‘Great
thanks,’ he sulked.
‘O Gabe
don’t get upset. They’re just my fantasies, I’ve something better for my
reality now, I’ve got you.’ I tilted my head back for a kiss and sighed happily
for a few minutes until he pulled away. I put my hands into my t-shirt and we
locked fingers as the film started. I felt Gabe laughing as I oooo’d and
ahhhh’d at the action and about half way through he apologised and pressed
pause. ‘GABE, what are you doing?’
‘Sorry baby,
but now I need to pee and I don’t want to miss anything. Don’t move I’ll climb
up and out,’ he said with a kiss to my neck. I sat forwards as he left go of me
and stood up on the chair and jumped off.
‘Can you
bring the ice cream and two spoons?’
‘You don’t
want a bowl?’
‘No! You
eat out of the tub, like eating fish and chips out of a newspaper. It’s not the
same in a bowl.’
‘I’m going
to have to break up with you on grounds of crazy ideas with food.’ He kissed me
and headed upstairs. I checked my phone, but there was no message from Lexi. I
was going to have to have words with her about lack of sharing when it came to
her own personal life. Gabe came back in and climbed back up onto the sofa and
slid down behind me and handed me the tub of cookie dough. He’d wrapped a tea
towel around it so my hands wouldn’t get cold, he really could be so sweet
sometimes and he wondered why Julie had fallen in love with him?
‘Thanks
Gabe. I’ll put it on the side for a while as I don’t like it cold.’
‘It’s ice
cream, it’s meant to be cold,’ he laughed. ‘Hence the term “ice” being used in
part of its name.’
‘So? Salad
Cream doesn’t contain salad, names aren’t always true to a dish Mr Smug.’
‘So you
really don’t eat ice cream straight from the freezer?’
‘No, you
don’t get full flavour if you eat it solid, it needs to soften up. Let’s put it
in terms you understand then, it’s a bit like uncorking a good bottle of red
wine, you don’t just gulp it down, you leave it to stand, to breathe and warm
up to enhance the flavour. That’s what you do with ice cream.’
‘You’re seriously
crazy, yet somehow I’m still madly in love you Mia Page.’ He put his arms back
around me and tilted my head back to kiss my lips.
‘Thanks,
that’s so sweet. Now put Vin back on please I’m getting withdrawals.’
He shook
his head at me and pressed play. I let the ice cream rest for about fifteen
minutes before picking it up and handing him a spoon over my shoulder. He dug
in and I heard him make a noise of appreciation and I smiled and took a spoon
myself and we polished off the whole tub between us. This was bliss, my
favourite food, good films and to have a guy I was crazy about, and felt the
same way about me to share it with, I never thought I’d have that.
I twisted
round in my seat and kissed him quickly and turned back to the film as he
kissed the side of my neck. I fumbled with the buttons on the chair and found
the heated seat one and as I snuggled even further back into him I smiled as I
felt an erection in my lower back. Much as I’d love to have done something with
it, there was no way I was interrupting the action again, it was awesome. I
loved it so much that as the credit started to roll I started clapping and he
laughed at my enthusiastic response.
‘O my god
that was awesome Gabe.’
‘Yeah
except for the last few scenes.’
‘What was
wrong with it?’ I asked.
‘Well come
on, that was the longest runway ever made by man, they were charging down it
for ever and how would a military vehicle keep up with a plane on full throttle
attempting take off?’
‘O Gabe,
sometimes you take things far too seriously. It’s a movie, if they only stuck
to things that were in the realms of possibility we’d never have had Star Wars,
Alien, Jaws, Avatar, Face Off, Kill Bill, Terminator or Blade or any of the Harry
Potter movies and you’re telling me the world would be a better place without
all of those? To me that’s the whole point of movies, to suspend belief a while
and escape into another world. We live reality every day, who wants to pay to
go and see that, you want something that takes your breath away, makes your
mind go to places you never imagined. You have no problem watching Arrow on TV
or The Vampire Diaries and I’ve seen your Smallville and Supernatural DVDs on
the shelf downstairs and you can’t get more far-fetched yet seriously
entertaining than those. Why are you smiling at me like that?’
