Chapter Twelve - Gabriel NSFW transfem mc (Patreon)

I could feel the hard line of him against my hip.  As he loomed over me, eyes tinted silver, I could see the tension within his arms. The way he was holding himself, waiting for my command.  Reaching up, I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the strands of it fall forward out of the hold he put them in every morning.  Locking eyes with him, I rolled my hips in way of answer, feeling the way he trembled at the sensation.  I surged upwards, taking his lips against mine and feeling the way he opened to me.  Grabbing me by the small of the back, he pulled me upwards, situating me until I was in his lap.  I shoved at his shirt, wanting to feel the heat of his skin against my own. Meanwhile, he pushed and pulled at my top, discarding it along with his own, both hands coming up to cup my breasts.

Looking down, I watched as his thumbs rolled across me, eyes bright with what he saw. I felt him arch up, his cloth covered cock seeking out the wet warmth between my legs.  He was enraptured. It was the only word I could think of as he stared at me longingly. As he kneaded my breasts, I could see the way his lips parted, eyes suddenly eager for whatever I was going to allow of him.

“Go ahead,” I told him softly, curious if he was waiting for a command.

With a hand at the small of my back, he bent me backwards, my breast on display for him.  Slowly, almost reverently, he leaned forward, flicking his tongue across the hardened point of my nipple, groaning as he dove forward and unabashedly began sucking bruises against my chest, his tongue sneaking out to lave the hurt.  My back arched, hand slipping within his hair to encourage him further.  He grunted as my own hips came down on him hard, the hand at my back digging into my bare skin.

I could feel the desire building within me. Gabriel was a man that threw himself wholeheartedly into what he was doing and this was apparently no different.  As he nipped and sucked, his hand coming up to squeeze each breast, I felt myself gasping, tumbling into the sensations of his lips on mine. When he showed no signs of stopping, I tapped him on the shoulder, having to push his head away from mine.  Eagerly, he dove towards my lips, sucking my bottom lip within his mouth, his tongue coming out to lick the seam of my lips.

“Gabriel,” I panted, pushing him back. His eyes were bright silver, casting a soft glow in the room.  I could feel the length of his erection and the dampness between my thighs. With a pointed look, I reached between us, slowly undoing the buckle of his belt. It echoed within the room, the sound of it clattering as it slowly came undone. I popped open the line of buttons and scooted back in his lap as inch by inch I took down his zipper.  His cloth covered erection strained against its confines and as I slipped my hand inside, Gabriel’s head tipped back with an anxious groan.

He was hot against the palm of my hand, thick and veiny and something I desperately wanted more of.  Slowly, I pulled him out, watching as his erection rested against the muscled wall of his stomach.  The tip was already dark with need and glistening with the desire for release.  Slowly, I began pumping him up and down, his hips jerking beneath me and his hands coming around to knead my ass slowly.  He scooted back so his head could rest against the back of the sofa, his eyes closed as he enjoyed what I was giving him. Swiping my thumb across his slit, he cried out, the sound like music as he panted and twisted beneath me.

“I want more,” he whispered.

“What do you want, Gabriel?” I wanted to hear him say it, suddenly wondering if something filthy could fall from his lips.

“You,” he begged.

“Tell me though. Tell me what it is you want,” I encouraged.

He squirmed beneath me, his cock pulsing in my hand.  “I want to taste you,” he whispered. “I want to run my tongue across you and bury my face between your legs.” I felt a rush of warmth beneath me as I began grinding myself down on his thigh.  Unconsciously, his hands went to my hips, his leg rising a fraction to encourage the movement. I could feel my swollen center as it was dragged across the thick muscle of his leg.  My grip on his cock tightened.

“I want whatever you wish to give me,” he continued.  “I want you to use my body for your pleasure. Please, I–” There was something there then. A struggle within him that I could see.  Tugging on him, I leaned forward, capturing his lips in a soft and sweet kiss.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“I want to bring you pleasure,” he said. “But I want you to deny me my own.”

I felt my belly tighten at his words. His grip on me was intense, and his eyes were bright and shinning.  Swallowing thickly, I nodded, standing from my position on his lap and undressing the rest of the way. Gabriel watched me like a man starved, each inch of my skin revealed something he was desperate to get his hands on.  When I stood before him, naked, my chest rising with the erratic beat of my heart, I held out my hand to him, giving him silent permission to continue.

Gabriel pulled me to him then, laying flat on his back on the sofa.  With deft hands he maneuvered me until I was hovering above him.  The slide of his tongue against me had me gasping as I scrambled to hold onto the back of the sofa. His grip on me was tight as he pulled me down against his mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth over my center until I was squirming above him and I was almost certain he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t stop though, his lips moved against me as he hardened his tongue to a near point, dragging it up and down. I could feel my thighs trembling with the effort to keep myself hovering above him but as he yanked my weight down on top of him completely, I felt myself start to let go. I rocked my hips against his lips, listening to the muffled sounds of pleasure he made as he continued to lick and suck, spearing his tongue inside me and teasing the muscled walls.  When I felt myself flutter, releasing across him, it was so sudden that I gave him no warning. Gabriel let out a lengthy groan though, his hands fumbled for something I couldn’t see.  When I managed to blink down at him, I saw him slick up his own erection, tossing the bottle aside as he pushed me onto my back.

Holding his cock at the base, he teased it up and down my opening. “May I?” he asked.

My body was still trembling with orgasm as I nodded my head towards him.  Gently, he eased himself past my opening, barely inserting himself before pulling back out.  He licked his lips as he slowly began to stretch me, taking his time to ease into my body while holding my legs apart.

Arching, I panted, gripping onto the arm of the couch behind me and trying to push down on his cock. “I want you inside me, Gabriel,” I told him desperately.

He paused, the thick length of him partially inserted. “Please don’t let me cum,” he told me and then thrust inside.  I gasped as my body adjusted to him, my mouth open in a prolonged moan.  He didn’t move, instead pressing soft kisses up and down my neck and chest, waiting for me. When I rolled my hips, giving him permission, he began to move as well.  The fluid motion of his hips had me groaning as he pushed into me, pulling himself all the way out before thrusting forward again.  Gabriel was loud during sex, grunting and panting, squeezing his eyes shut as he fought his own need. I saw him several times squeeze the base of himself as he pushed and pulled at my hips. But he never stopped. He kept the rhythm, his lips grazing across my body as he began murmuring something in a language I didn’t understand, straight into my skin.

Bending my knees, I felt him slip deeper inside. It wasn’t going to be long now. I wanted to feel the pulse of him, that thick cock playing me until I was left a quivering mess.  His eyes glowed silver as I looked at him and he nodded, hair falling in front of his face. Ducking his head, he began fucking me with earnest, the slow roll of his hips picking up speed as he reached between our bodies. I could feel it then. The wind up at the base of my spine. I arched my back as he leaned down, catching one hardened nipple between his teeth.  When I felt myself let go, it was with a scream as Gabriel continued to fuck me through it, not letting up his pace until I felt my muscles clench around him once again and I was clinging to him for dear life.

When he pulled out, his cock was hard and shiny, the tip covered in my release.  He stared at me like a wild animal as he gathered me to him.  I could feel the pound of his heart and the way he buried his face in my neck.

“Thank you,” he whispered. I nearly huffed out a laugh. He was still rock hard, and his cock looked angry with the lack of release. But he was running his lips across me as if I had just given him the most precious gift. “Thank you, thank you thank you….”

I held onto him just as tight, refusing to let him go until his cock went soft against my thigh.