by Lesley Jones
“What? What toys?”
“Sex toys, where are they? I don’t really want to use your old ones, but since we haven’t had the pleasure to go and shop for our own, your old ones will have to do”
Shit, we are going to shop for sex toys? Can’t wait.
“I only have one; it’s in my suit case next door”
Toys weren’t really a part of my old sex life so I just had the one little BOB to help me out every now and then, not that Jay knew anything about it. And yet here’s Gabe, wanting to take me shopping for sex toys. Oh Lordy, what this boy does to me.
He goes off into the guest room and returns with my little, well large actually, BOB and he has a wicked smile on his face as he looks at me and turns it on, instantly turning me on.
“This is for you Lauren, I’ve put you through shit today and I am sorry and want to make it up to you, so I am going to give you a short, sharp orgasm, then I am going to bury myself as deeply as I can inside you and beg for your forgiveness. Is that okay?”
I nod, incapable of speech.
“Lay back, put your feet up on the edge of the bed and open your legs, this won’t take long, enjoy it baby”
He kneels on the floor between my legs; he pushes one finger inside me.
“Fuck Lauren, always so wet for me”
Oh God this could be quicker than even he was expecting! He circles his index finger around inside me, pulls it out wet and gently guides it into my arse, he pushes the vibrator into me and moves it around so that its pushing against the front wall of my insides…right on my Gspot, it must take all of a minute and I’m done!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sunday is busy, I take my first peek in Ava's room, just to make sure everything is in order for her arrival. Gabriel has told me she used to use the upstairs guest room but now she's older and usually brings a friend she uses one of the downstairs rooms.
It's a great sized room; two queen beds, a sofa, and plasma on the wall, a couple of chests of drawers and a decent sized walk in wardrobe. Much classier than the bright orange record player and chunky portable TV with a wire coat hanger for an antenna that I had as a thirteen year old. The walls are painted a soft pink and the couch is in the shape of a bright red pair of lips, there’s also a couple of a hot pink bean bags. All very girlie.
I do notice though, there's nothing personal about it, no pictures, no posters. I assume she has all of that type of thing on her walls at home, at her mums, but still.
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”
I lay my face flat on the floor, my head turned to one side, my arms out in front of me, I tilt my arse and open my legs as wide as I can, just like he’s asked. He pushes his thumb inside me, saying “you’re so fucking wet Lauren, I will never get tired of how wet you always are, I fucking love it. Fuck my thumb baby, just relax, and fuck back on it”
Oh God, his words, the things he says to me, nothing's held back, he just says it and my head and my body are just swimming with desire as pleasure runs through me. He strokes two fingers forward and rubs my clit, then pulls them back and pushes them inside me, then out again, and further back, rubbing my juices around my other hole. God it feels good but I'm still not convinced I want to go there.
“Gabe no, I don't like that, please stop”
He stops instantly, without saying a word and instead moves himself into position and pushes his cock deep inside me. He reaches round and rubs my clit with one hand and his other is holding my belly pushing me back against him as he drives into me from
behind. I'm trying to focus but I am a little bit thrown, he obviously wants anal and I don’t want to let him down, but I am just not sure about it and I’m a little disappointed with myself for not being brave enough to go there, and I wish he would let go of my belly, it must feel awful in his hand, and because I’m now on all fours it must just be wobbling all over the place as he bangs into me from behind. This is the first time I haven’t been lost in the moment during sex with him, I just can’t seem to enjoy it, I can't have him holding my belly like this, it does nothing to turn me on.
That’s it I think to myself, as soon as I get the money from the Palmer job, I’m getting a tummy tuck. I will use Karen Palmers money to make me feel better when I’m with Gabe, is that wrong? Yeah, I think it probably is. Fuck, now I’m pissed off as thoughts of him and Karen Palmer enter my head.