‘Because
it’s nice to see you so animated and passionate about something you really
believe in. You should become a movie critic as you enjoy them so much.’
‘I should
shouldn’t I? Good if I could get paid for it too, that would be an amazing
job.’ I could rattle off hundreds more movies on my favourites list to convince
him, but I suddenly turned my attention to his hands as I felt them move down
my stomach. I held my breath as my hairs all stood on end in anticipation of
what he may be doing. When his one hand slid down to cup me over the small
triangle of material covering me, I sighed and forgot all about my passion for
films, I’d got a new favourite pastime, called Gabe Austin. His other hand went
up under my t-shirt and started fondling my breast as he kissed my neck. I
pushed my hips up to meet his hand and groaned. It felt like forever since he’d
touched me, not just a few hours. ‘Why have you waited so long to touch me Gabe?’
‘I told you,
you were angry. I wanted you relaxed and happy,’ he murmured.
‘I
am
relaxed and about to get very,
very
happy.’ I sighed. I twisted my upper
torso so that I could lean my head back and let him kiss me. His fingers
slipped under my string and he groaned to find me wet and ready for him. I
reached down and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head
and threw it.
‘God baby,
your nipples are hard already.’ His fingers went to work on them as he easily
slid two fingers of his other hand up into me and circled my clit with his
thumb.
‘
Ooooo
Gabe,’ I groaned. I’d already turned to liquid, my body was so tuned into his
touch and the anticipation of him sliding his cock into me.
‘Is that
good?’
‘Yes,
really
good. Please tell me you’re going to fuck me this time?’
‘Yes I’m
going to fuck you,’ he growled in my ear in a gravelly voice that put Vin in
the shadows. It was enough to make me come on spot and I writhed in his lap, my
feet scrabbling on the smooth leather to try and get a grip so I could rise up
and push his fingers into me further. As my body stopped shaking, I lowered the
foot rest and threw the blanket off me and over the back of the chair and stood
and turned to face him. His eyes devoured me standing there in my g-string all
flustered and chest heaving with my recent orgasm, I wanted him inside me, the
sooner the better. He pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing his magnificent
torso and I gripped the edges of his joggers and he lifted his hips as I pulled
them down and threw them out of the way and groaned as I looked at the slabs of
quivering muscle in front of me, he was just perfect.
I couldn’t
resist the sight of his thick penis standing up in front of me, so I kneeled
down and gave him a slow blow job until he pulled my head away and lifted me up
into his lap and we kissed furiously. I wasn’t sure if I were more desperate
for him, or the other way around. I started to grind my hips and rub myself up
and down his hard on and moaned as it started to caress my clit. He startled me
by ripping my g-string off and thrusting upwards while he pushed me down onto
him and I yelped, throwing my head back as I felt him run me through. He held
my hips and helped guide me up and down, then back and forth as his lips found
my burning nipples. He sucked hard and gently bit and pulled them and I
screamed my way to another orgasm as he groaned loudly while I pulsating around
him. He stood up in one smooth fluid movement, still inside me and turned and
lowered me diagonally across the chair and gripped it.
‘Gabe,’ I
whispered as I looked up into his burning eyes. ‘Fuck me really hard, as hard
as you can.’ He didn’t let me down, he thrust so hard and fast I had to dig my
fingers into his shoulders and just let my body flow naturally with his rhythm
as I couldn’t keep up with him, I felt like I was merging with him. Yet despite
the speed of it, he still managed to hit every pleasurable spot inside me, he
was just incredible.
‘
Fuck
Mia, you feel so good. Come for me, I need to come with you,’ he groaned. I
closed my eyes and concentrated on my panting and the feeling of hot moisture
seeping out of me as he pounded me again and again. My skin glistened with
sweat as I felt my body start its ascent to another climax. I started to fight
it, I knew once I came he would and I wanted this unbelievable sensation to
last for ever.
‘
Gabe
,
don’t stop, please don’t stop, I don’t want it to stop.’
