Her Confession

by S. Valentine

  Tension coiled in her stomach as he parted her with his fingers. His mouth stretched wider as his tongue dove into her, lapping up her juices hungrily. His soft mumbles sent vibrations between her legs as he devoured her, and she knew that he enjoyed every bit of it.

  Gabi bit her lip to stifle her groans. Her nails clawed his shoulders, silently begging to feel more of him. Rocking her hips impatiently, she felt his smile on her skin as a dirty chuckle filled her ears.

  “Come here…” she pleaded.

  He jabbed her with his tongue, in and out repeatedly, pleasuring her with his mouth. His chin and cupid’s bow glistened with her wetness.

  Desire pulsed between her legs, a throbbing ache making his name spill from her mouth. She swiveled her hips, feeling his thick tongue fill her deeper. Grabbing his hair, spasms of pleasure rippled through her. Her abs tightened with every lick, her thighs trembling. She thrashed her head back, knowing she was close.

  Darion looked up at her from beneath his dark lashes, his smoldering erotic stare almost sending her over the edge. She felt her legs stiffen, her sex fluttering and burning, close to release. With one last slow, torturous lick, Darion pulled back.

  “Don’t stop,” Gabi spluttered. She pushed his head down, grinding onto his lips. He bit her clit playfully, but roughly, causing her to grimace.

  “I want you, Gabi…” his voice was ferocious.

  Dropping her legs to his waist, he shuffled up, catching her mouth in a kiss. Her tongue explored his with an overwhelming urgency, licking, tasting, sucking. She hooked her hands under his firm buttocks and pulled him into her. When he entered, hard and throbbing, she cried out involuntarily. It was painful at first, until her inner muscles relaxed and accepted his length. It was almost impossible for Darion to be any more blessed.

  Her jaw ached as their lips smashed together. They kissed until they were breathless and both panting for air. Gabi looked at him. She could see beads of sweat forming on his brow. His eyes were dark and possessed as they always were in the throes of passion. His mouth curled back in a dangerous smile.

  “Faster?”

  He slammed into her forcefully, moving in and out of her endlessly. Gabi buried her face in the crook of his neck. She lost herself in the musky scent of his aftershave as she planted a trail of firm kisses across his skin. As she nipped gently with her teeth, she noticed Darion’s jaw clench as he tipped his head back, giving her further access. The deep guttural groans that eased out of his throat turned her on. She liked nothing more than seeing him in pleasure.

  She hooked her legs tightly around his waist, jerking her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. As he plunged into her even faster, she squeezed her lids shut, her nails digging into his back. It was almost too much to bear. Each time he hit her sensitive spot, she felt ready to explode, to succumb to the orgasm that was threatening to tear into her.

  “Fuuuck…” Darion ground his teeth.

  Gabi clenched around him as she felt him twitch inside her. The thickness of his shaft filled her perfectly. Their stares locked, the raw passion between them visible. Gabi could feel an orgasm building. She sucked in air, her heart slamming against her chest.

  Rocking her hips to meet his fast rhythm, she winced as Darion grabbed a fistful of her hair, bringing her mouth to his. His tongue dove in, invading greedily.

  Gabi’s core tightened, her muscles contracting around him. She gripped hold of Darion, anchoring him to her, wanting to feel every bit of him if she could. As deep as possible.

  “Gabi…” Her name came out a weak cry.

  She felt him expand inside her. He grunted as he pushed in deeper, coming over and over, letting his climax overtake him. Gabi moaned out, shuddering, as her own orgasm rippled through her body. Her muscles throbbed as she surrendered to the divine release. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, making her legs tremble.

  Eventually her body went limp. Gabi lay there, catching her breath, willing her heartbeat to slow. Darion’s body weight crushed her, but she didn’t want him to move. She could feel the beat from his chest on her own, could feel the warmth radiating from him.

