Gabriel laughed lightly and kissed her fiercely.
"That's because you’re horny, and when we stop, your body has to deal with all the hard-on..."
"If I knew how to touch me, would it be better? Because I'm feeling pretty angry, frustrated and confused now”.
"If you have an orgasm, then it would be better..." He confirmed simply and let her think about what they had just talked about.
“OK.” She put the word out after taking a deep breath.
“OK?” The rocker raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean you want to try?" When she gave him a positive nod again, he had to bite his lip to keep from vocalizing what he was feeling. “Now?” Holy shit! Watch her touching herself would lead him straight into an orgasm, but he wouldn’t spill his hormonal reaction on his girl.
"I’m…" Lissa took the shakier to the hem of her dress and squeezed the cloth. "I'm ashamed of what you're going to see."
"We can turn out the light..." he suggested. "But I'll love every bit of your skin, Mel. You are beautiful!”
"My..." She started, but the word refused to leave her lips. Frustrated, she pressed a hand to her wrist.
"Your scars..." Gabe stroked her arms. "They're part of you. And I love you the way you are.”
Melissa searched for Gabriel's gaze, even with her watery eyes, saw nothing but truth and lust in his eyes.
"There are others... Not just in my arms.”
"That doesn’t change anything.” The singer said and leaned toward the bedside table, intending to turn out the light from the lamp. Lissa stopped him, holding his hand and leading to the hem of her dress.
"You showed me everything... You let me touch everything." She said, infiltrating her fingers into Gabriel's hair. “I want to do the same.”
He kissed her once more, before taking a seat on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
"Come here..." he called as she stared at him. “Slow down ... Let's do this slowly”.
She crawled over his legs until she settled on his thick thighs.
He kissed her, slowly at first, until he felt her relax in his arms, until their breathing became panting again until they were moaning each other's name. Only in this moment he deep the kiss and gently let his hands slide down her thighs, pulling up the cloth that covered her, tucking the dress into her thin waist. Then, he stopped and looked at her.
“You are beautiful!” He said, bringing his lips to the lobe of one ear.
"You still haven’t looked..." She tried to play, wanting to relax and enjoy what she felt.
"I've seen everything I need to know that you're beautiful..." He replied, his hands sliding the fabric back up. "There's nothing that can change that."
He knew how not to let her get lost in the limbo of self-deprecation, perhaps that was why she had felt nothing but an overwhelming surge of desire when he finally removed her dress and laid her on the bed, and moved to remove the panties that covered her.
"You can stop whenever you want..." He assured her when the small piece of clothing ran down her legs and was thrown to the floor. “Fuck! It's even more beautiful than I thought.”
She smiled, a little uncertain, but enjoying the look he was giving her.
When he grabbed her hand and carried it to her groin, she took a deep breath, feeling her heart thunder in her chest. She was unsure but she still managed to separate her legs slightly.
Gabriel understood the fear and embarrassment when his eyes found the marks on the delicate thighs, much more scars than on the wrists, deeper cuts that marked the pale skin and especially her soul, but that didn’t change anything. She was still beautiful to him.
Melissa waited, breathing out, as she watched Gabriel's face. She feared to find disgust in his gaze, but when he came upon his scars, his face full of desire and affection did not change.
He slid a finger through the marked skin and smiled at her.
“I already said.” He shrugged. "You're beautiful, and nothing is going to change that."
"It wasn’t a rebellious phase," she said. They were so close that the idea of lying to him seemed too wrong.
"I know..." The rocker replied simply. He had known it from the moment he first saw the scars on her wrist, but he had chosen to let her keep the correct information for herself, not wanting to make her talk about anything emotionally painful.
"It was the best way to deal with panic attacks, with memories... The pain ... I like the pain because it made me forget, at least for a while.”
"No anymore?" He continued to draw circles over her skin, in an unassuming and intimate affection.
"Nothing has the same effect since you kissed me at Christmas."
He nodded. She was a time bomb, but he'd think about it later... And find a way to stop her from exploding. Until then, he would kiss her as much as she wanted to if it would prevent further cuts.
Determined to give her everything she needed, he leaned over and pursed his lips to the point where he had been stroking.
“Gabriel!” She was alarmed, but was soon utterly intoxicated by the delicious sensation of the singer's lips kissing each of her scars.
When he focused his attention on the other thigh, she gasped.
"It's my turn..." she breathed.
He shook his head.
“You first”.
Gabriel imagined that she would be shy, but the hand that was on the lower abdomen followed to the groin almost immediately. With affection, he pulled the female legs even more, falling in love a little more to confirm that she was wet.
She moaned at the first touch and he returned to kiss the whitish lines scattered by the skin of her thighs, alternating kisses with praise and sensual teasing, his voice mingling with her moans were rising as the pleasure increased.
He hoped Angela was fast asleep in the next room because he would not make your girl to shut up or contain herself, not when she was so close to come to the first time.
“You’re the most beautiful sight I've ever had...” He said after watching her shudder, raise the hips of the mattress and then crashing down on it with his name out of the female lips in a long moan. “See you having an orgasm... is like a dream’s view.”
