‘Look, you’ve
got crotchless knickers after all,’ he grinned wickedly as he blew on me making
me shiver. If I wasn’t so excited knowing what was to come, I would have given
him a mouthful for ruining yet another of my favourite pairs of knickers. I
groaned as he put his face between my legs and his tongue lightly swept over my
clit. ‘Baby, you taste delicious,’ he groaned and he alternated between
licking, sucking and long slow lashings of his tongue all the way up between my
lips and I clutched the top of his hair and closed my eyes.
‘O my god,
you’re
so
good at that,’ I moaned and started to move my hips and ride
his face, which only spurred him on to lick and suck me harder. When his tongue
entered me I had to lie down and just give into it, as I came a number of times
crying out his name. When he finally pulled away, I lay trembling with my arm
over my face and he pulled himself up to sit next to me. I felt him grab my
hand and he pulled me back up and kissed me, his lips still wet and swollen
from me.
‘Mia I need
you,’ he sighed. I reached down and squeezed his erection and began to stroke
him up and down, trying to emulate the way I’d watched him do it to himself. He
started groaning as he kissed me, fondling one of my breasts. I pulled back,
lowering myself into the pool and stood between his legs. His face softened as
he watched me lick his shaft and he groaned, thrusting with his hips as my lips
slid over his glans, his fingertips reaching to my head to keep me attached to
him. I flitted my tongue over his tip, sucking as I felt he was already wet and
sticky with excitement. ‘Mia, that feels too good, I’m sorry I can’t wait,’ he
groaned.
I moved
back as he slid into the water and grabbed me and invaded my mouth with his
tongue. He turned me around and pushed me back against the side of the pool and
lifted my legs, crouched down and slid between them so I was sitting in his lap
again. He quickly thrust into me, both of us groaning loudly. The water of the
pool made it rougher than normal, and he squeaked up inside me and froze there
as I flexed and clenched around him. I grabbed onto the bar with one hand, my
other around his neck.
‘O god I
want you so badly,’ I groaned as he chewed on my neck.
‘Do you
mind if it’s a quickie? I’m desperate to come,’ he growled in my ear.
‘So am I,
do it.’
‘I’m going
to make it up to you and fuck you for ages next time, after all I did promise,’
he sighed. With every thrust he lifted me up and out of the water so my breasts
smacked its surface at each descent. With the water having stripped away any
outer lubrication, I felt every slide in and out and it the roughness of it
made me pant and tighten even harder. The water was swirling around us and I
could hear it slapping on the wall and feel it ricochet off into my back. I
gripped the bar hard and dug my fingers into his shoulder and let my head drop
back. ‘O god baby you’re coming, I can see it, I can feel it, let me hear you,’
he moaned as he pushed harder and harder.
‘Gabe I
love you,’ I whimpered as I started to quiver inside and out. He let himself
come as soon as he saw my orgasm start and kept fucking me until I screamed his
name and mine was over, before he backed me tightly up against the wall, pressing
his body into mine and rubbed his nose up and down my ear. He waited until the
water, along with our breathing, had calmed down and he carried me over to the
ladder and told me to hold on tight. I gripped him with my arms and legs as he
let go of me and grabbed the rails and pulled us both up each step until he was
standing on the side of the pool. He held onto me again and took me into a
clean while tiled shower room and leaned me against the wall as he kissed me.
‘You’re amazingly
strong, it’s a real turn on,’ I said smiling at him.
‘Wait until
I hold you up against the wall and fuck you, that should impress you.’ He
turned on the hot water and carefully lifted me up and off him and I watched as
he quite happily washed his privates in front of me. ‘So, I need to do some
actual swimming, do you want to come and join me when you’re finished?’
‘I’d love
to go in the steam room and sauna if that’s ok?’
‘Of course
it is, there are fresh towels up on the rack, help yourself and I’ll join you
in a while.’ He stroked my hair, kissed my forehead gently and headed out.
