One shots

The Author - Part 7

Quirking one of her brows, she gazed down at him.

"So you were taking me with you, because you needed your 'assistant'? For what exactly, Gabriel?"

He chuckled as he pulled her close by her waist and hummed:

"Though I already told you, I have been dreaming about a moment like this one for quite some time now, having a couple of condoms in 'my size' in my luggage, was something I have been doing since I was a teenager. It's simply a habit, my father told me to keep up, because you never know, how drunk you end up in your hotel room, possibly with some random woman, trying to get some money out of you by....well, you know. So, I got a package in every suitcase, I own. Why did you bring any?", he then mused, making her blush in an instant.

"To your information, they were already in the nightstand, when I put my things inside, so.... The owners told me, that many young couples come here, as it's nice, clean and not expensive. I saw them, when I opened the drawer and figured, that's part of their service for those couples!", she quickly explained, then tried to pull back to go to his luggage, but he held her in place and cupped her cheek, to entangle her in another savage kiss before letting go of her.

She slipped out of the bed and hurried to his black suitcase, opened said zipper and pulled out a crumbled package, the faded colours and script barely readable.

"When did you put them into this pocket, Gabriel?", she asked sternly and showed it to him.

"Well, when I bought it, I guess, why? It's just the box!"

The assistant groaned and held her temple, as if she was having a headache. Then she pulled out one of the silver wrapped, flat rings and tossed it onto his chest.

"Have a look at it!", she sneered and he did, without being able to figure out, what she meant.

"I have no idea, what you're talking about, Nath. Just come back here and tell me! Or better", he wiggled his eyebrows, "show me!"

Grunting she climbed back onto the mattress beside him, ripping it out of his hands and turning it, until she found what she was looking for.

"Here, see? Expiration date! You've had this suitcase as long as I remember. Those are almost as old as your son, Gabriel!"

Finally he understood.

"Fuck!", he hissed, yet wasn't willing to stop right here. "Just come here, Nathalie. Right now, we don't need to worry about those, because, all that talking somehow had some affect on..."

He gazed down at his now only lightly swollen member and sighed. Nathalie followed his gaze with reddened cheeks, then scooted closer to him, whispering into his ear:

"I'm sorry, Gabriel. But as you should have known, I am not the type of women, who would take any chances. So uhm, how about trying the sleeping thing again?"

Gabriel shook his head though. Moving his hand from her face to her jaw and her neck, then along her shoulder and the back of her arm, he soon cupped her breast with it, his thumb ever so slightly brushing over her areola. The still aroused woman whimpered from the touch and unconsciously leaned into his palm.

"Do you trust me, Nathalie?", he asked hoarsely and she nodded. Reluctantly.

"W-Why?", she wondered.

"Just come here, please", Gabriel demanded and tugged her leg over his torso, making her eventually straddle him anyway.

"Gabriel, I...", she began, to be pulled down into a kiss, while he held her to his chest with both arms.

"Maybe your trust does go far enough, to not think, I would take advantage of the position your in? I simply want to make at least you feel good, love, yeah?"

He moved his hands further down, pulling her tighter against his crotch by grabbing her buttocks, to then slip one hand in between them to focus on that little nub right underneath the small butterfly.

She shuddered, when she felt the very first, faint touch. Gabriel had to take a deep breath to that, as he hadn't done this on purpose, yet. He had been trying to dip his fingers into her fluids, before trying anything, just for the comfort.

But seeing her, taking short, quickened breaths after that, he out of instinct pushed upwards with his hips, to then hear her moan softly.

Having moved his fingers along her slit by now and covered them with her arousal, he began to rub over her little nerve bundle, to feel her tense immediately, her whole body pressing down onto him.

Short time later, her moans were getting louder and she began to grind on him, one hand on his chest to hold her upright, the other now snaking to her back and taking a grasp of his once again hardened penis, firmly stroking up and down, until he too let out his sounds of pleasure.

"Oh God, yes!", she cried out, when she felt him urge his crotch against her intimates and adjusted her position, to rub his throbbing erection along her slit.

"Shit Nath. This feels so good. You're so wet! I just want to, oh God, woman, if you go on like this, I will disappoint your trust! So please......... oh holy shit!"

Before he had been able to finish his speech, she had taken his length into her very core, had thrusted down on him completely and was now delicately grinding on him, while she pushed herself up and down.

Her moaning soon changed and turned into cries of pleasure, when her movements all of a sudden became sloppy and he could feel her body tense and unconsciously twitch, while she had narrowed her legs around his hips to keep the friction up in the right places.

"Oh fuck Gabriel, I'm....oh yes, don't stop now, please, just keep your fingers right there.....oh God, that's it....I....."

And then she wasn't able to speak any longer, as she leaned forward to press her face into his chest, while her hips were still rocking against him, her muffled cries eventually fading and turning into heavy gasps for air still accompanied by her desperate whimpers.

He felt himself getting very close and he knew, he needed to tell her quickly.

"Nathalie!", he moaned, "I.....I am about to....I don't think I can hold back.....just, you have to.....!"

With a lot of effort he managed to lift her off of him, yet he could feel his member twitch and start to spill his fluids, before he could pull out completely.

Feeling the bliss of his orgasm wash him over, he though did pull out, yet kept sliding his pulsating and twitching staff through her folds, making her gasp, when he rubbed along her clit.

She cried out again, as he did his very last thrusts, then collapsed onto his chest, both now panting heavily.

"I'm so sorry!", Gabriel whispered, "I should have reacted faster."

But Nathalie was too exhausted and satisfied right now to even care.

"It was my own fault", she hummed. "I shouldn't have....", she took a deep breath, "there are still other ways to prevent certain things!"