He had said he loved her... Damn! The most unbelievable thing was that she believed.
With a sigh, she left the sketchbook she had sneaked back from her room when they had decided they would spend some more time together and, closing her eyes, leaned her head against the back of the comfortable couch where she was practically lying down.
Listening to the uncertain new melody that Gabriel produced, Lissa allowed herself to think about all the events of the day. The gifts Gabriel had given to her in the morning, Angela's arrival, the motorcycle ride through the city, the way she'd loved to see Gabriel in the pool, the sight of the wet body causing unexpected reactions, then the pool row and the amazing declaration of love... So much in one day.
And although some things might have stopped happening, as the completely improper form with which Karen related to Gabriel, the balance at the end of the day had been positive, so much that even hating the exchange of the two brothers, she wouldn’t change anything of that day. No if in the end the day had more good things than bad to remember.
Shaking her head to get Karen out of her mind, Mel opened her eyes when she heard Gabriel's voice humming what appeared to be a new song.
She watched him, dividing her attention between the long fingers that seemed to caress the keys of the piano and the concentrated face.
He was so handsome ... Charismatic, considerate, romantic and, yes, very attractive.
When he stopped to play, and looked at her with a smile, she remembered the way he had looked at her when she met Angela to watch him swim. The smile had stolen her breath before and it was doing the same at that moment.
She shifted, a little uneasy, when his only swimwear image came back to her mind and stayed. She had finally seen his tattoo and, like everything else in Gabriel, was spectacular. She wished she had looked more closely and, perhaps, touched the design and the skin of the his back.
When she realized, she had already straightened on the couch and opened her mouth to make a request that would make her die of embarrassment. Luckily, she could hold back in time.
Well, she could have kept herself from talking, but she couldn’t stop herself of thinking about how his half-naked vision had set her own body on alert, as when he touched and kissed her.
“Any problem?” Gabriel asked puzzledly, after realizing that she took another long look about himself, as well as a sigh and a restless stirring of the girl in front of him. “Do you need anything?”
"No." She sighed. "I mean... yes. Maybe”
Gabriel smiled and scratched his head.
"So, if you don’t tell me, I can’t help you, Mel. Be clear”.
“You know what? Never mind.” The girl collapsed on the couch. “This is crazy”.
"If it's crazy, I'll like it." Gabe left the pen he wore on the piano and turned to face Melissa. “You can start talking. I'm not leaving this studio until I figure out what you were up to.”
Melissa crossed her arms and took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to be cowed. Now she needed to go to the end. Even because she knew Gabriel well enough to know that he wouldn’t leave her alone soon enough.
"Okay, but if you start mocking me..."
“I'm not going. I promise.”
"Right..." She looked at her hands, embarrassed. "This afternoon, when you came out of the pool, shirtless, with a wet body... I could... I could see the muscles of your chest and I felt something strange... I'm intrigued because I've never felt anything like this before. I mean, in that intensity, without us having done anything. I can’t explain...”
"You wanted me, Melissa. Sexually”. There was no pretentious tone in the singer's voice. Gabriel spoke naturally, as if he were a teacher teaching something common to a student.
"It was different this time... Very different. I was curious enough to know what it would be like... Look closely.”
“Mel, look at me”. The singer asked.
Hesitantly, Melissa looked up and stared at the rockstar, who watched with a suffocating intensity. Her heart was pounding so hard that the girl was afraid she might have a heart attack.
"Is this what you want?" Gabriel tore off the shirt he wore and tossed it to the floor. His slender, shapely chest came up and down frantically, making it clear that he was shaken. "You don’t just have to see, you can touch too. You think you can do it?”
The girl nodded apologetically. She was distressed, surprised... Excited.
Gabriel smiled at her, trying to get confidence, and drew her close with a wave of his hand. He watched her approach slowly and stop by his side, half uncertain of what to do next.
Slowly and gently, as if he was afraid to frighten her, the singer took a trembling, icy hand from his girl and placed her on his bare chest.
Melissa struggled to breathe as she felt Gabriel's warm skin. Over her palm, the heat made her mad. Almost in trance, she allowed to explore the body offered.
Voss closed his eyes to take advantage of the exploratory touches, loving the way thin fingers slid down his skin, making him shiver.
“Is bad?” Mel asked, hesitantly, as the singer shuddered as her fingernails brushed the skin off his back.
"No..." He answered huskily and to ease the exploration of his back, he leaned against the piano. “Not even.”
"Is that good?" She laughed softly.
“Too much.” He confirmed, taking a deep breath to contain his arousal.
"It's so beautiful..." Lissa skirted the lines of the tattoo that occupied much of the white skin. "It's Maori, is not it? What does it mean?”
Gabriel tried to focus on what she was talking about, ignoring the way he felt hot and breathless.
"If you look well, all the symbols come together to form a stingray..." He cleared his throat to force his voice to sound clear.
"Yes..." Melissa laughed again, pleased to see that her touches destabilized the singer as much as his touches made her mad. "But it's more than that, right?" She slid her finger through the black ink that formed the tail of the stingray until it was close to the waistband of Gabe's shorts. “In the middle, it has a rose of the winds...”