  She reached up and stroked his hair. She felt her heart swell. He was so sexy. He was easily the best lover she had ever had. She couldn’t imagine this kind of pleasure with anyone else. It was addictive. She craved him. Darion Milano certainly knew what he was doing.

  After a few minutes, he pushed himself into a seated position. His gaze lingered over her body, and he flashed her a satisfied smile.

  “What am I going to do with you?” She giggled.

  “Everything,” he said, his expression serious.

  “Let’s go to bed,” she said softly.

  Her limbs were aching, her eyelids heavy, and she was shattered. She wanted nothing more than to sleep naked with him, skin on skin, cuddling, listening to the sound of the blowing wind outside her bedroom window. There was nowhere else she’d rather be that was so soothing, relaxing.

  Darion rose to his feet and held out his hand for her to take. She did, allowing him to yank her up. As she headed toward her room, she felt his hand skim between her legs gently, making her sex flutter. She groaned inwardly. Darion was such a tease. She doubted she’d get any sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  The next morning, Gabi was pulling on her nude heels when Darion strolled down the hallway, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He ran both hands through his hair, smoothing it back, and took the cigarette between his fingers, blowing out smoke. Gabi glanced up at him and felt the fluttering of nerves in her stomach. She was insanely attracted to him—the forever naughty glint in his eyes, and the slow smirk on his face that held some sort of secret. He was as mysterious as he was intriguing.

  He stubbed the cigarette in the bin and took his coffee from the side, taking a long swig. Gabi found herself studying his full lips, the stubble that surrounded his mouth, and his strong, defined jaw. She felt the urge to kiss it. Catching her staring at him, Darion placed the cup on the side, and slowly approached her.

  He hooked his arms around her waist, his gaze on hers. She could look at him all day, every day, and never get bored. And that was with clothes on! As he brushed his lips against hers, she felt her heart drumming inside her chest. Tightening his grip, he pulled her against his firm body. Gabi melted into his embrace, her tongue searching for his desperately. They worked their lips together in sync, soft moans escaping, their hands burying in one another’s hair. A wave of longing washed over her, and she felt that familiar needy ache for his touch.

  “How long do you think this honeymoon stage will last?” she asked with a giggle, curiosity sweeping over her.

  His brow furrowed in confusion.

  “You know, not being able to keep our hands off each other.”

  “Forever, I hope.” His tone was serious.

  He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. They stared at one another in silence. When together they forgot about the world and its problems. The only thing that mattered was each other. They felt happy and safe in their little bubble, if they didn’t overanalyse everything. It was nice not thinking about things now and then, just enjoying the moment, the relationship for what it was.

  In an ideal world, Eva wasn’t in the picture; neither were the dancers, and neither was the club. But then Darion wouldn’t be the person he was. A small part of Gabi was actually drawn to some of his flaws and insecurities. He was like a puzzle she wanted to solve. How could she ever get bored if she was constantly trying to figure him out? One day, she’d get to know the real him. She hoped.

  Noticing the way he was intently watching her, she felt a sudden attack of insecurity. What was it he desired about her so much? She felt attractive with her naturally long blonde hair, pretty face, and slim body, complete with curves in all of the right places. She took care of her appearance and dressed well.

  However, she’d seen the type of women Darion had attracted in the past: wild looking, with tattoos, collagen-inject
ed lips, and silicone boobs. They were the sort of women that wouldn’t be out of place on the pages of men’s magazines. Gabi glanced down at her navy knee-length skirt, matching blouse, and high heels. She anxiously fiddled with her nails, wondering if she looked plain in comparison. Was she enough for Darion, or would he leave her when he needed a new sexual thrill?

  “Do you think I should get a tattoo somewhere?” she asked him outright. “Just a small one?”

  “No,” he responded without a moment’s hesitation. “I don’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “You’re different to every girl I’ve ever been with.” He traced his thumb along her bottom lip gently. “Let’s keep it that way.”

  “What about a piercing somewhere, or something?”

  “Gabi, you’re naturally beautiful. You don’t need to accentuate anything. Believe me, you stand out already.”

