Saviour (Saviour #1)(34)



There, it's out there, I’ve asked for sex, I’ve said it, out loud. Please don't reject me, please don't turn me down, not when I am on such a high, it would be such a long way to fall, and I know it would be painful. He kisses me hard on the mouth.

“Oh Lauren, I have every intention of bending you over and f*cking you every which way I can. But I thought that as its getting cold out here, we could go inside, have a nice hot shower and f*ck the rest of the night away, in the comfort of our own bed”

I blink a few times as my insides liquefy, I try and take in what he has just said but the only part that keeps repeating in my head is “our own bed”.

“Wait here” he orders “I'll go get a towel” He steps out of the spa and I watch his sexy, tight little bum, again, as he heads for the bedroom. Our bedroom?

“You have the best arse” I shout out and he hesitates for a beat and I see him shake his head and I just know he's laughing. He returns with a towel round his hips. Wow and high five to that image. He holds out another towel for me. I step out of the spa and into the towel, he wraps it around me and takes my hand and leads me into 'our bedroom' and on into the en suite. I sit on the edge of the bath as he turns the shower on. There is a huge shower head in the middle of the wet room, with body jets positioned around on three sides so water hits you from all angles. The room instantly starts to steam up, he drops his towel and holds his hand out to me, I stand and drop my towel like getting naked in front of thirty five year old men is something I do every day.... and take his hand. The water is lovely and warm and causes goose bumps as it hits my cool skin.

“Are you allowed to get your hair wet?” he asks

“Not really but Jo washed it the other day for me, she just washed around the glue”

“I think I can manage that, if you want me to?”

“Go for it Vidal” Shit, did I seriously call him Vidal? Talk about showing your age Lauren, would he have any idea what of I’m talking about? Oh well.

He puts shampoo on his hands and standing behind me, very gently massages it into my scalp, avoiding the glued area on the left side of my head.

“Tilt your head back; I don’t want this running in your eyes”

I do as he says and he runs his fingers through my hair as he rinses the suds out. He repeats the process and I actually feel like I could fall asleep standing up. He finishes with the conditioner; I stand with my eyes closed and my head back as he rinses the last of product out of my hair. His hands reach around from behind me and he starts soaping both of my boobs, he pulls me into him so I rest my head back on his chest. His hands reach up and around my throat, under my arms, back over my boobs and down over my stomach, then behind me and in-between my bum cheeks. With one hand on my belly, Gabe’s other hand reaches between my legs from behind, he pushes two, maybe three fingers inside me, his thumb is circling the hole in my backside, it feels, hmmm not sure about that, how does it feel? It’s not uncomfortable but it’s not something that's ever appealed to me!

Gabriel guides me to the tiled wall of the wet room, out of the flow of water from the shower head above us but still within the range of the body jets.

“Put out your arms and lean on the wall” He commands and I do as I'm told, without question. He kisses across my shoulders and down my back to my bum. I open my legs tilt my arse into the air as he drops to his knees. He slides his hand between my legs and circles my clit with his middle finger, then pulling it back and pushing it inside me, then another and another. I’m still wet. A mixture of me and him inside me. I should feel embarrassed but I don't, I just feel turned on, because my goodness it feels good. I open my legs wider, giving him better access. His mouth is over my butt cheeks, kissing, biting, grazing; he pulls my cheeks apart and runs his tongue up and down and around my hole. I have never been touched there, like that! God this is f*cking hot and something I have to seriously reconsider being a definite no in my sex life.

“Turn around”

I turn; he's on his knees, looking up at me. We both have water dripping off of us and I run my hand through his hair, pushing it back off his beautiful face and stroke his cheek with the back of my hand and once again a tide of emotion washes over me. He's so kind, so good, and so gentle. I blink and the tears run down my cheeks as I look into those blue, blue eyes, he has the power to ruin me, I can’t believe what I’m already feeling for him, days, it’s been just days and I just know already that when he’s done with me, it’s going to hurt, a lot! My tears are washed away by the shower and he's none the wiser, despite still staring right at me. He kisses my belly, and then moves his lips lower and lower.

“Open your legs baby”

My thoughts instantly turn to my dream. Ha, who said dreams don't come true? I lift my leg over his shoulder and he kisses all the way up the inside of my thigh, as he reaches the top he flicks his tongue over me, in me and pushes his fingers back inside this time using the flat of his thumb on that spot between my legs where every nerve in my body is centred right now, he applies just the right amount of pressure to make me throb. I'm still feeling sensitive from my earlier orgasm. Instead of taking the edge off, knowing the pleasure he’s capable of giving me, just makes me ache for more, desperate for more. His teeth graze the inside of my leg, then back to that little nub of flesh, so full of sensation, its driving me insane, I want him inside me again. Whoa, I feel another finger slide inside my behind. Three fingers in the front, one in the back. Ok. That's not so bad, it's different but not in a bad way. I bend my knees, lowering myself down the wall so that he pushes into me harder. My body is in sensation overload, the water, his kisses, his hands and then as I watch, he moves his hand away from my backside and wraps it around his cock, he starts to stroke himself up and down and watching him do this is almost instantly too much for me. There’s no embarrassment, only pure pleasure in his eyes. This is what I need to learn, this is how I want to be for him, nothing held back.

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