"To show me the direction during all the journeys I make... so that I'll never forget the way back."
"Back to Sarasota?"
“Back to what Sarasota represents... And now, back to you and what you represent to me.”
When she thought he couldn’t dazzle her a little more, he would say things like that and leave her, completely, dumb.
“I can identify a turtle too, right at the beginning of the tail...”
“The Maori symbol for family. And the arrows down, continuity ... To remind me to always move on. The waves scattered throughout the drawing represent balance. And the hook at the tail end, prosperity.
Melissa leaned closer and laid a kiss on the drawing, her lips caressing the rose of the winds.
"Mel..." The female name came out as a moan, making her laugh a little more against the hot, creepy skin.
"The whole world already knew what this drawing means to you, right?" She rested her chin on one shoulder and, hugging him from behind, brought her hands back to her chest. “But I enjoyed discovering it like this...”
"I have another one..." Gabriel informed her, bringing his own hand to hers, pressing her thin fingers together. "No one knows, besides the tattoo artist.”
“Oh really?” Lissa became interested, excited at the thought of having something about Gabriel that she had the privilege of being the only one to know. “I don’t remember seeing another tattoo... But I was busy drooling on your bare chest.”
The rocker laughed, glad to see her play.
"You didn’t see because it was covered... But I enjoyed knowing you were drooling on me. It is on my hip, on the side of the hip, close to the groin.”
The information made Melissa gasp, feeling the excitement she experienced in the afternoon, triple. Without realizing it, she swore softly and her hand slid a little further south.
Gabriel prevente
d her fingers from descending further as she approached the button that fastened his shorts. His heart pounded even faster as he led his girl's hand along the side of his body until he reached the point where he had tattooed, shortly before the beginning of the tour, in cursive letters, the name of his most successful song. However, the tattoo meant much more than just the name of a song.
“It's a phrase... Stay Alive... To remind me to continue to fight for life, the desire to live.” He explained. "One day you'll see, and if you want, you’ll touch it."
"Will this day be today?" She asked mischievously, choosing to not think too much about what he had just said. She wanted to have something of her own, to feed her own desire to live.
"You know how to tease me..." He moaned softly again. "You're making me crazy with those hands touching me."
“And that's bad?” Lissa tried to keep hands, but the rockstar held her near him.
“Not at all.” He replied.
"That..." She kissed the shoulder where her face had rested. “It leaves you...”
“Horny?” He finished when she was too shy to say the word. “Fucking hell! And you?”
Bittencourt's face warmed to the direct question.
"I don’t need an answer" Gabriel spoke again, and taking the girl by surprise, he lifted her body and pulled her into his lap. The movement caused Lissa’s back to reach a few piano keys. "I can find out for myself."
“Oh yes? How?” She challenged him.
With a smile, Gabriel used his fingers to keep the feminine face up, so he could look into her eyes.
"You look even more beautiful when you're horny, Mel..." The compliment made the girl bit her bottom lip and her cheeks turned pink, just as he knew it would happen. He'd seen the same reaction the other times they let themselves go. "You bite your lip like that when you're aroused... Which makes me want to kiss you." To prove what he was saying, he kissed her in despair, increasing the mood of lust that seemed to envelop them. "And there's this beautiful blush on your face that gets so strong that I can even see despite the makeup... It stretches around your neck and makes your cleavage tantalizing... I'm crazy to know if the rest of your body it gets flushed too...”
"Gabe..." She gasped. She wants to touch the singer again, and at the same time wanting him to touch her.
As if reading the feminine mind, Gabriel began to distribute kisses by the neck and shoulder, as she liked.
"And you have your breath, which is choppy and fast, your eyes darkened and your voice hoarse..." Voss interrupted his kisses and slid his fingers down the region he had kissed until he approached her breasts. He waited, his gaze locked on hers, until Mel gave him a small nod as consent to continue. "And finally, I can see and feel your bristly nipples, even when they are covered.”
When he touched the prickly peaks, Lissa moaned softly.
"And there's something I can’t see or feel..." He replaced his fingers for his lips, pulling out new moans from his girl. “But I know you’re wet for me.”
Melissa stuffed her nails into his strong arms as the rocker hugged her tightly and deepened the movement of his lips into one breast, wetting the fabric of her dress and bra, making her tremble.
“Damn it! You're much better at it than I am... "She said, panting when he pulled away just a little.
"You have no idea what effect you have on me, do you?” Gabe used his hands to move the female body into his lap, making her feel what he meant. "You didn’t even try and you've got me close enough to cum."
She didn’t know it was possible, but she felt her body temperature rise even more.
"Do I really have that effect on you?"
“Yes… even more than it...”
"And how do you do it?"
“How I do what?” He questioned confusedly when he recognized a bit of frustration and anger in her voice.
“To deal with this... To get rid of all this tension...”
"A cold shower helps..." He chuckled nervously as he understood the question. “Focus on something else, take a deep breath... And sometimes, when it gets too intense, I masturbate. Tonight will definitely be one of those times.”