“For fucks sake Gabe” I say out loud, possibly a little too harshly, I pull his hand off my belly and put it on my hip. He stops... Dead, and pulls out of me. I collapse face down on the floor and curl up on my side, facing away from him. Shit, I bet I've pissed him off now. He lies down beside me, and I think he’s propped up on one elbow as I can feel his breath on the back of my head, I know his eyes are on me, and I know he's waiting for me to look at him. This is cringe worthy, I'm so embarrassed. He runs his fingers down my naked spine and my skin is instantly covered in goose bumps. Very quietly he says
“Are you going to turn around and talk to me?”
“No”
“Why?”
I reach out, with my eyes still closed, very childish I know, and feel around for some clothes, all I can find is his hoodie so I pull it over my head, still facing away from him, I pull it down over my knees and curl back up into a ball.
“Please talk to me Lauren”
I shake my head.
He climbs over me and as he starts to lie down to face me; I turn the other way, back away from him.
“Oh very mature Lauren”
He pulls me back by my shoulder and straddles me, lifting my chin so I have to look at him.
“What happened? What did I do wrong, I stopped when you told me to and then you’re snatching my hands off you, like you can’t bare me touching you. So what was it? Tell me. We're a couple Lauren, we're supposed to communicate, this is all new for both of us. You don't like me touching your arse, you told me and I stopped, that's fine, you communicated, no problem, we'll have a chat about anal and such another time, that’s cool, but then, then I'm having the time of my life, banging into you with all I've got and loving every fucking second of it and thinking you’re feeling the same, about to blow my load and you pull my hands off you, without a word of warning, no stop, no please don't, nothing, just ‘For fucks sake Gabe’ so can you please tell me what I did?”
We will chat about anal and such later? Blow his load? Are the words galloping around my head, we will chat about anal, seriously?
What’s the big deal? It wasn't that bad, I only moved his hand. What’s his problem? I didn’t tell him to stop; I just moved his hand off my belly, God, talk about over reaction. Communicate? Communicate what? I don’t want him touching my belly, is that what he wants me to say? And now he looks upset, shit. “You had hold of my belly” I say it very quietly, embarrassed now at my own over reaction
“I had hold of your belly? So all of a sudden you don't want me touching your belly? I was kissing your belly yesterday; I was stroking your belly the day before. So why suddenly can't I touch it?”
“It’s fat”
“It’s fat? Your belly’s fat so I can't touch it?”
“Yes”
“Your belly's not fat, your belly's beautiful, I love your belly. You've grown two babies in that belly, and that’s part of what makes you who you are, it's part of you, I love your belly because it’s part of you. I love every inch of your body and I love touching it, please don't ever be in any doubt about that”
And the tears start again, I'm not sobbing or even crying really, I just have tears. I’m such an idiot, I’ve behaved like a child and a bitch and an idiot and all for nothing, once again, I need to get a grip and sort my shit out before I lose him. This man, this beautiful, hot, sexy, sensitive man loves my body. He always has the right words, says the right things, I just can't believe that he's still single? If he is so attuned to women and how to say and do the right things around and to them, if he is so sensitive, why has he never been in love before, why has that never happened for him?
I reach out and rub my hand over his stubble, he hasn't shaved all weekend, and I love how the two days growth looks and feels.
“I’m sorry” I look down again as I say this, I'm burning with embarrassment. He lifts my chin back up so I look at him. His eyes are watching me, soft and gentle and I feel like I'm floating. I brush my fingers over his lips, his jaw, and his cheek, into his hair. He kisses me gently on the mouth.
“Please don't ever stop me touching any part of you just because you think I'm not going to find it sexy. If you don't want me to touch you for other reasons, that’s fine, just say, like you did earlier but never because you’re worried about what I'm going to think, I hate that you have these hang ups Lauren, I hate that you think that you’re less than perfect, whatever you might think, just remember, I think you’re fucking gorgeous and you’re perfect to me” I nod as he uses his thumb to brush my tears away and then he tastes them, like he did that first night, which was only just over a week ago. 9 days, that's all it's been, 9 days that have rocked my world!