I cleaned
up and wrapped a towel around me leaving my damp hair loose and headed back out
to the steam room. I was pleased to see that it had a glass door and sat on the
moulded seat sighing happily as I watched him swim powerfully back and forth. I’d
never felt this strongly about anyone before, to be this happy just looking at
someone was something I’d never have conceived of, let alone how safe he made
me feel. Each day with him treating me like I was his entire world had
increased my levels of trust in the male species. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to
a hundred percent again, years of being let down had taken its toll, but it
felt like Gabe was slowing putting me back together again and I only hoped that
he felt the same way, that I was helping him just as much. Today love didn’t
suck, love was utterly awesome and I wiped a tear away from my cheek as I
watched him and was hit in the heart with depth of my feelings for him.
After about
twenty minutes my forehead was wet and my skin sticky. I opened the door and
breathed in the relative coolness of the pool air. Gabe was still swimming, but
had slowed his pace down so I headed to the dry heat of the sauna. I sat on the
top bench and swung around to lie down and closed my eyes. I could feel the
sweat clinging to my body, droplets running down my thighs and between my
breasts, listening to the gentle hiss of the coals burning in the corner.
I was woken
up to find I’d been uncovered, and Gabe spent the next forty minutes playing
out my incredibly hot sex in the sauna fantasy, figuratively and literally. He
was so focussed he made me come multiple times and I had to scream the words “I
quit” to get him to come. He plied me with water after, when I went all dizzy
from the heat and exertion and put his arm around me as we headed back to the
house. The grass under my feet was damp and I sucked in the cool air and looked
at our reflections in the glass of the extension, we were both pink and sticky
and my hair was plastered to my face, it wasn’t the best of looks.
‘I think I
need another shower,’ I sighed.
‘So do I. Let’s
go up and sort ourselves out and we can come down and have something to eat. There’s
a load of chicken left. You’re giving me one hell of an appetite with all this
sex,’ he smiled as he looked down at me. He let me in then followed, closing
and locking the door behind him. He dumped our wet clothes by the washing
machine and dropped the towel he was wearing. My eyes on stalks, I reached out
and ran my finger down his ribs and he caught it, kissed it and pulled my towel
off me and dropped it on the floor. We stood naked in the utility room
inspecting each other, me blushing and him smiling and he pulled me into him,
our moist bodies gliding against each other as we kissed.
‘Baby you’re
sexy as hell. You’re all I can think about,’ he groaned. ‘My head’s so full of
you, you’re driving me bloody crazy.’
‘I know the
feeling,’ I sighed as I looked up into his deep blue eyes. I was one seriously smitten
kitten.
‘I just
can’t believe how lucky I was to find you. If you’d taken a different subject
or gone to another Uni …’ he paused and shook his head.
‘Turned a
different corner and we never would have met.’
‘Did you
seriously just quote George Michael lyrics to me?’ he laughed. ‘While I’m
trying to be all sincere and romantic?’
‘I’m sorry
they just popped into my head, but it doesn’t matter what may have happened. We
did meet and you seduced a poor innocent virgin and corrupted her into a cock
worshipping, sex crazy, nymphomaniac.’
‘It’d
better only be my cock you’re worshipping as I’ve a jealous streak.’
‘You shock
me,’ I teased. ‘But who else’s would I worship? Yours is the only real life one
I’ve actually seen, let alone touched, kissed, sucked or had inside me.’
‘God stop,
now. You’re turning me on again. Come on we can shower, eat and chill out for
the rest of the evening.’
I took my
fourth shower of the day and washed my hair again to get rid of the smell of
chlorine and made sure I was scrupulously clean. Gabe washed his hair again too
and handed me a couple of towels.
‘Wow you sure
get through some towels here,’ I observed.
‘We have
loads with me swimming and showering a couple of times every day. Mrs Darby usually
does the towel laundry for me.’
‘Who’s Mrs
Darby and do I need to get jealous?’
