“I’m gonna move us baby, so you can rest that arm. Keep pushing into me and just move when I do; step back and don’t bang your head as you move it out of the car.”
He moves us back and turns us around and sits himself down on the back seat of the car, his legs hanging out of the door like I just was, I move my feet up onto the footplate; Gabe holds onto my hip with one hand and reaches around me the other, I grip hold of the top of the door frame for leverage and move myself up and down…slowly. With the hand he has wrapped around me, he pushes his fingers into me and rubs my clit with his thumb.
“Oh God, Oh God! Gabe.”
“Come for me baby, come for me.
I push down on him and grind as I start to come apart, every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire, like it should have sparks firing off of it, my orgasm rolls from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, then back down through my body again. I convulse and I can feel my pelvic muscles spasm and contract around his fingers, in turn, making every one of my muscles clench below my waist, I feel him shudder and can actually feel the heat as his hot cum spurts inside me as he calls out my name and tells me that he loves me, he needs me and would die for me, over and over; his words fall silent as he starts to kiss the back of my neck and shoulder, he wraps his arms across my front and pulls me so tightly to him, I can barely breathe.
“I love you Lauren Day, don’t ever change for anyone.”
For some reason all that’s going through my head is: Lauren Day, forty five year old mother of two…look at you, having hot, filthy, anal, garage, car sex…and loving it, what a slut!…And I can’t stop grinning.
CHAPTER 20
We eventually make it upstairs and I head straight for the bath that Gabe has run for me, I feel exhausted as I sink back into the slightly too hot, citrusy smelling bubble filled, water and I must eventually dose off; I’m dragged back to consciousness by the sound of my mobile phone ringing but I really cannot be arsed to get out of my watery cocoon and figure if it’s important, they will call me back, text or leave a message. The water has cooled considerably but sitting up to turn on the hot tap is too much effort when you only have one arm for leverage, the other is resting on a towel on the side of the bath so that I don’t get the plaster wet, I will be so glad when I can get rid of this cast I can’t begin to tell you, funny really, when I was a kid, I was always jealous of the kids in plaster and would play for hours with my arm in a sling, pretending it was broken, who didn’t have a practice with the kid with the broken legs crutches, all fun and games then, not so much when you’re an adult and have shit to do, let me tell ya!
I have a hospital appointment Monday and I’m hoping they will change the cast to one that doesn’t go around my hand, then I can drive and can get back to work, and of course, I want to be able to show off my newly acquired engagement ring, without the bright blue plaster as a backdrop; engagement ring, I’m engaged, I’m engaged to be married to Gabriel Wilde, that sexy, hot, beautiful bloke wants me to be his wife and I still can’t get my head around why, why me?
Just thinking about him and me and what we did in the garage just an hour ago has me crossing my legs and blushing, my days, the man has turned me into a complete nympho, I wonder if it will always be like this? I tilt my head back and can’t help but smile and then I get that tingle in my scalp and I just know that he’s there and when I open my eyes, I just know that he will be watching me, I self-consciously uncross my legs and wipe the smile off my face as I unpeel my eyes . He’s leaning against the wall that leads from the bedroom to the bathroom, his eyes are on my tits that are peeking out through the bubbles and my belly flips over because of the way he’s looking at my tits, I know exactly what that look on his face means and I cannot begin to explain the joy that I feel knowing the gorgeous creature in front of me, wants my tits, my forty five year old tits, he could, quite possibly have his choice of any tits in the southern hemisphere but it’s my girls he wants. I take all of him in, he’s barefoot, wearing a pair of very faded, lose fitting jeans, he has one long leg crossed over the other, my eyes linger over his crutch, he’s obviously enjoying staring at my knockers, a lot. His arms are crossed over his chest and the light grey V-neck t-shirt he’s wearing, my eyes hover over the hairs that are sticking out right at the base of his throat and I shiver as my eyes roam over his face, his jaw, covered in stubble. Despite the relative warmth of the bathwater, I feel the goose bumps rise on my skin as I think about how that stubble feels on my neck, my shoulders, at the tops of the insides of my thighs. Yep, it’s official, I am an out of control nympho, despite the dirty filthy anal, garage sex we had earlier, I want him again, badly. My eyes reach his and his smiling that lopsided sexy smile and I swear to all that’s holy, if I wasn’t laying in water right now; I would, most definitely, combust.