‘Fuck baby,
please come for me,’ he groaned, a sheen of perspiration appearing on his
forehand and over his body.
‘Noooo.’ I
held my breath to try and stop the wave that was threatening to overcome me and
my body started to tense.
‘Miaaaa god
please, I can’t hold off much longer baby,’ he begged. I felt my head tingling
from the lack of oxygen and started to thrash underneath him as my nails broke
the surface of his skin. I heard him yelling my name and I finally sucked in a
huge breath and my whole body started convulsing.
‘Gabe,’ I
cried out, in a high pitched voice.
‘MIA,’ he
roared and I felt him thrust one final time and a scalding torrent of come
coating my insides as he collapsed down onto me. I was hit by one violent convulsion
after another and felt tears rolling down my face as he kissed me gently. I
felt him unload into me repeatedly as his arms wrapped gently around me and
held me close to him as I continued to shake and twitch. ‘Mia,’ he whispered. ‘I’ve
got you baby. I’ve always got you.’
He rolled
over onto his back taking me with him and I lay outstretched on his glistening body
as I slowed to a gentle quiver and gasped for air. Every time we had sex I
couldn’t imagine it could get any better, but somehow he took me to new heights
every time, tried new angles, positions, speeds, it was just mind boggling and
simply bloody fantastic. He reached up and grabbed the blanket and threw it
over me and held me with one arm and stroked my face. He cupped my chin and
kissed me gently, letting his tongue glide in and out until I was calm again, then
pulled my head down onto his chest. I reached up and stroked his hair with one
hand and placed the other over his pounding heart and watched my fingers flex
with each powerful beat. I felt a hand slide to cup my buttock as he gently
buried himself deeper into me, we couldn’t be closer if we tried. I finally
lifted my head of his chest and saw his eyes searching mine.
‘I love you
so much Gabe, you’re incredible,’ I whispered with a blush.
‘Are you
ok? You’ve never orgasmed that hard before, I thought you were going to pass
out. Was it too much?’
‘It was a
lot of orgasm Gabe,’ I nodded with a smile, ‘but I
loved
it, I never
wanted it to end.’
‘Thank god
it did, you nearly killed me. I’ve worn off all that pizza and ice cream in
that one session,’ he said as he smiled gently at me.
‘Do you
think people who don’t have sex, don’t love each other as much?’
‘What do
you mean?’ he asked puzzled.
‘Well I
love you and I miss you when I’m not with you, then I see you and I love you
even more, but when we’re doing …
that
, it’s like I couldn’t love you
anymore if I tried. It’s like sex with you makes my love even more intense.
Does that make sense?’
‘It makes
perfect sense to me because I feel the same Mia. When I look at you as you’re
coming you’re so totally mine in that moment, it’s like we’re one and I never
want it to end.’
‘I can’t
understand how you had so much sex before and never felt like that.’
‘Neither
can I baby,’ he said as he gazed at me intently and swept some hair away from
my face, ‘but I guess I was just waiting to find you to feel it. You make it so
amazing.’
‘Wow, you’re
so sweet sometimes,’ I gave him a quick peck on the lips. ‘Will you promise not
to judge me if I tell you something now?’
‘Ok,’ he
said, not looking entirely convinced.
‘I could
really eat some of that left over cold pizza.’
He burst
out laughing. ‘God Mia, I love how you keep on surprising me. Are you ok to sit
up now?’
‘Yes I
think so.’
‘Great
because you and this heated seat thing are going to scald my butt one day, I’m
dying down here.’ He sat up and I kissed him and reluctantly lifted myself off
him.
‘I’ll be
back in a minute.’ I smiled and went upstairs, one hand firmly grasping the
bannister as my legs felt a little shaky. I went to the toilet and cleaned
myself as best I could, I was still soaking wet with my arousal and really swollen
down below. I’d just had a
seriously
intense orgasm, but if he said he
was ready to go again, I knew I’d want to, I still wanted him. I couldn’t seem
to get enough of him and I wondered if it was the thought of not being able to
have sex after my op, or if he was right, that I was as hopelessly addicted to
him sexually as he seemed to be to me.