He pushes two fingers deep inside of me and I push even harder against him, moving my hips in time with his fingers. With his other hand he unbuckles his belt, undoes his jeans, and frees his erection. He starts to stroke himself, up and down, up and down, moving both his hands in unison, pushing his fingers into me whilst stroking himself and I can’t stop staring as he does this....Oh my god this feels amazing but watching him, do that to himself is just beyond erotic and I think I'm going to come before he even gets his cock inside me. He wipes his thumb over his tip then moves it up to my face, “Taste me” he orders “Taste what you do to me”
My whole body is on fire and there's every possibility that I will come, loudly, if he says one more thing. He pulls his fingers out of me and adjusts his position until his cock is right at my opening. Our fingers are interlocked at the side of my head; he's still looking right into my eyes, as he slides into me, hard and deep. He moans out my name as I flex my hips up to meet his thrusts
“Ahhhh” is all that I can manage as he pulls out almost completely before driving into me again….
“FUCK me Lauren, fuck me back until you come”…......
Suddenly there are other voices and I hear my name spoken.... I slowly start to wake up, I'm panting hard, I feel like my face is on fire and my heart is racing. Noooooo, I was dreaming, oh my god, I am actually wet and throbbing between my legs, instinctively, I cross and squeeze them together but the moment has gone! I have no idea where I am and as I move to get a better look at the room, I feel pain shoot through just about every part of my body, especially my head. I sit up slowly and look around as events from the past twenty four hours come back to me. I'm in Jo’s guest bedroom. I sit quietly and try to gather my thoughts. My husband of twenty five years has beaten me, for want of a better word, to the point where I have required hospital treatment, it would also seem, he has been unfaithful to me, although my recollection of last nights or this morning’s conversation are somewhat hazy right now, I have run away and left him, my home and all of my worldly possessions behind. I don't have a lot of money, I have no car and nowhere to live and to top it all, I have just woken from possibly the most erotic dream I have ever had, about a man, at least ten years younger than me, that I met in a bar, just last night. Fuck I need sex and I need... No... Want sex with Gabriel Wilde
I cannot believe despite all of the shit I have going on I am feeling so horny, so desperate for him, that all I want is to go back to sleep and finish my dream. Damn those people talking in Jo’s kitchen, I wanted an orgasm! I wanted Gabriel to make me come!!!
I take some more pain killers and try and get back to sleep and back to my dream....
All thoughts of sex suddenly leave my mind as I hear a man’s voice; I know I can hear Jo and Jemma but I can also hear a man talking. Has Jason come here looking for me? I pick up my phone, this is ridiculous, 123 missed calls and 37 voice mails, four of them are from my boys. I quickly send a text off to both of them, letting them know I am safe and will be in touch in a few days and for them not to worry. I ignore the rest as they are all from Jay. All the while I am trying to listen to the male voice coming from Jo's kitchen. I text Jemma and check it’s not Jay out there....She texts straight back
‘No don't panic’
I slowly get out of bed and go into the bathroom. My lip is fat, swollen, and split, my cheek is starting to turn a lovely shade of purple and under my eye is a matching colour, oh well, at least my bruises coordinate.... My hair is a curly mess but there's no brush or hair band to hand so there's nothing I can do about that except run my fingers through it. My shoulder is a bit tender but feels great considering the pain it caused me last night. My finger combing doesn't change a thing about my hair, it's still a mess. I shrug as I splash water on my face. Luckily there is a new tooth brush and tooth paste on the side of the sink. I struggle for five minutes, trying to undo the packaging, the pain killers are so strong, I'm feeling all fingers and thumbs and light headed... but am in desperate need of a clean mouth so persevere.
Jo gave me a pair of sweat pants and a vest to wear earlier but I'm feeling cold now and I find a hoodie in one of the draws, it must be Sean's as it's huge on me.
I walk back down to the kitchen, take two steps in, and stop dead in my tracks, sitting around the table are Jo, Jemma and Gabriel. They all stare back at me, Gabriel’s chair flies back as he stands
“What the fuck has happened to you, what’s gone on, have you been in an accident?”
He looks from me to Jo to Jemma and back to Jo.
“Sit down Gabe and stop shouting... That's the last thing she needs right now”
Jemma's hand has gone up to cover her mouth and I know what a shocking sight I must be, she starts to cry and I say
“That bad eh?”
She gets up from the table and walks over and gives me a gentle hug, even gentle causes me to wince.