gave each other sweet little kisses everywhere. Then our cuddling turned to fondling and soon Braden was very skillfully employing his oral skills again as I informed him loudly over and over that his tongue was the Eighth Wonder of the World. I finished that way that time but like the Energizer Bunny Braden just kept going, burying his face gleefully between my br**sts and licking, biting and sucking at will.

Faster than you could say, “Harvard takes Yale” we were going at it full throttle again. This time around we didn’t confine ourselves to bed. We explored the floor, an armchair and ultimately his desk. After all, it had worked well in the interview room. It worked even better with me lying back and him leaning over me which placed him at an incredibly intense angle and created wonderful friction right where I needed it. We definitely had a winner, folks. I was becoming very fond of desks in general, and I’ll tell you, that desk was one quality piece of craftsmanship. The wall it was slamming into, however, may have sustained some damage.

My voice was a bit hoarse from all the screaming I had done earlier, but the desk sex was just so inspiring that I managed to loudly express myself vocally one last time. If I’m not mistaken, I believe that I begged Braden not to stop, told him that I loved how big he was and I had never felt so full, let him know I had never been with anyone who had ever f**ked me so well, and then made it abundantly clear that I was coming. Now, I may not have all of that exactly right. I was, after all, a bit distracted. Of course, there was someone else who could verify the accuracy of my recollection if necessary. (As I found out later.)

We were collapsed in an exhausted heap, panting back in bed and close to passing out when we heard Claire and Tyler arrive and call out that they were home. Braden kissed me and smiled.

“Need to “rest” for real now,” he said sounding like he was half asleep already.

“Night,” I replied and although I'm not sure, obviously, I think I was unconscious before I got to the last “t.”

CHAPTER TEN

I woke up the next morning with a feeling of contentment I hadn't experienced in… Well, okay, ever. Contentment has never really been my middle name. My middle name was actually Sara but it should have been angst.

I moved to stretch and my arm smacked into something warm and hard. I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful blonde guy staring down at me. A second later it sunk into my sleep-addled brain, the beautiful blonde guy was mine. It wasn't a dream. Thank God.

“How long have you been awake?” I asked.

“Not long.”

“And what are you doing?”

“Watching you sleep, and thinking.”

“Thinking about what?'

“How I've never wanted to just watch a woman sleep before.”

“Well, I am very good at it. I've been doing it my whole life.” He smiled and tickled my ribs, which of course made me squeal and rub against all of his warmness and hardness. And trust me, there was plenty of hardness. Hmm. We would need to make sure we didn’t waste that either.

“In the past I would just be at home alone thinking 'wow, I got laid really well last night’,” he continued. “But with you, I'm thinking, 'She's so beautiful. I want to wake up with her every morning. And wow, I got laid really well last night’.”

“I like sleeping with you too. You’re very warm and cuddly.” I snuggled up closer to him. “And I’ve got to tell you again, that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. Let’s have lots and lots of sex. In fact, let’s have as much sex as possible.”

“That works for me. I’m going to need to be hittin’ that on a regular basis. I’m not kidding you, Gabrielle, that was the best sex I’ve ever had too, and frankly, I’ve had a whole lot of sex.” He smiled. “I can't believe that I found someone who I’m so compatible with.”

“We are pretty compatible aren’t we? And not just in bed either.”

“No! On the floor and in the chair and especially on the desk.” I sat up and gave him a slightly indignant look and he started laughing. He loved teasing me so much. He started tracing a finger along my abdomen and my nerve endings lit up like a cell phone grid of Manhattan. Then he was cupping my breast and making those delicious little circles around my nipple with his thumb again.

“You may have to carry me downstairs,” I panted as he started nibbling at my neck.

“That's okay. It will give Drew great joy to be able to make rude comments,” he said, climbing over me and leaning down to kiss me slowly and thoroughly. I ran my hands along his back. His body felt so good that I wanted to keep touching him forever. Except that probably wouldn't go over too well in court. He sat back, grabbed my ankles and rested them on his shoulders, leaning over and sliding into me deeply. “Oh yeah, baby! I remember this place,” he sighed and groaned. “I'm not hurting you am I?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“No, it's wonderful,” I gasped. “I must have a big va**na or something.”