~
We head out to the shops without having sex. I think he felt it was best to leave me alone after my shameful little tantrum. But he has told me he wants to chat about things later. That should be interesting!
I spot a few pieces I want to buy to brighten the girls room up a bit more. Well brighten isn't the right word, you need your sunnies on before entering now with all that pink. No, it's more to personalise it. We pick up a couple of 1 Direction doona covers for the beds and a fantastic pink lava lamp, then I spot a pink and chrome iPod doc, something I had noticed in the room was the lack of anything to play music on and I know how much 13 year old girls love music .
I buy, or rather Gabe does, a whole heap of funky photo frames and a huge clear Perspex frame. Not letting on to Gabe what my plans are for it. I'm going to be very busy tomorrow while he's at work and picking up the girls.
I am loving this, just wandering around the Shopping Centre, hand in hand, not caring who sees us. I see a few faces that I know, acquaintances who look and look twice. I also love watching women, watch him, even when they know I have caught them, they don’t necessarily look away, and it makes me smile. More than once he just stops in his tracks and gives me a little peck on the lips and it gives me such a warm fuzzy feeling inside, I walk around the shops looking like a stoned Cheshire cat.
We go food shopping next, which I leave to Gabe as he knows all of Ava's favorites but I do take mental notes of what he’s buying for future reference, my belly inexplicably flips at that word, future.
As we queue at the checkout, I see the wife of one of the electricians who work for Jason and she's staring right at us. I don't like the woman, never have, but have always been polite for Jay’s sake.
She puts up her hand and waves, so I smile politely back in acknowledgment. As I put the bags in the trolley, Gabe pays, and she comes over. Great!
“Hey Lauren, how's it going, how have you been?”
“I’m fine Julie, thank you”
“I'm so sorry to hear about you and Jay, such a shame, I always thought you two would go the distance, John says Jay’s devastated, has been a mess since you left and a nightmare to work with”
Bitch. Fucking nosey cow!
“Well, tell John I'm very sorry to upset the joy of his work day but if Jason had kept his dick in his pants and his hands to himself and not used them to slap me around, things wouldn't be such a 'nightmare' at work for HIM”
I even do that annoyi
ng finger coma, thingy, thing in the air as I say nightmare. The cheek of the woman, making it all sound like my fault when she has no idea what has gone on, spiteful, snipey bitch!
Gabe steps to my side, oblivious to the conversation going on between us.
“Right, just bread from the bakers, then I think we're done, then I can get you home and we can finish what we started earlier” He runs his mouth over the side of my jaw as he speaks. Oh there will be major, major, fall out when this gets back to Jay.
Julie Jug Ears doesn't miss a beat, looks from me to him and her mouth drops open. I smile politely and say sweetly, “gotta go Julie, need to get this man home and thoroughly fucked, nice to see you, say hi to John for me” I'm actually shaking with anger.
So, it looks like the end of my marriage is being touted as all my doing and me being with Gabe isn't going to help matters and neither will Julie once she starts spreading the word about that little encounter.
We walk away, Gabe pushes the loaded trolley over to the bakers with one hand, the other in the small of my back, sending delicious tingles through my body and I shudder and tuck my hand inside the waist of his trackies, I shiver, a combination of desire and anger. Gabe looks at me
“You cold baby?”
I smile and shake my head. Looking up at him I lean in and say “no, I just have an orgasm only half finished that I need to offload and your hands on me have just reminded me of that fact”
He leans into my temple and kisses my hair; his breath on me feels amazing, it’s just breath, carbon dioxide but coming from his body and sliding over mine, it feels like heaven. He pulls me into him with his arm now around me.
“Fuck Lauren you've just given me an instant hard on. I want to bend you over this trolley and fuck you right now. You will be getting bent over something and fucked when we get home, that I can promise you”
Oh wouldn't that be a story for Julie to go home and tell John. I actually get a thrill run through me at the thought of public sex! My face must be crimson, it is burning, and my whole body is on fire. He leans down and kisses me gently on the mouth as I say to him, “bread. Now. Home. Fuck. Quick”