Melissa took a few minutes to breathe again normally and she was with a little difficult to re-open her eyes. Her body was completely relaxed, she felt slightly sleepy, but smiled when Gabriel took the kisses to her wrists.
“How can it be so good?” She languidly asked as he continued to climb the kisses, right down to the bare breasts. “Oh! And how can I want more?”
He kept the light suck that had begun, at the same time put his fingers to her soaked sex. She was so sensitive after orgasm, the light touch made her moan loudly.
“You are so soft...” He whispered against her nipple, making it even more bristling after she feel his breath.
“Gabe...” She called him with despair.
He took the look to the female face and stopped the movements of his fingers.
“No...” She complained, fidgeting. “Don’t stop. It's even better when you touch me”.
Gabriel intensely his kisses, stifling her moans when his fingers led to a new orgasm.
“You're hot as hell.” He took the wet fingers to his lips, tasting her taste.
Lissa blushed even more.
“That was amazing...” She smiled a big smile when Voss threw her back on the mattress and pulled her into his arms. “But, and you?”
He closed his eyes and took one of her hands back to his erect member.
She understood what he wanted and, pasting her body next to him she used a free hand to give support on his chest. The other was touching him as he had shown that he liked.
He wasn’t as vocal as her, but still the sound of her name coming from his lips into a groan when he came, was the best she had ever heard. Definitely, her favorite sound.
“You are also gorgeous when you have an orgasm...” She stroked closely for the last time and, curiously, slid her fingertip
s the thick liquid that had been spilled into the defined abdomen.
“Thank you!” Gabriel managed. “For every night. You’re awesome! “He went back to get hold of the curious hand continued to explore. “We better clean up before you leave me hard-on again.”
She would have to get used to the fact that he was always direct, without blushing violently every time he was explicit.
The singer left the bed, leading to his girl in his arms, and took them into the shower, letting the water clean them as he kissed her softly.
“Gabe?” She called softly when they were back in bed after the singer having her dressed in a male shirt. “It may be better than it was tonight?”
He stroked her face.
“It may be more intense...”
She nodded, thinking about it for a while, as she saw him retrieve her pantie from the floor and try to slide the piece down her legs.
“No...” She denied pulling the piece of clothing of his hands and threw it back on the ground. “It's wet...” Gabriel liked the way her face, now free of makeup, turned pink and for let her know that, he kissed her. “Do you mind if I just use your shirt?”
“Of course not, babe. And you're sexy as hell in my shirt.” With a smile on his face, he returned to the bathroom to brush the teeth and do all your complex nightly ritual of hygiene. “Mel?” He called her after a while. “Would you be very uncomfortable if I sleep naked?”
Melissa looked at him, looking at the bare back and hips covered only with a towel.
“Is it how you like to sleep?” She asked insecurely. He confirmed with a nod. “It was not how you slept every other night.”
“No...” He agreed. “And I can continue without doing that if it would make you feel uncomfortable and afraid. I wanted to make you comfortable and this remains my priority.”
“I think it's okay...” Lissa replied cautiously. “If you try some noise, it will be easier to cut your balls off.”
Gabriel laughed heartily, her morbid mood was back.
Removing the towel that covered him, he settled next to Mel in the spacious bed.
“Good night, babe!”
She shifted until she was with her body stuck to him, the head resting on his chest.
“Tomorrow...” she said softly, after he had closed his eyes and she ran her hand through his stomach. “You show me how to be more intense?
Gabriel gasped when she took his hand further south.
“Apparently, we can’t wait until tomorrow.”
“Hmm...” She liked the way he stretched and swelled in her hand. “Who needs sleep?”
“I don’t need...” He said, moving his hips to help her find a more intense pace.
“Nice! I'm really curious about one thing: What do you prefer, touches or kisses?”
She was even more amazing than he could have imagined, Gabriel decided when she smiled uncertainly and asked him to show how he liked to have kissed his sex.
Definitely, they wouldn’t sleep, and he couldn’t be more pleased and excited for it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - JUST THE WAY YOU'RE
“Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars
look like they're not shining...”[42]
M elissa even try but she couldn’t sleep. However, unlike the other times, what kept the girl awake wasn’t bad memories or scary nightmares. The reason for the insomnia was the rocker asleep over the messy bed and the silly, almost unexplainable, smile he had put on her face.
She was happy as she didn’t remember to be for a long ago and her surprising happiness had name, surname and worldwide fame: Gabriel Voss.
With a typical chuckle of passionate teens that even Melissa, in her shocking good mood, considered pathetic, the girl stared back at the sleeping singer and concentrated on walking slowly to the door. She should let Gabriel sleep as much as he wanted, but the day would dawn at some point and she wanted very much to do something that would certainly surprise the singer.
Carefully closing the door of the room, she had just left, afraid she would make too much noise, she ran to the room next door. She only remembered taming her excitement when she heard her best friend rummage over the bed as she rummaged through the bags with all the gifts Gabriel had given her.
