The Wrong Sister

Take me there

Warmth and feather light touches woke me from a deep rest. 

I lay trying to get my bearings. Gabriel lay facing me. His fingers traced my neck where he bit me. A look of awe, that seemed so out of place on a man like him, had made it's home on his face. The expression of a kitten with a new toy it didn't quite understand on the body of a Greek god.

I snorted. 

Gabriel jumped his face flipping to a startlingly good impression of Bambi.

"What were you doing?" I asked laughing, "Not that I wasn't enjoying it." 

He lifted himself over me. The sun made shadows that accentuated his already bulging muscles. 

"I just love how my teeth marks look on your skin." Any sign of a soft creature had disappeared. Now he was all predator. 

"Oh yeah?" I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him into me, "Wanna make more?" 

His brow quirked, "Well, you've certainly gotten brave." 

"Yeah, well," I pushed myself up onto my elbows so my lips were just barely not touching his, "You're not so scary." 

"Oh yeah?" He breathed. 

"You're just too cute." I whispered back. 

"Cute?" 

"Mhmm, cute." I leaned closer.

Suddenly Gabriel pulled my arms down. I dropped onto my back and my hands went up above my head with one of his. 

His face a breath from mine he whispered, "We'll see."

Sharp pain with a deep throbbing warmth radiated from my neck. Gabriel was biting the mark he had already made. 

My squeal turned into a breathy gasp. 

"Still cute?" Gabriel asked in between nibbles. 

"Yip" I said trying to control my breathing. 

Gabriel's hand wrapped around my calf and slid upwards. The slow stroke made me feel like he enjoyed just touching me.  My flesh moved as his fingers pressed into it. New patterns made of me, by him. I groaned at the feeling of warmth swelling inside me. 

Up and up his hand went, gliding between my knees and higher. Treating it as a massage he squeezed and pressed my thigh. I squeaked objecting to the tension building between my thighs. 

"What was the word you used again?"

I moaned, "Cute."

"Mmmm" his low voice rumbled. 

I squealed as his fingers slipped inside me. 

Gabriel hooked his fingers until they just barely grazed my g spot. Gently his fingers worked. Winding me up so slowly it hurt. 

I cried out, the heat bringing my body close to melting point. 

He smiled a me as if this wasn't torture. As if I didn't need him to hammer the place he was just barely kissing. 

"Gabriel please." 

In my delirious state Gabriel's face was suddenly in line with his hand. 

"How would you describe me?" He growled and I could feel his hot breath.

I grit my teeth, "Adorable-" I interrupted myself with a loud throaty moan. 

His tongue played with my clit while his fingers moved at their torturous pace. Realizing my hands were now free I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pushed his face into me harder.