  Gabi felt herself swell with confidence. As he returned to his coffee, she faced the mirror, pulling her hair into a high ponytail. She then added mascara to the lashes that framed her brown eyes, and wiped a slick of pearly gloss over her full lips.

  “Fancy breakfast?” he asked. “We have plenty of time.”

  “If you’re making it.” She smiled.

  “Gabi, you know I like the simple pleasures in life, and food is one of them.” He made his way toward the cupboards and began searching through them.

  “Do you like cooking?” She plopped herself onto a chair at the table.

  “I suppose. I don’t get time to do it often. Everything is always so hectic in my life.”

  “I can see that,” she muttered under her breath.

  “I can rustle up some pretty fancy dishes, but there’s nothing better than going to a restaurant.” He turned to face her. “What are you in the mood for? Omelette, pancakes, waffles, quiche, scrambled egg muffins?”

  “I’m impressed you can cook all of that from scratch. You’re a man of many talents, Mr. Milano.”

  “I learnt how to cook growing up. I had no choice.” He paused for a second, and a flash of what appeared to be sadness and disappointment crossed his face. “Anyway, what will it be?”

  “Um…” Gabi bit her lip, wondering why he cooked his own meals growing up. Gabi knew that cooking wasn’t one of her specialties. Her mom had never let her lift a finger when she lived with her. From laundry, to cooked dinners, to cleaning, she did it all. Now that Gabi thought about it, she supposed she’d been a tad spoilt. Gathering her wits, she said, “An omelette sounds good…thanks.”

  As Darion began making breakfast, Gabi smiled and took out a gossip magazine from her handbag. Setting it on the table, she began flipping through the pages. I could certainly get used to this. She was engrossed in a story, when ten minutes later, Darion placed an omelette before her. She inhaled the divine smell.

  “This looks delicious.”

  “Enjoy.” Darion winked, sitting down.

  “What do you have planned for tonight?” Gabi asked, digging her fork into the omelette, and popping some in her mouth.

  “Not much.”

  “You not going to the club?” she found herself prying.

  “Yeah, I’m gonna pop in.”

  She stilled for a moment, holding her fork in mid-air. She couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t invited her along, like he usually did. Shrugging it off, she continued to devour her breakfast. When her plate was empty, she glanced at the wall clock.

  “I guess I better get to work.”

  “Me too.”

  When Gabi had gathered her handbag, mobile and car keys, she followed Darion out of her apartment. She gave him one final kiss before climbing into her car. As she started the engine, she stole a quick glance at him. He was talking on his mobile. She felt a pang of jealousy. She prayed to God they both could overcome their trust issues before they tore them apart.

  Chapter Eight

  Darion

  It was early afternoon when Darion arrived at the club. He immediately sensed something was wrong. Gina, Lexi, and Marnie were stood in a circle, their features twisted like they’d been sucking on lemons. Silence filled the air as he approached them.

  “Don’t stop talking on my account,” he said, pulling out a stool. He looked at each of them questioningly. “What’s going on?”

  “We’re not happy, Darion.” Marnie folded her arms across her chest, causing her breasts to rise up.

  He remained silent waiting for her to explain.

  “It’s Eva,” Lexi informed him. “We can’t work with her, Daz. She’s driving us nuts.”

  Darion retrieved a silver tin from his pocket. Snapping it open, he took a cigar, popped it in his mouth, and lit it. “What do you mean?” He took a long drag, prior to blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth.

  “She thinks she’s in charge of this damn place. She’s laying down too many rules,” Marnie said.

  Darion clenched his teeth. “I told Eva to stay upstairs.” He slowly rose to his feet. “She knows I’m in charge here.”

  “Well, I suggest you speak to her,” Gina said firmly. “She’s obviously not on the same page as you.”

  “Another problem I don’t need.” Darion sighed heavily. “I’ll sort it.”

