There. Finally.
Gabriel felt her tighten around him with a vice like grip, bathing his fingers and face in wetness. Her cries filled his room and ears, like the greatest symphony. The energy of her orgasm rippled through his veins and his length throbbed, hard and almost violently swollen in protest. He gave her one last playful thrust with his fingers before slowly removing them, his breath catching as he looked at her.
"Beautiful," he murmured more to himself than her, spreading her open as he admired her wantonly spent, her thighs slick with her own spilled lust.
Now was the moment, giving her any longer to recover would hurt his Folly, so he quickly stripped of his pants and boxers. His length stood out proud and thick in front of him, swollen with need. Still standing, he lifted her and tilted her so the haven of her body was directly in his sights.
Then, teasingly he rubbed his thick head against her pink folds with a smirk. "You can still back out if you want," he said with a smirk, leaning towards her as he gently prodded the tiny hollow with his demanding girth.