“Not big.” He laughed. “Just accommodating. You’re really tight. Ah, fuck! Really tight. I love it when you do that.”

“Lots of walking – good muscle tone.”

He adjusted his angle and unbelievably it felt even deeper. “Tell me if it's too much like this.”

“Not too much. Fits fine,” I bit out. “You like au natural?” I moaned.

“You must be kidding. The other way is great. But compared to this… like taking a shower in socks.” His breath was coming in short rasps and a sheen of sweat had formed on his skin.

“I like that I’m the first.” I lifted my h*ps up to meet him as he slid in and out of me, and grabbed on to his beautiful tight ass.

“Me too. And it’s very primal. Like claiming your mate. Marking your territory. Male thing you know?” He had that wonderfully dazed look on his face.

“Mm, I like being claimed. Oh yeah, that’s so deep. It feels so good.”

“Can’t talk much more. No blood left in brain.”

From that point on I just enjoyed watching him watching our bodies join as he thrust into me slowly and deeply, pulling back so far that he almost pulled out and then pushing back in until I had taken every inch of him. He seemed fascinated, almost hypnotized by it and I loved seeing him experience so much pleasure. It still blew my mind that it was my body bringing it to him. Then finally he reached down between us and started stroking my clit, and all the blood left my brain too.

I felt a deep intense orgasm building and I just relaxed and let it happen. An incredibly powerful sensation washed over me and my inner muscles clamped down in the most deliciously gut-wrenching way. Braden started to move faster and faster, pounding into me in such a good way, and within a couple of minutes I felt him go still and then shudder, his breathing audible and ragged.

“Oh, Gabrielle!” He groaned. “I come so hard with you.”

We rested in each other's arms for a while, cuddling and canoodling lazily, and then he suggested we go grab a shower. While in the shower he grabbed me again. While I was able to walk downstairs under my own power, we didn't make it there for another hour. Believe me, there’s nothing like starting out your day with a highly motivated, very physically fit guy in his mid-twenties.

* * *

We got downstairs just before noon and while we had clearly missed breakfast, at least we had a good shot at lunch. Thank God. I was famished. Braden really knew how to work up an appetite. One thing that seemed different this morning, in addition to a very good ache between my legs, was that he seemed to want to be in physical contact with me at all times.

He was continuously touching, holding, stroking and caressing me. We sat for a while with his parents in the parlor while they relayed the plot of the legal thriller they had seen the night before and quizzed us on how realistic it was. All the while Braden held me close to him and played with my hair. Then we wandered into the family room where Beth and Drew were hanging out and listening to music.

“Hey big guy,” Drew said, and something in his voice made Braden’s gaze fly to him. I really should have picked up on that, in retrospect.

Beth told us funny stories about their evening out while Braden held my hand, rubbed my leg, massaged my shoulders and so on. Personally, I loved it. He could touch me as much as he wanted. Finally, Drew said something, though, of course.

“What is it you believe will happen if you actually stop touching Gabrielle for a minute, Braden?” He was watching Braden’s fingers as they stroked the inside of my knee and he almost looked a little flushed.

“I like touching her. Mind your own business.”

“Oh I know that you like touching her, Braden.” He and Braden shared a look that seemed to convey some kind of silent communication. Inner-Gabrielle decided that willful ignorance was sometimes the best choice. “From the way you’re looking at her, I assume that you'll be ready for a “nap” soon,” he said. Drew loved those little finger air quotes. Beth was looking both amused and highly embarrassed as she got up and told us she was going to check on lunch.

“I'll need some food first. “Napping” requires energy,” Braden said quietly, making little finger air quotes of his own.

“You’re definitely a big eater. In fact you’re a wonder. Some of us managed to get out of bed long enough to eat breakfast,” Drew went on undeterred.

“And some of us were “otherwise occupied.”

“You must be hungry too, Gabrielle. Even if you were completely full last night I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite by now,” Drew said, smiling in a flirty way and giving me a look that suddenly almost erased the four year age difference between him and Braden. Wow, they could have been twins. Hey wait, I knew that look… Inner-Gabrielle decided that denial was also a very convenient tool. The look that Braden was giving his brother seemed to hover between panicked and homicidal.