“Fuck.” Is all that he says.
I say nothing, because I can’t. Right now, for me, there’s nothing, no one else anywhere, just me and him, now, doing this, my head is spinning with desire like I have never known, could never imagine and I just want more, more of this, more of these sensations, more of him. We find our rhythm and I know I am going to explode soon. I just need, something.
“Twist on the vibrator and rub it on your clit baby, I’m gonna come soon.”
I do as he says; the sensation is amazing, I push back against him so that he fills me further and slide the vibrator inside me, if I can feel it, I know he will be able to as I push it against my walls, against him. I have no control over what happens next, my orgasm is so intense it’s more like a convulsion, the instant I felt the vibrator touch him through my skin it shakes me, the instant he feels the vibrator against him, he explodes, I feel every single pulse and throb inside me. Both of us totally out of control, rocking against each other, shaking, falling, together. Gabe is almost chanting behind me. He loves me. He wants to marry me. He wants to fuck me all weekend. He wants to marry. I can’t leave him again, ever.
“Fuck Lauren, God, fuck,” are basically what he says, I on the other hand am rendered speechless, boneless and breathless.
I fall down flat on the bed, his body following mine but he somehow keeps from crushing me. I close my eyes, try not to pass out and wait for the world to stop spinning. He kisses my hair and my head, my ear, my neck, I adjust my position, inadvertently pushing back onto him and let out a contented sigh. I instantly feel him twitch inside me and I can’t help but smile.
I feel him laugh against my back as he says into my ear, “Did you feel that?”
I smile and nod.
“See what you do to me? Fuck Lauren, I’m possessed, this ain’t normal, surely this can’t be normal, I will happily die fucking you.”
I smile, make a sort of stifled laughing sound and nod; I’m not capable of more.
“Come and shower with me, I want to wash and look at you. I’m gonna pull out, okay?”
He eases out gently, only causing me to wince slightly. He stands up from the bed and I feel cold without him pressed against me and suddenly, also, very embarrassed. He squats down beside the bed and brushes my hair off my face…
“You alright?”
I nod, not looking at him, my bottom lip suddenly quivers and that solid bloody ball of emotion is lodged firmly in my throat again.
“Baby talk to me, what’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you or anything did I? Lauren?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper into his ear, “You didn’t hurt me, it was amazing, is it wrong to say that – that I liked what we just did?”
He strokes his fingers down the side of my face, “Of course it’s not wrong. Whatever we do, as long as it’s what we both want, it will always be right, and that was about as close to perfect as it gets baby.”
He leans down and kisses me gently on the cheek.
“I love you, let’s get showered,” I whisper.
CHAPTER 7
I drag my eyes open to the sound of my phone ringing. I don't move though, instead I take a few seconds to get my bearings. I know instantly who I'm with: The smell of him is on me, in me, over me, I'm exactly where I want to be. Wherever Gabe is!
I'm just not sure which room we ended up in last night though. Last night. Oh. My. God. Last night. My face burns at the memories and I squeeze my eyes shut, I am a dirty, dirty girl and I don’t give a fuck, everything, all of it was amazing, although some parts are a little blurry.
My cheek is pressed to his chest, my arm thrown across his hip, the other folded underneath me, one leg over his, his leg over mine. I blink a few times and try to focus. A message alert goes off on a phone. I'm not sure whose it is, I really don't care much either. I stretch out my hand and run my palm over his hip and feel for his cock, he has a semi on and it twitches as I squeeze at his base and kiss his chest, then move lower and kiss his belly. His hand grabs my hair and pulls so that I have to look up at him. Jesus fuckin Christ almighty. Just look at him. Just look, he's taken my breath away with just a look, but what a look, I have to take a long blink to steady myself. I feel myself sway, despite the fact I'm lying down.
He seems to follow suit, he blinks then swallows, “Don't ever leave me again Lauren; I don't think I could take it.”
I instantly fill with tears and they fall onto his chest and I cling to him, this man that's rocked my world in such a short space of time, my heart is fit to burst with the love I feel for him and something else. Hope. I finally have, over these past few days, allowed myself to hope again. Hope that we can find a way through all this bullshit, bollocks and drama and just be together. He pulls me to him as tightly as possible.