Page 28 of Loving Wild
“Worth it,” he replies. “Go lay on the bed.” He gestures with his chin. “I’m gonna give your back a rub, get rid of some of those knots before I fuck the tension out of you.”
“That started so sweetly. You can’t continuously try and fuck every emotion out of me, I need to feel, to process . . .”
“You’ll definitely be feeling this,andyou’ll be nice and chilled when you do. Go lay on your belly and wait for me.”
I give an eye roll and a huff, and knowing it’s an argument I’m not likely to win, I head out to the bedroom. Pulling the doona back, I lay face down on the sheets.
Gabe appears at my side a few seconds later, turns the bedside lampon, and the overhead lightsoff. Placing the body lotion on the bed beside us, he works the towel out from around me and throws it to the floor. Dropping his own towel next to it, he climbs onto the bed and between my legs.
“Open your arms out wide,” he orders. I do as I’m told, spreading beneath him like a starfish.
“Perfect.” He leans in and presses a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.
Music is still playing throughout the house, and as Roberta Flack sings about being killed softly, Gabe delivers the most erotic massage I’ve ever received in my life.
His hands are strong but gentle as he works on my shoulders, then the backs of my arms. Every now and then, he leans in and kisses behind my ear or the curve of my neck. When he does, I feel his cock pushing against me. He knows what he’s doing, knows that he’s turning me on, and I don’t mind a bit.
Squeezing lotion onto my lower back, his palms and fingers work their way up to my shoulders, down to my waist and out to my hips, his thumbs moving to press into my bum cheeks.
I’ve had full-body massages before, and I always forget how good it feels to have the backs of your legs and bum cheeks worked on, and this time is no exception. His strong thumbs press in, working in circles. His knees push against my inner thighs, and instinctively, I open my legs wider. Gripping my hips, he pulls me up until I’m on all fours. His fingers work their way out from my lower back, stroking across my hip, tracing the curve of my waist, sliding around, he cups my breast before pulling at my nipple. His hips move behind me, his cock teasing as it brushes up and down the crack of my arse, but he doesn’t push inside me.
When his hand moves from my breast back to a point between my shoulder blades, he spreads his palm and pushes me down.
“Head down arse up, I’ve never seen you look more beautiful, Little Bird.” His voice sounds raspy, either from being turned on or from this week’s lack of sleep. Right now, I don’t care what’s caused it, I just love the way it sounds.
“I really wanna fuck this arse,” he says as his thumb presses against the exact spot he just mentioned. “But not now, not when he’s on your mind . . .” I open my mouth to protest but close it when he continues. “I want it to be special, just you and me. I don’t want to be looking at you covered in the bruises he marked you with, I don’t want you flinching, trying to hide from me that I’ve just touched where he’s hurt you, I don’t want him in your head, in your heart, in our home. I want it to be just you and me.”
With his palm still pressed into my back, holding me down and in place, I turn my head so I can at least look at him. His eyes are focused down, between our two bodies. His hand moves from my hip and instead wraps around his cock where he strokes himself. Up. Down. Slowly, oh so fucking slowly before guiding himself to me. Biting down on his bottom lip in concentration, he pauses. I can feel him pressing against me, but he doesn’t take it further, instead, he just stares. Turning my head away, I take control by pushing my hips back until he’s buried all the way inside me.
I expect him to pick up the pace and start moving, instead, his hands go to my hips, and he stills, holding me there. When I turn and look over my shoulder, my eyes instantly hit his. He shakes his head, and thinking that I’ve done something wrong, my stomach churns.
“Not like this, I wanna see you, look at you.”
With his hands still at my hips, he helps me turn onto my back. When I look down the length of my body, he’s on his knees between my legs, staring down at my belly.
“Gabe,” I whisper his name. His eyes slowly trail a path up, over my chest, my mouth, my face, until finally, they meet mine.
“Just give me this, Ren. Let me have this.”
“What? What do you need?”
“Let me love you. I just need to love you.”
I don’t reply, I don’t know how to.Whatdo I even say to that? I wonder what’s brought this on, this sudden gentleness is the opposite to the way he fucked me on the table earlier, but I like it just the same.
Lowering his body over mine, he supports his weight on his elbows as he leans in and kisses me. His hands move to the sides of my head, and he holds me in place as his mouth moves gently over mine. His tongue pushes against my lips, and I open my mouth, allowing him access, letting him take whatever it is he needs right now.
I hook my leg over his hip, move one hand to his arse, the other to the back of his head, pulling him closer. He slides inside me easily, a perfect fit. We kiss and move. Rocking our hips together we find our rhythm. I wrap both my legs around him; he slides his hands under my arse cheeks and lifts me up to meet his thrusts.
“I love you,” he says against my ear. His teeth rake across my jaw, his tongue licks the column of my throat, down through my cleavage, before circling my nipple.
“I love you so fucking much, and I thought I’d lost you. I thought I’d lost you before I got a chance to tell you,” he looks up at me and says.
“You haven’t lost me; I’m not going anywhere, Gabe. I’m here, right where I wanna be, with you.”
“I wasn’t there, Ren. I sent you out on your own, in the dark. I wasn’t there and he was waiting.”
So that’s what this is all about. He’s still blaming himself for what happened to me.
