I sit on one of the beds, enjoying a moment alone to think. I hope that Gabe’s past involvement with Karen doesn't affect mine and hers working relationship. We've always worked well together and she obviously likes what I do, otherwise she wouldn't keep asking me back. I'll set to work on her job during the week, but, I've had an idea for this room first and I don't have long to get it sorted.
I wander back upstairs, it’s much cooler today, Gabe is wearing a pair of grey trackies and a blue hoodie and even this casual he looks hot and I get that little ripple of desire run through me, especially as his hoodie has risen up and I can just see a bare band of flesh around the top of his backside and just a hint of butt crack, since when was arse crack sexy I wonder. I take a deep breath, we have to leave the house soon otherwise we will end up back in bed for the rest of the day and as much as I would like nothing better, we have lots to do, all this sex is great, a fantastic distraction from the real world, but today is a day of reality, it’s not about us, it’s about having the house ready for Ava, Gabe’s thirteen year old daughter, his princess and her friend Sophie, who are coming to stay for a week. A week with two thirteen year old girls, quite frankly, I am terrified! I contemplate how this will go as my eyes roam over Gabe’s long, toned form.
He's lying on the floor on his belly, flicking through the newspaper and listening to Sky News on the television.
“Do you have any photos of you and Ava or just of Ava?”
He looks up from his newspaper at me, those blue eyes meet mine and my heart leaps to my throat, I really have to get a grip on how I react to his stare, it’s just a look, nothing else but it makes my insides twist into knots and my skin heat regardless.
“Of course I do, there all in my office or on the computer, haven't you been in there?”
“No, no I haven’t”
“Why? Feel free to use the desk top and the printer and anything else you need to, this is your home too now remember”
He rolls over onto his back as he's talking and pushes himself up on his elbows, his long legs stretched out and crossed in front of him and he looks at me, in that way and I know what's going through his mind, his eyes become hooded and very intense when he's turned on, I've learnt to recognise this quickly as he seems to be turned on most of the time, don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a bad thing, nope, not at all.
“Come here” He holds his hand out to me. I walk over and straddle him, aware of a thrumming, a vibration that’s already happening between my legs as I sit on the tops of his thighs, trying to avoid contact between anything that will get him… Who am I kidding? Us, too excited. He sits all the way up and bends his knees so I wrap my legs around his waist and lean back. He kisses me and I feel drugged, like I can barely keep my eyes open. His tongue flicks into my mouth, his hand is in my hair, holding my head in place so I can't back away. His other hand has slid under my sweat shirt and is stroking my bare skin, up and down my spine; I can already feel my toes curling.
He pulls my hoodie off over my head so I do the same to him, kissing his shoulders, his neck, and his chest as I do. He lifts my hips so he can pull my trackies down. I lift my bum so he can lower them. I'm overly aware of the fact that because of the way we're sitting, he can see my spare tyre around my belly and I'm feeling very self-conscious. It’s killing me not to cross my arms over my middle and I look over his shoulder and not into his eyes, because he will know that I am not happy. He lifts us both up as he pulls his own trackies down and takes them off. Mine are bunched around the tops of my legs so I swing one leg over his head and pull them off.
“I didn't realise you were so bendy Ms Day” He says with a smile
“Yeah, well, there's lots you still don't know about me Mr Wilde, I'm full of surprises me”
“That you are, turn around”
“What?
“Turn around and stick that beautiful arse in the air, I want to fuck you from behind”
I don't even argue, I swing round, drop my shoulders and point my arse in the air facing him. He slaps me, hard across my bum cheek and I jump
“Owww” I shriek but he rubs where he's slapped me and as he does, he slips a couple of fingers inside me as he says “Shush baby, this will be good”
He leans over me and kisses, bites and grazes his teeth down my back and over my arse cheeks. He uses his thumbs to pull me apart, exposed to him. Oh God, what’s he going to do, is he looking at me, inspecting me?
“Open your legs wider and push your arse higher for me”