We go into the house and I go straight to the bedroom, through to the en suite and clean my teeth with his tooth brush. I sit on the edge of the bath and unzip my boots, as I do, I get that all too familiar tingle and know that he's there. I look up and he's walking towards me. He pulls off my boots, then takes my hand and leads me to the bed. Our bed.
Without a word being said he pushes me back, I push myself up on my elbows and watch him as he unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off, he lifts my foot and kisses the inside of my ankle, then all the way up the inside of my leg, every now and then he stops and strokes where he's kissed with the pads of his fingers. I shudder. It feels. Delicious. He starts at my ankle again on the opposite leg. This time when he gets to the top, he pulls me by the hand to a sitting position and pulls my blouse over my head. I lean back on my elbows again, my legs open and hanging over the edge of the bed, Gabe kneeling between them. He brushes his fingertips over my cheekbone, along my jaw, over my lips, he parts them gently with the pad of his thumb. I slide my tongue between my teeth and brush circles over it, he runs it down my chin, and he brushes his fingertips over my throat. Breathe Lauren, fucking breathe. He places his whole hand flat over my chest and down to my cleavage. He stops and keeping his hand flat, he uses his palm to brush over first one nipple, then the other, he moves in circles. The friction causing my nipple to burn, although they still harden. There is absolute silence as he brings his head down and sucks gently; my breathing is short and erratic as I watch every move that he makes. The only light in the room is from the bedside lamp. His mouth switches to my other nipple, which he rolls between his finger and thumb whilst sucking and grazing his tongue over it. I give an involuntary jerk of my hips and close my eyes. Partly from embarrassment and making it so bloody obvious how much I want him. But also because I am in complete and utter ecstasy. He carries on with the flat of his hand down my belly, over my belly button, all the way down to between my legs, then out across to my hip, he follows where his hand has been with his mouth, tiny feather light kisses, the flick of his tongue, gentle little sucks. I give out the smallest of girly whimpers. He still doesn't look at me; he just focuses on where his hand and mouth are going. He sits back on his knees and gently strokes his fingertips over the landing strip of pubic hair that I have, then very gently he strokes the soft skin at the crease at the top if my leg.
“Ah ah aaaah.”
The noise escapes unbidden from my mouth and I see the corner of his mouth twitch. He knows how turned on I am. Once again, very gently, very slowly, he kisses where his fingers have stroked. His mouth comes back to kiss at the top of my slit. Gentle, feather light, butterfly kisses. He slides his hands down to my knees and pushes my legs wider apart, sitting back on his knees again, he takes a minute to just stare between my legs. Then he gently runs his fingertips up the inside of my thigh, he swipes down between my lips with his index finger and pushes it inside me.
“Uhhuhhhhhaha Gabe,” is sort of the sound I make.
He leans in and his tongue follows the path that his finger just took. His thumb pressing down on and circling my clit. I'm going to explode! I am quite literally going to combust any second now! My hands grab his hair. I want him to stop and look me in the eye, to say something. But I don't want him to stop, ever. His tongue works its magic on my body and I can't help but move my hips to his rhythm. He pushes two, maybe three fingers inside of me, all the while his tongue is still moving in circles over me.
“Gabriel...I'm gonna come...Please.”
He stops what he's doing. No! What the fuck is he doing? He sits back on his knees and pulls his t shirt off over his head; he stands and undoes his jeans. He's not wearing any jocks and his cock springs free. I lick my bottom lip and swallow in anticipation, my heart is pounding in my throat, in my clit, my fingers and toes. Fuck me, but he is gorgeous. How am I here? Why me, with my issues, stretch marks, wobbly bits and mental case husband. Why does he want me? Accept it for what it is Lauren, accept it and enjoy every moment.
He steps back towards me and lifts both my ankles up to the edge of the bed and kneels back down in front of me. I'm completely wide open to him. Exposed. And I instinctively attempt to push my knees back together, I don't even realise I'm doing it until he pushes them back apart. Again, I see the corner of his mouth twitch. He knows me so well; he knows that I will be feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable lying in this position.
“Touch yourself Lauren.” I jump at his words. I'm so lost in the moment and focused on his actions. I'm confused.
“What?”
“Touch yourself, use your fingers and show me how you touch yourself.”
For fucks sake. I've been doing that the past couple of days. It's his cock I want inside me, and now. Not my own fingers, Jesus. What's a girl gotta do to get a shag around here? Anyone?