  He exited the room, making his way toward his office. He loosened several buttons on his top, feeling a hot flush sweep up his neck. He massaged the back of it in an attempt to soothe his aching muscles. He couldn’t keep letting Eva get under his skin. The atmosphere in the club was usually relaxed, with the girls drinking and enjoying themselves. He didn’t like seeing them worked up and stressed.

  Taking a final puff on his cigar, he stubbed it out and poured a glass of rum and Coke. He finished it in several gulps. Slamming the glass on his desk, he sank in his chair, closing his eyes. Women. They seemed to be every problem he had at the moment. He needed to sweeten the girls up, that was for sure. They hadn’t had a lock-in for a while; perhaps he’d party hardcore with them soon, like the good old days. One thing he couldn’t let Eva affect was his relationship with the girls. He couldn’t afford to lose them.

  He spent the rest of the day responding to client query emails and calls. The club’s membership list was ever-growing, and a few private parties had been booked over the next few months. He tore open a parcel on his desk and took out shiny leaflets. He ran his finger along one, taking in the photographs of the lavish club upstairs, and the crowd of beautiful people—voyeurs, fetishists, exhibitionists, sadists, masochists—fun, free-minded couples and singles of all sexual preferences.

  He felt his cock strain against his jeans as memories of the playrooms invaded his mind. When they were married, Darion had been introduced to the world of swinging by Eva. She was after a new sexual high, and there wasn’t much they hadn’t done. They’d drunk booze and flirted with other couples online. There were thousands of members on the swinger’s forums and chat-rooms. They’d met a couple and engaged in soft swinging before attending parties and swingers clubs. When they eventually participated in partner swapping, Darion had feared he’d be jealous and unable to go through with it. However, watching the woman he loved, the woman that was going home with only him, being pleasured by another man right before his very eyes was arousing. It was like a live porno. And so he and Eva had been hooked. The rest, as they say, is history.

  Darion had a taste of that world and couldn’t give it up. It was like an addiction. When he and Eva had split, he’d enjoyed sexual freedom. Every girl in the club was available, and Darion sure took advantage. He was living every man’s fantasy.

  He knew Gabi was nervous about the whole swinging lark, but he believed she’d come around to it. She hadn’t once asked him to give the lifestyle up, nor given him any ultimatums. They’d played in the swinging rooms in the past, although they’d only stuck to one another. Gabi had shared a few kisses with other people, but that was as far as it had gone. Gabi was definitely heteroflexible. She was curious about women―he was sure of it. He couldn’t
wait until the day when Gabi could fully let go of her inhibitions, and they could enjoy swinging to its full potential. They would move on from soft-swinging, purely to satisfy one another.

  As long as the rules were adhered to, Darion didn’t believe swinging was classed as cheating. How could it be cheating if all involved knew about it and agreed to it? As long as both parties regularly communicated, agreed what level to take swinging, and what rules to abide by, then nobody could get hurt. Darion was open to everything. He only had three rules: no sex unless both agreed, safe sex always, and no separating. All sexual activity had to take place whilst they were in the same room. Unlike Eva, he was pretty confident Gabi wouldn’t break that rule and tear his heart into a million little pieces.

  Darion separated his sexual life and his emotional life. In the real world, he wanted a loving relationship with one woman, and one woman only, with no secrets. Never would he betray a girlfriend, especially outside of swinging, and he expected the same in return. He found it difficult to trust women, but hoped that in time, Gabi would fully restore his faith.

  Chapter Nine

  Gabi

  Gabi slung her bag over her shoulder and waved at the tutor with a smile. As she exited The Royal Dance Academy, she was hit with a busy street of people rushing past. The sound of traffic filled her ears. The smell of damp air met her nostrils. It must have rained whilst she was indoors. Usually the dull weather would have her high spirits plummeting. Not anymore. She was always on cloud nine when she’d had a lesson. The exercise released feel-good endorphins, made her skin glow, and made her muscles become firmer. If there was one thing Gabi was passionate about, it was dancing.