‘No,’ he
laughed. ‘She’s our 50 year old cleaner slash housekeeper. She comes twice a
week, Mondays and Fridays and does all the cleaning and sometimes the shopping
and laundry. You thought I spent all my free time keeping this place spotless? I’ve
better things to do, like you,’ he winked. He towel dried his hair roughly,
looking incredibly sexy with it all damp and tousled. God how did I get so
lucky? Women would kill to get this guy and I had him. Not only did I have him,
he loved me. I smiled contentedly. ‘Why are you smiling like that Mia?’
‘I’m happy,
I’ve had a really nice weekend and I feel good. Thanks for having me.’
‘I’ve loved
having you,’ he grinned, making it clear he meant sexually.
‘How are
you going to manage when you’re not able to have sex with me after this op?’
‘God don’t
ruin my happy moment, let me live in the now. No sex with you for that long
will be utter torture.’
‘I can
always do blow or hand jobs for you and you’ve our cctv to watch.’
He sighed
and handed me the t-shirt he’d loaned to me the day before. He pulled on his
navy sweats with a cream long sleeved t shirt which hugged his upper body in
all the right places and we headed downstairs. I put the wet clothes in the
washing machine and found him in the kitchen. He pulled the chicken out of the
fridge and some left over roast potatoes and carrots.
‘Do you
want some chicken? I could fry up the potatoes with some garlic and do some more
veg.’
‘Is there
any bread sauce left?’
‘Yes about
half the bowl you made.’
‘I’d kill
for a cold chicken breast sandwich with butter and bread sauce.’
‘Bread
sauce in a sandwich?’
‘Love it.’
‘It’s two
pieces of bread, then if you count the sauce, that’s triple bread. That’s worse
than your peanut butter with butter on toast,’ he said with an amused frown.
‘Hey don’t
knock the foods that gave me these curves. What are you going to have?’
‘I’ll do
some fried potatoes without garlic so I can still kiss you later, some chicken
and I’ve the left over carrots. Plus I got us something for pudding later.’
I waited
for him to cook his meal and assembled my sandwich which made my mouth water.
We sat at the island and ate and he fed me the odd hot potato now and again and
kept chuckling at the happy noises I made as I ate. As he cleared up I put the
clothes in the dryer and returned. He poured us both a coke, me full fat, him
diet.
‘So it’s seven,
any preferences on what you want to do baby?’
‘Would you
think I was really sad if I said I’d love to snuggle up in bed again with you
and watch TV?’
‘No. I’m
totally beat, I’ve been running, swimming, you’ve fucked me to death and
bruised my ego winning at pool. It’s been a very eventful and fun, but tiring day.’
‘I haven’t
finished fucking you yet. I like it when we do it at night, it makes me all
sleepy.’
‘Jesus christ,
you’re unstoppable,’ he smiled with a shake of his head.
We headed
up and Gabe closed the shutters and lit some candles, turned off the lights, switched
on the TV and selected an action film for us to watch. I lay on my side and he
spooned behind me with his arm under my neck clasping my shoulder and the other
around my waist with his chin on my shoulder. I fell asleep in seconds and woke
up on my back to find him sitting up watching me, smiling.
‘O no, is
it morning already?’ I exclaimed in horror.
‘No you
just had a little sleep, it’s nearly nine, though I can’t imagine why you’re so
tired,’ he said with a mischievous grin on his face.
‘God I’m so
sorry. How long have you been watching me?’ I sat up and pulled the duvet
around me.
‘A while,
you looked so peaceful and happy I didn’t want to disturb you. I’ll go and get
you a drink.’
‘I’m ok
thanks.’
‘Well I’m
getting you one anyway as I need one and we have pudding to eat.’
‘Is it
sugary and really bad for you?’
‘Yes,’ he
smiled.
‘Bring it
on then.’
‘You’re so
bad.’ He kissed me and hopped out of bed in all his full naked glory and gave
me one of his knockout smiles and a wink.
‘Don’t do
that, you’ll make me faint again, like you did in English.’