I can barely breathe, “Shhh, shhh baby, don't cry, what's wrong, talk to me, I hate that I keep making you cry.”
“I'm sorry... Nothing's wrong, you don’t make me cry, everything is right, I'm sorry.”
I kiss him, long and hard, with everything I have I kiss him.
“Let's put a line under this past week and fuck it off shall we?”
He says exactly what I'm thinking and I nod as he pulls me in and tucks my head under his chin and squeezes me tight again. I finally gather my senses and look around, this isn’t the bedroom.
“Why are we on the lounge room floor?”
He laughs into my hair. “It's where we ended up last night. After the bedroom, the shower, the bathroom floor and the kitchen bench. We didn't end up making it out to your new car. We will have to christen that later.”
He's tracing circles with his fingertips from my shoulder, up the curve of my neck, to behind my ear, the sensation along with the memories of all that we did last night make me physically shudder... And smile...
“You cold?”
“Na, I'm toasty warm, that was a shudder not a shiver.”
“Ahhh, is it all coming back to you now? You've gone all goosy.”
“It sure is,” I blush – in fact I burn, from head to toe.
“Was almost worth being without you for those few days.”
I raise my eyebrows and look up at him. He has half a smirk on his face.
“I'm joking; I'm joking for fucks sake, jeez, touchy much?”
“I can soon leave again. If you would prefer.”
“Try it; I'm keeping you tied to the bed for the rest of the weekend.”
“What about after the weekend?”
“We will see; I might take you to work with me.”
“I have work on Monday myself, I'm up at the Palmers place.”
“Well I might just go with you, our blokes started there yesterday.”
“They did?”
“Yep.”
“I don't want you up there.”
“But I'd be with you.”
“I don't care... I don't want you up there.”
“Why?”
“Because you've fucked her, I'm jealous, in case you hadn't noticed and I don't want you near her.”
He draws in a deep breath and I can feel my cheeks burn again at my confession, “She holds no interest for me Lauren.”
“I don't care, it's a deal breaker.”
“A deal breaker? I didn't know we had a deal.”
“Well we do and I don't want you near her, whether I'm there or not, end of.”
“End of ehh? I love it when you get all green eyed. You're making me hard.”
He thrusts his hips slightly as he speaks so I grab his balls.
“You won't love it when I rip these off and shove them down your throat.”
I squeeze tightly as I speak and in a moment he has flipped me onto my back and is on top of me with both my arms above my head.
“If you rip my balls off I will be of no use to you.”
“Yes you will, you'll still have your dick. If I let you keep it. I might rip that off too and use it to shove your balls further down your throat. Then I will shove your dick up your own arse”
“Your very aggressive this morning Lauren.”
“You've seen nothing yet Wilde... Let me catch you within spitting distance of any of your previous fucks and then you'll see aggressive.”
“Now you've made me fully hard with all this talk, what am I supposed to do with this?”
He pushes his hard dick against my clit
“Because this my love. This is just for you, no one else interests me, no one else can make me hard like this, there is no one else I want to be inside, ever, just you, just you baby.”
I have no words, so I simply open my legs, tilt my hips and let him slide inside me.
We lay just looking at each other for a while after our sexy session, each lying on our sides, facing the other, our arms folded under our heads.
“What are you thinking?” He asks with a smile.
“That I have a very sore noonie.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
“Ha... I knew I would get you to say it eventually.”
I frown.
“Say what?”
“I do, you just said I do. I knew you would succumb to my sexpertise and charm and realise what a great catch I am and accept my proposal eventually.”
“You are such a child Gabe. Really.... You wanna go there again?”
“Always with you baby, but you just said you had a sore noonie.”
“I’m so not laughing Gabriel, you’re not funny. Please, stop with proposal jokes.”
“Stop, you really want me to stop? Stop as in Oh baby Stop...It’s so good, don't you dare Stop sort of way... Or Stop as in we really shoulda sorted out a safe word because I really mean Stop sort of Stop ?”
I'm getting annoyed now and am completely lost, “Stop as in shut the fuck up Gabe.”
He pulls his head back and looks a bit shocked at my outburst, “Chill, I was only pulling your pissa; you really are touchy this morning.”