Saviour (Saviour #1)(47)
“Fuck Lauren that feels good, do that again, that thing with your tongue, please baby”
I keep looking at him. I love the way he doesn’t hesitate in telling me that he wants more of something, or that he likes what I’m doing to him. I can't believe I'm responsible for how turned on he is, I actually feel a little surge of, what, what is it? Power? Run through me. That's what it is, power, I have the power to do this to him. I never realised before now, what a turn on it is to turn my man on. His hips buck and I move my hand up and down his length at the same rhythm as I move my mouth, my other hand squeezes and massages his balls. He's moaning and saying my name, making me brave enough to take him deeper and deeper, the more turned on he looks, the more I want to turn him on .
“Lauren, Lauren I'm gonna come baby, I'm gonna come, look up at me, I want to see your face” I hold on to either side of his hips and take him in as deep as I can without gagging, determined to see this through to the end . I want to watch him, as much as he wants to watch me, I want to see his face and the look in his eye when I make him come apart, I need to see this. He doesn't take his eyes from mine. His mouth is open and he's just about holding on, I feel him tense as he calls “Lauren f*ck, f*ck Lauren” And then in just a whisper, “Bambino cosi buono”
Oh God, whatever it means, I want to hear him say it again and again, but for now he is beyond speech, his eyes are wide and staring right into mine as he jerks and shudders I actually don't want to stop, I want to take every last drop from him.
I feel the hot, thick , salty liquid hit the back of my throat and I swallow it down quickly before I have chance to think about it too much. There, wasn't too bad, was it? But then there’s another spurt, then another, I just keep swallowing as he shudders, hoping he doesn't guess that I've never done this before. BJ's yeah, swallowing, never, never wanted to but, for him, with him, this beautiful man looking down at me, with absolute wonder and even amazement in his eyes, it’s becoming more and more apparent, I will do, or at least try anything he asks of me.
He puts each of his hands either side of my face and pulls himself to the edge of the bed, I kneel up to meet him as he cups my face and kisses me. I can still taste him in my mouth but that doesn't stop him flicking his tongue in and out, he must be able to taste himself and he doesn’t care, and I find that so f*cking sexy. He's so different, so the opposite of most men. A bit like my music, he likes what he likes and doesn't care if it’s right or wrong for anyone else, it’s only what's right or wrong for us that matters and I want to cry, again. I just can’t help but feel overwhelmed by my feelings for him. But I don't, not this time, because I have so many other thoughts swirling around my head.
This is it, this is a definite and defining moment for me, a turning point, and I hope, the end of all these f*cking tears!
“That’s the best f*cking blow job I’ve ever had” He says into my mouth
So, I can give good head. Ha, who knew?
I lay back on the bedroom floor pulling him with me and push his head down between my legs.
“My turn” I say as I let his expert tongue go to work on me.
We eventually make it out to lunch, enjoying fish and chips and a nice bottle of wine down at the Portsea Hotel at the end of the peninsula. It's a beautiful spot on a beautiful day and we have an easy lunch, talking about nothing much but enjoying the view across the bay. We look around the shops in Sorento on the way home and buy some cakes to take back and eat later, Gabriel has decided I need fattening up, of course I totally disagree, a bit of weight loss is exactly the boost to my confidence I need right now. Strange how women’s minds work! By the time we get back, the sun is setting. As we walk in the front door Gabe’s phone rings.
“Hey baby girl” I hear him say as he answers and walks up to the family room. I assume and hope that it’s his daughter calling. I head straight to the bedroom and pull on my trackies and find Gabriel's cigarettes and go out onto the veranda for a smoke and to watch the sun go down. After around ten minutes I walk along the veranda and look through the kitchen doors. Gabe’s finished talking on the phone and is now putting it on the doc to play some music. He puts some ice in a cooler with a bottle of wine and gets himself a beer while dancing around the kitchen to the Black Eyed Peas. He hasn't noticed me watching him; my goodness he's sexy, I think back to last Friday when he sang into my ear and I shudder and squeeze my legs together. I never thought I would feel this way about any man other than my husband, to want him to see me naked and to touch me the way that he does and quite frankly I'm shocked at myself, how easily I've moved on and I'm scared it’s not real, just a knee jerk reaction caused by the end of my marriage. The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt Gabe and I do love being with him but it’s only been a week since I left Jay and only a week since I met Gabe and we are already living together as a couple. That's madness by any body's standards. I am trying to take on board what Gabe keeps telling me and not over think things but how can I not? I know he likes me, but I’m not sure by how much and strongly suspect that it’s not as much as I like him, actually, I more than like him, my feelings have moved on to much more than like in an amazingly short space of time, how can that be? How can I be married and in love with my husband one week and free falling headfirst into, what? Lust? Super like? Super, lusty like? Whatever it is, it has me spinning and as much as I’m enjoying being with Gabe, I am truly terrified that he will break my fragile heart into a million pieces and on top of everything else, I really don’t think I would survive that.