Chapter 38

I moved in closer, so close that her entire back was in contact with my front. Then resting my chin on her shoulder wrapped an arm around her and pulled her impossibly closer. She gasped at the sudden and unexpected move but didn't move away. 

" One sip is barely a drink. If you go through life being scared of trying anything new then you'll live one sadly dull life sweetheart. "

Meeting someone who had never sipped any alcoholic beverage was as rare as me running out of ideas on what I wanted to do to her.

But it was Layla, so I easily believed that she had never. Sometimes her level of pureness scared me. She was too clean a soul. 

She glanced at the drink and almost reached out for it before shaking her head and letting it be.

Sometime during the evening I had almost forgotten how crazy with lust she made me. During that instance when we had simply been talking. But now that I had her this close the hunger came back like a bolt of lightning. Or a flash of electricity coursing through me. I watched her chest rise and fall with heavy intakes of air. 

I reached for the glass and held it in my hand before turning her to face me. 

" You want to know what it tastes like, don't you?" 

She hesitated but finally nodded. Almost reluctantly.

" Then I'll taste it for you. " 

She frowned as I emptied down the glass and placed it back down behind her. Then I held her chin and angled her to look up at me. I was certain she was the only one in the gathering that had been simple enough to wear flats. Yet another thing I loved about her.

" Do you still want to know it's flavor? "

She nodded once, clearly aware of what I was planning on doing. And she didn't try to push me away so I took that as an invitation to lean down and kiss her. The kiss started off as soft and sweet. Her lips so gentle I even feared adding more force to it. But then she surprised me yet again, with a hand on my nape she urged me on. Sucking on my lips with wanton need, and doing the same with my tongue when I slipped it into her mouth. It was like she was desperately searching for the taste of the champagne, and when she found it she used her entire will to draw it out.

I wasn't kissing her...she was kissing me.

And that got me instantly hard. 

I reached back and within seconds her zipper was down. The skin of her back warm against my hand. She moaned , taking a few breaks from the kiss to draw in breath. 

When I attempted to pull down the top of her dress and uncover her chest she seemed wary, looking around nervously.

" No one's coming this way sweetheart, trust me. " And she did. 

I had to uncross her hands from her chest but other than that, she was more than willing to indulge. I doubt I had ever seen her that openly receptive.

I let the fabric gather at her waist and then I looked at the pink lace of her bra. Her nipples taught points beneath it. And leaning down I captured one in my mouth and sucked, she let out this low and soft sound. Like she was in sweet agony. And it only encouraged me on, cupping the other breast in my hand I gave it a gentle squeeze before rolling the pebbled nipple between my fingers. She arched her back, giving me better access. Her hand fisted in my hair, tugging and placing me where she wished.

I slipped the straps down her arms until her breasts were bare. And by then my cock was throbbing. I took a second to simply take in the sight of her. And it was almost as if the two hard points of her nipples were begging me to touch them, and when I delayed for a while, Layla desperately searched for my eyes.

" Gabriel?.." the uncertainty in her voice and the sacredness with which she said my name were my undoing. I grazed my teeth over both taught peaks, then I gently sucked and bit one, adding more pressure when her body language made it clear that she was in no mood for gentle. I stroked the points, listening to her gasping, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly, looking up occasionally to watch her close her eyes whenever I gave the points a pull and a pinch. 

Feeling her as she silently asked for more. And I was more than willing to offer her all she wanted, but first I had to know.

" What was your response going to be? "

I could hardly recognize my voice. It sounded strained. Shaking her head when I stopped touching her she gripped the lapels of my suit and used me for support. 

So I wrapped an arm around her to keep her steady on her feet. 

" Tell me sweetheart, are you wearing them or not? " She bowed her head again but I made a tsking sound with my tongue.

" Eyes up here Layla, I promised to ask so I'm doing just that. So are they on or off? "

On meant yes, off meant no. I had known exactly what I was doing when I gave her the two suggestions.

" I ...I was going to say no, "

going to. As in she had been planning to refuse but somewhere along the way something I have no clue of changed her mind.

" So you're not wearing anything underneath this dress, is that what you mean to tell me? "

If so then I was done for.

" Well, " she began. Sounding guilty of something.

" Well? "

" There no way I was going to just walk around like that. "

" So you went against our agreement? "

" It was a very unfair and unethical agreement!! "

She ground out the words with a hint of both stubbornness and anger. 

" And let me guess, you were planning on lying to me as well? " she shrugged and I took it as a yes.

 " And now? what's your response? "

She lightly ran my thumb over her sensitive nipple and a she exhaled softly. It's not that I was trying to physically manipulate her into saying yes or anything....oh wait! That's exactly what I was doing.

I urged her to tell me all while expertly putting my hands into good use. But all she did was shake her head.

" I don't know, " she confessed. And she sounded truly perplexed by the situation. As if she was in a very complex dilemma.

" Okay, shall I help you make up your mind? "

She looked at me with that look that said she wanted to say yes but was being held back by the unorthodox rules of morality. But she didn't say no, and that was all that truly mattered.

I raised the skirts of her dress up until I touched the smooth skin of her lean legs. She almost panicked and jumped away but I eased her with a kiss. Trailing my fingers up her legs until I got to the small piece of lace underneath. 

" Gabriel? what are you doing? " her shaky voice forced me to hold her gaze and assure he that it was okay. I doubt I've ever had to assure a female of anything in my lifetime. 

And then using both hands, I ripped the lace off of her body and held it up. She gasped again, her eyes widening in unexpected disbelief as she watched me tuck the fabric into my pocket.

" Let me show you, " I whispered into her ear, sucking on her lobe afterwards.

" Let me show you what it would feel like to say yes. "

She planted her palms firmly on my chest and for an instance she let go and I feared she would say no. But then she licked her lips and nodded .

" Okay, " the word was strangled and unsure, but I don't think I've ever known such relief.

I trailed my fingers delicately up her legs. Thankful for the flowy material of her gown. She shivered, and when I got to her center she looked at me over her shoulder. Wearing this look that showed she was confirming whether she really wanted to go through with this. And I probably ought to have paused on seeing her doubt. But my mind was running on testosterone and the single desire to hear her moan. So I parted her lips and felt her go limp. Her pink lips parting and a gush of breath escaping. I used my finger to graze her clit and she bucked. 

" But I haven't even started yet sweetheart.." I teased. The words whispered to her ear before I kissed her neck. She turned it to the side as was her custom. Her silent way of granting me access. And she raised her hand as if to place it on the one I had on her center before she decided against the idea and placed it back down.