“Lissa?” Ang called her sleepily as her friend reached for a black skull-print swimsuit. She laughs when she looks the swimsuit. It looks like Gabriel to imagine that she would like it, and the worst is that she had really liked it. “Where were you?”
Well, since she had woken her best friend, she would ask for help for a typical feminine dilemma she imagined she would never again afflict.
Leaving her suitcase and bags aside, Melissa stood up holding the swimsuit and bikini she had worn that afternoon and faced a curious Angela, still lying on the big bed.
“Which of the two?” She asked, showing the two pieces and purposely ignoring the question she had just heard.
Angela reached for the lamp on the bedside table and lit it. For a few seconds, she just stared at her best friend trying to understand the situation. A small malicious grin crept to her lips as she realized that her friend was standing in the middle of the room with a great physiognomy and wearing a masculine shirt that almost swallowed her.
"You don’t have to answer..." She laughed and raised her eyebrows in protest. "You were making fun of your hot boyfriend."
Embarrassed, Lissa looked at herself and felt ridiculous for being dressed only in Gabe's shirt. Damn it! She was wearing only his shirt. Her face must have flushed a thousand different shades of red because Angela wasn’t able to hold back a laugh.
"You guys were just getting caught... Wow, that's a fun night.”
“Oh, shut up!” Lissa complained, but ended up following her friend in the laughter. “Which of the two?”
"For you to use?" Ang approached to examine the two pieces of clothing. “The swimsuit, of course.”
“Great!” The bikini was thrown over the bed and Lissa came back to the bags to pick out a new dress. She decided to wear a navy blue, mangoes fulfilled.
"Wait..." Angela tried to stop her friend from leaving. “Where are you going? It's still dawn...”
Melissa glanced at the porch doors, watching the moon that would soon give way to the sun. Maybe it was really early.
"To the next room" she replied, returning to the middle of the room to retrieve a new sketchbook and crayons she had earned. "Now go back to sleep."
Before Angela could answer anything, Melissa was already out of the room. Carefully, she tried to not let anything fall, she hurried back to Gabriel's room.
He was still asleep and as she concluded that it was too early, she let the musician continue to sleep.
She locked herself in the bathroom, provided a quick shower, although she disliked taking the scent of Gabriel that was on her and put on the swimsuit.
She would have returned to room in less than 15 minutes if she hadn’t stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She still didn’t like what she saw and she didn’t feel the most confident woman in the world, her self-esteem was still deep in the pit... But Gabriel had seen everything she had always hidden from everyone and had said she was beautiful ... He even repeated, many times. Then, she would pretend he was right, just for a moment.
With her dress over her head, she returned to the room, and in this moment, she doesn’t care that she wasn’t wearing any makeup, and settled on the floor of the bedroom near the bed and began a new design.
She didn’t finish the sketch when she heard the raspy voice of the rocker calling her.
“Babe...” She rolled her eyes at the new affectionate nickname. “Come to bed”
OK. The call made her stomach contract and her skin shiver. She almost picked it up.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up..." She spoke softly, closing the sketchbook and standing, facing the singer. She didn’t deprive herself of running her fingers through his messy wires. "But since you've woken up, you have five minu
tes to leave that bed."
"Oh no..." He complained and, taking the girl by surprise, pulled her into bed. "Sleep with me, Mel.”
"I don’t think you're so interested in sleeping ..." Melissa answered with a laugh after she found herself lying on the mattress with Gabriel's body holding her, too close.
He returned the smile and brought his lips up to her neck, kissing her soft skin.
"I dreamed of you..." He said between his kisses. "You were right here, in this bed, so fucking beautiful, staring at me with shining eyes after cum. Ah, wait, it wasn’t a dream.”
She tapped on his chest, feigning outrage as her face heated.
“My gosh! How indelicate you are.”
“Indelicate?” He looked at her and laughed. "You've done better offenses."
It was true. But Melissa wasn’t interested in distilling her usual poison. Not in that moment. So, she hooked the rocker's neck.
"What do you think of a pool bath?"
The surprising question made Gabriel leave his kisses aside and face a blushing and passionate Melissa.
“Oh really?” He asked with a giant smile spreading across his face.
"Just you and me, while everyone is asleep..." She said ashamed, before the look she received. “The pool looks cool, you were all excited there and, well, now that you've seen... I don’t have to hide...”
“Hey!” Gabe shut up the girl with a sweet kiss. "You do not have to hide anything from me. But you also don’t have to do anything you don’t want just because it's something I want.”
Melissa giggled.
"I don’t do anything I don’t want to please anyone ..." She answered with her peculiar sincerity. "I'm curious about that lot of stuff you said you'd like to do inside the pool."
"I'm beginning to think curiosity is your middle name..." Gabriel teased and, unashamedly, left the bed revealing his naked body as he walked to his closet to retrieve a clean swimwear.
"Yours can be shameless." She screamed trying to calm the beating of her heart and the heat that began to warm his body. He was hot.
Still on the bed, she heard Gabriel's laughter in the closet.
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