Gabriel's Obsession

Intimate Moments

Amelia's POV

Mature content ahead:

Leaving the bathroom, my gaze remained fixated on the engagement ring adorning my finger. Lost in its glimmering beauty, I didn't notice the person in front of me until I bumped into them. I looked up, and a smile spread across my face as I realized it was Gabriel. The transformation in him had been remarkable; his newfound kindness was endearing. A sudden urge to hug him overwhelmed me, and I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head against his chest. Rising up on my toes, I could just barely reach his chest; he was so tall.

"You know what?" I asked, feeling a sense of comfort and contentment in his embrace.

"What, babygirl?" he responded, his fingers tracing soothing circles on my back as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

"I'm really starting to like this side of you. In the beginning, I couldn't stand you, but now I'm genuinely growing fond of you. It's as if the 'monster' Gabriel has transformed into a 'fallen angel'," I admitted with sincerity, my giggles blending with my words.

His lips began to pepper my neck with light kisses, each touch sending tingles down my spine, making me giggle even more. "So my babygirl is ticklish?" he teased, continuing to place deeper kisses on my neck, which soon turned into playful nibbles that left their mark. His lips then found a sensitive spot, causing an unexpected moan to escape from my lips.

"I found it," he declared with a smirk, his lips zeroing in on my sensitive spot. The sensations he ignited sent tremors through me, and my breathing turned erratic. Each touch was an unfamiliar rush of pleasure, awakening sensations I had never experienced before. His lips traveled from my neck to mine, and our mouths fused in a passionate kiss. In the heat of the moment, he unexpectedly lifted me, catching me off guard. A gasp escaped my lips as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth. Lost in the whirlwind of the kiss, I was only vaguely aware of him gently placing me onto the bed, his figure now hovering over mine.

But then, the memory of the past came flooding back—memories of his forceful advances, his lack of consideration for my consent. Panic gripped me, and I broke the kiss abruptly. My breathing was ragged as I tried to find my voice. "What happened, angel?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes. "I promise I won't hurt you. I'll be gentle. Okay?" he assured me, awaiting my response. I managed a hesitant nod, my anxiety still clouding my thoughts.

Slowly, he removed my shirt, leaving me in just my panties. His lips traced a path from my collarbone down to my belly, each touch sending shivers down my spine. A mix of pleasure and apprehension surged through me as he kissed my breasts and gently nipped at one, causing me to flinch. I saw a flash of remorse in his eyes, and he muttered an apology. His lips then moved lower, reaching the hem of my panties. With a deliberate slowness, he removed them and discarded them carelessly.

"Babygirl, you're so wet for me," he whispered seductively, his words making me blush furiously. He continued his exploration, his lips tracing a tantalizing path toward my most intimate area. My inhibitions were swept away in a wave of pleasure as he began to use his tongue to arouse me, eliciting a chorus of moans from me. The sensation was overwhelming, an intricate dance of pleasure that I had never known before.

A sensation of pressure built in my lower abdomen, and I found myself unable to restrain it any longer. With an overwhelming release, I couldn't help but succumb to my body's response. "You just came, babygirl. That was your first orgasm," he whispered, his words making my cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson. He then proceeded to shed his own clothes, revealing his naked form in all its glory. His nakedness accentuated his masculinity, and I couldn't help but notice his evident arousal.

Hovering above me once more, his lips met mine in a passionate kiss that conveyed his desire. His gaze locked onto mine, seeking silent approval for what was to come. Responding with a subtle nod, I granted him permission to continue. With a measured thrust, he entered me, a guttural grunt escaping his lips. He began with slow, deliberate movements, allowing my body to gradually adjust. Initially, a hint of discomfort rippled through me, but it was soon replaced by a mounting sense of pleasure.

Uncontrollable moans escaped my lips as he picked up the pace in response to my plea. "Faster, Gabriel," I moaned, my voice laced with a mixture of desire and urgency. He complied, increasing the intensity and speed of his thrusts, his own grunts blending with the symphony of our passion. "Are you feeling good, angel?" he breathed, his seductive voice sending shivers down my spine. My breath hitched in my throat as pleasure consumed my senses, rendering me momentarily speechless. With a nod, I conveyed my affirmation, my words lost amid the chorus of sensations.

With a graceful movement, he repositioned me, and I found myself on all fours. From this new angle, he began to thrust with a rhythm that ignited waves of pleasure within me. Involuntary moans escaped my lips, a testament to the growing ecstasy I was experiencing. "Yes, just like that... please," I moaned, the words a fervent plea for more.

"Tell me, babygirl," he grunted, his voice heavy with desire.

 "Harder, please... and faster," I managed to articulate amidst my moans of pleasure. In response, he deftly shifted us back to our initial position, resuming his forceful thrusts. Simultaneously, his lips found their way to my breasts, showering them with kisses and gentle caresses. As he molded them with his touch, I felt the mounting pressure I had experienced before, intensifying with every movement.

"Gabriel, I think... I'm... I'm going to cum," I gasped out amid fervent moans. 

"Wait for me, and we'll reach that point together," he whispered, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. 

I responded eagerly, our mouths meeting in a heated exchange. "Please, I can't hold back any longer. Please, let me cum," I moaned, the intensity of the sensation building rapidly within me.

 He kissed me again, his voice gentle but commanding, "Alright, you can let go, babygirl."

As if in perfect synchronization, I released the pressure that had been building, just as I sensed him releasing his essence within me, his primal grunt echoing in the air. "Oh, babygirl, I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with both adoration and satisfaction. 

Collapsing onto me, he held me close as we both caught our breath, our labored breathing filling the space between us. The weight of exhaustion settled in, and before long, the embrace of sleep overtook us.

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