“Open your legs baby”
My thoughts instantly turn to my dream. Ha, who said dreams don't come true? I lift my leg over his shoulder and he kisses all the way up the inside of my thigh, as he reaches the top he flicks his tongue over me, in me and pushes his fingers back inside this time using the flat of his thumb on that spot between my legs where every nerve in my body is centred right now, he applies just the right amount of pressure to make me throb. I'm still feeling sensitive from my earlier orgasm. Instead of taking the edge off, knowing the pleasure he’s capable of giving me, just makes me ache for more, desperate for more. His teeth graze the inside of my leg, then back to that little nub of flesh, so full of sensation, its driving me insane, I want him inside me again. Whoa, I feel another finger slide inside my behind. Three fingers in the front, one in the back. Ok. That's not so bad, it's different but not in a bad way. I bend my knees, lowering myself down the wall so that he pushes into me harder. My body is in sensation overload, the water, his kisses, his hands and then as I watch, he moves his hand away from my backside and wraps it around his cock, he starts to stroke himself up and down and watching him do this is almost instantly too much for me. There’s no embarrassment, only pure pleasure in his eyes. This is what I need to learn, this is how I want to be for him, nothing held back.
We get our rhythm in time, I have one hand in his hair, the other reaching up and into my own hair, my shoulders are against the wall, my back arched, hips pushed out, my legs are open, one foot up on Gabe’s shoulder, my knee slightly bent. We must look like something from a porno. Me the cheating housewife. Him, the plumber? Something else to store away for later, role play!
As he pushes his fingers into me, he circles my clit with his thumb, I move my hips up and down, backwards, forwards and he strokes himself faster and faster. Almost in unison, the only sounds are our moans but which of us is making which "Ahhh" sound is lost on me. The fact that he doesn't take his eyes off me makes everything more intense, he watches his fingers work on me, every so often moving his thumb away, instead grazing his teeth and flicking his tongue over me. It's all so intense, I actually feel myself involuntarily convulse, and he must know I'm close.
“Come baby, fuck my fingers and come for me”
That's it, his words are my undoing, he has to hold me up as I no longer have control, my legs are limp, my hips gyrating of their own free will.
“Gabe…”
“I’ve got ya baby, I’ve got ya”
My hand grips his hair hard, causing his head to tilt back, his eyes on mine, I open my mouth and cry out loud as I come around his fingers, his hand leaves my hip and he gives himself a few final strokes and I watch him spurt his own juices all over his hand.
This was different to what we did earlier. This was naughty sex, well naughty by my standards anyway but just as intense.
For a few seconds or minutes, I'm not sure, there are only the sounds of our breathing, the water running, and of Avicii singing about having a good feeling. What is this the “Music To Fuck Lauren To” mix? My legs are so shaky that I bend them and slide my back down the wall. I feel, boneless. I pull my knees up in front of me. Gabriel is still kneeling in front of me; he opens my legs at my knees, turns around, and sits back against me. I drape my arms over his shoulders and cross them over his chest, stroking each of his nipples with my thumbs.
“Is this ok, I'm not hurting you anywhere am I?”
“Gabe, the second I feel pain, of any kind, caused by you or not, I will let you know”
“Sorry but If you could see yourself Lauren, all fucking bruised, I feel guilty, like I'm forcing myself on you”
I don't know what to say in reply and before I can think of an answer, he asks
“Why were you crying?”
Shit, he noticed. “Honestly?”
“Yes honestly Lauren, total honesty, always”
“You, I was thinking about you. What you were doing to me, what I was doing with you, about Jason and how much I regret...” Before I can finish, he gets up and turns off the shower.
“We're going wrinkly, come on, let me help you up”
He helps me stand, then wraps a towel around me and one around himself and walks off into the bedroom, leaving me standing there, alone and totally confused. What the fuck just happened? What did I say? I dry myself off and wrap my hair in a towel. I can hear draws opening and closing and he appears in front of me with a clean T shirt in his hand.
“Here” He passes it to me, without looking me in the eye.