“Yes Lauren, sorry, just ahh. Fuck.”
I lick the underside of him and squeeze and massage his balls before I take him in my mouth, flicking my tongue over and in the slit at the end, I can taste him already, I pump him harder with my fist and graze my teeth over him and almost combust at the sound of his moans; I used to hate giving blow jobs. I think it was a confidence thing, Jason would always grab my hair and force me down on him, then bark orders at me. Harder, faster, slower, Gabe just lets me go at my own pace and he always seems to enjoy whatever it is I do to him with my mouth, I love looking up at him as he looks down at me, I love when he throws his back and I can see the veins and tendons cording in his neck, the water he looks like I am the only thing that exists outside of him when he comes in my mouth, I feel powerful, in control. His hand grabs the back of my hair and I stop and glare up at him, he apologises and drops his hands to his sides, I grab hold of them with mine and pull them behind his back and he actually moans louder and grows harder in my mouth. He likes it, he likes being restrained, well that’s something that requires further investigation; I yank his arms back as roughly as I can and he tilts his hips towards me, this is so hot, I want to touch myself, it really wouldn’t take a lot, just a little bit of friction in the right place and I know I would be coming; I spot my bath robe lying on the floor next to me and pull the belt through the loops and wrap it around Gabe’s wrists, he looks downs at me wide eyed and I notice the tighter I tie it, the more he moans. Once his hands are secured behind his back, I rub myself through my jeans and come in seconds, although it’s not an earth shattering orgasm, it’s enough to get me through till we are alone later; I look up at him as he watches me rub myself and without warning he starts to spurt into the back of my throat. Luckily, because he only shot his load inside me, not half an hour ago, there’s not too much to swallow and I manage to do it without gagging; Gabe’s knees give way and he slides out of my mouth and down onto the floor, kneeling in front of me, his hands still tied behind his back and his eyes still closed, he leans towards me and seeks out my lips. I love that he sticks his tongue in my mouth after he’s just come in it. It turns me on no end.
“Fuck Lauren, you taste of me. I fucking love that. That was mind-blowingly awesome, my knees gave way, that’s never happened to me before. Untie me please baby.”
I lean around and loosen the belt, he probably could have wriggled out of it himself, but he didn’t, he liked being restrained. He fucking loved it and if I’m completely honest, I really got off on being in control. A trip to Sexy Land for some handcuffs is in order I think.
We both clean our teeth and I sit on the bed waiting for Gabe as he gets dressed, I need to talk to him about Ava before he sees her for himself and kicks off and embarrasses her and himself; I won’t mention Josh, the sixteen year old she is interested in, we will see how that plays out during the evening but I need to warn him about the dress and makeup. He steps out from the wardrobe and my head spins. Jesus, holy, hotness. He looks delicious, wearing a pair of very light blue, lose fitting jeans, he has a belt around them but they are still sitting low on his hips, his v necked T shirt is a cornflower blue colour, which has made the colour of his eyes just pop and they appear more striking than ever and just to top off his sexy arsed surfer boy look, around his neck he is wearing a really long strand of brown wooden beads with a cross hanging off the end, almost touching his belly button. I lean back on my elbows, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed; I shake my head and smile at him. He smiles back, his shy lopsided boy smile and looks down at himself, searching for something wrong amongst the absolute perfection that is him, and I love the fact that I can do that to him, this god like man, just for a few seconds he doubts his perfection, I love the fact that however I view him, he is at the end of the day only human and has the same insecurities and self-doubts the rest of us do. Well, not more than me obviously but I am just an insecure mess. Although I am heaps better than I was, thanks to my angel Gabriel here.
“What?” He says, looking at me with both a smile and a frown.
“You look totally fuckable. Come and sit down, we need to talk.”
“Is it safe? We have guests arriving in like, five minutes Lauren.”
“Gabe, I promise I will keep my hands to myself, I just want to talk to you.”