Lissa gasped and clung still more to the singer, moving her body so close to his that it seemed like they were going to merge into one.
"You're going to masturbate... Thinking about me?" She asked in surprise and uncertainty.
"If you continue with this..." He pressed his hands to her waist, preventing her from continuing to move in his lap. "I will not have to.”
“Can I see?” She asked quietly, ashamed.
“Fuck!” He swore, being taken by surprise at her request and watching his excitement grow even more. "Do you want to watch me while I masturbate?"
"Only if you want..." She wrinkled her hands together and lowered her head. “Forget it, that was...”
“Fucking sexy.” Gabriel completed before his surprise made her feel more insecure about her sexuality than she already was. “Come with me.”
Mel laughed with amusement as he stood up, her still on his lap.
"I can walk, Gabe..." she said after locking her legs around his waist.
"You can..." He nodded, walking effortlessly. "But it's better that way." He beat the distance to the bedroom quickly, kissing every bit of feminine skin he could get all the way through.
Already inside the room, he placed her gently on the bed, but he stood, facing her.
“Are you sure?” He asked before putting his hands on the waistband of his shorts and opening the button.
"Turn on the light..." she asked. She wants to be able to see more than the moonlight from the windows allowed.
"It's a good thing I'm not shy or embarrassed easy, is not it?" The singer joked and quickly lit the lamp on a bedside table. "Is that good?"
Lissa nodded. She felt her lips dry and her heart racing as she watched him get rid of the clothes he wore.
Gabriel wasn’t the first man she saw naked, but it was the first one she wanted to see.
"Are you thinking of me?" She whispered as a male hand wrapped his erection. She had no parameters for comparisons, but she could tell that Gabriel had no reason to be ashamed or shy.
“Babe...” He groaned, increasing the grip of his hand. "You're all I think about."
Watching the man in front of her, Mel discovered that he also blushed, painting pale skin light pink. This would undoubtedly be his first colored drawing.
“Gabe?” She called as he raised his pace and closed his eyes. “You're so gorgeous!”
Smiling as he puffed, the rocker stopped his movements and moved closer to the bed.
"Do you want touch me?"
“Can I?” Lissa crawled to the edge of the bed. "And if I don’t do it right?"
The rockstar answer was get hold of a female hand and put around his erection.
Encouraged by the moan that left the male lips, Melissa tightened her fingers around him and began a slight movement of back and forth.
There was an intoxicating sense of power to see such a handsome man delivered to her touches, especially to Melissa who never felt able to arouse such intense reactions in anyone.
“How do you like it?” She asked quietly, focused on making the moment the best she could.
Gabriel struggled against himself, wishing to prolong that moment indefinitely, but it was difficult... Even with clumsy, unsteady touches, she was leading him directly to climax.
“More pressure.” After taking a deep breath, he placed his hand over hers and showed how he liked being touched intimately. “Faster.”
Melissa kept the rhythm he had shown even as the male hand left her to work alone and brought her free fingertips up to the letters engraved on the skin of the left side of the male hip.
The truth is she was fascinated. With everything in him. So much that she wanted to observe and touch every detail.
"How do you like being touched?" The whispered question hushed the girl away from her movements and she focus on his f
ace. “When you masturbate...”
"I" Unconsciously, Lissa slowed. “I don’t know.”
With the clouded mind for so desire, the rockstar took a moment to understand what she meant.
"Have not you ever masturbated?" He asked with a mixture of disbelief and sadness.
"I've tried a few times..." She replied in shame, averting her gaze and pushing away the hand that touched him. "But it was never good enough to make me want to do it again. Before...” She paused, shrugged, and, after thinking for a second, touched his remaining erection. "I used to be clumsy and disinterested. And then... Then when I tried it was like reliving what happened, it was horrible and it looked so wrong.”
"It's not..." Gabriel replied earnestly, hating how much she'd been hurt. "There's nothing wrong with making yourself feel good about knowing your own body.” Gently, he took her hand away from him and bent down to look at her. “There is nothing wrong with knowing what you like sexually, which you prefer...”
"Until I met you... I would rather not think about it, and avoid any male touch."
"But it's not like this anymore," He remarked, remembering what she'd said the night before when her bad memories stopped her from continuing. "Now you want everything”.
"Everything with you..." Lissa corrected. "With you, I want to be a normal girl.”
“You can be whatever you want.” He assured her, kissing her slowly then. “You can do whatever you want.”
"I want you to touch me, I want you to kiss me, but I'm ashamed and afraid.”
"There's nothing to be ashamed of.” Gabriel caressed her face. “You don’t need to be afraid of. I'll never do anything you don’t want to. I promise!”
"I know..." She confirmed, kissing the fingers that ran down her lips. "I'm afraid I will not be able to continue, to frustrate you, to make you give you up on me."
"If you can’t continue, we'll stop. And then we'll try again when you're ready. Is not that what we've done?” He cupped her face with his fingers and kissed her forehead as she nodded. "And no matter how many times we must try, I will not give up. I love you! I will never give up on you”.
"It's terrible when we stop and... I feel empty and frustrated and angry and confused..."
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