The Honeymoon Period (The Austin Series) (42 page)

‘Then just
sit back, be turned on and do nothing. I’ll get to you in good time.’ I
deliberately teased him by running my hands very slowly across my stomach in
the water line and then cupping my breasts and running my thumbs over my peaked
nipples. I enjoyed watching him squirm in the water and drain his glass before
topping up both up again and turning the empty bottle upside down before
putting it back in the ice bucket. I lay back and lifted one foam clad leg out
of the water and ran my slick palms up and down it, pointing my toes. When I
did the second one, he leaned forward and grabbed my foot and sucked my big toe
before kissing all my pads making me sigh. I made him turnaround and I did his
back and shoulders and reached around and did his chest and stomach, careful
not to touch his hard on before making him turn back around and did his legs
and arms. I sucked each of his fingers before pulling his legs together and
kneeling up in the water straddling his thighs and washing my stomach. As I
moved down between my legs he made a guttural groan, leaned forward, grabbing
my buttocks and pulled me forward, lifting his knees so I slid down to his
pelvis.

He grabbed
around my shoulders and bent me to him, kissing me with an urgency, as if we’d
not just had sex twice already. My stomach was doing somersaults as his tongue
probed my mouth, hands running all over my wet bare skin until I could take no
more and broke away, grasping his erection and angling it between my legs. I
looked at him, eyes half closed and breathing fast, his fingers kneading my
hips so hard I had a feeling that I’d bruise. I sank down his shaft quickly,
his earlier ejaculation providing enough lubrication to keep it from being
painful, just.

‘Owwww,’ I
moaned.

‘Baby, you
feel so good.’ He tilted his head back and took a deep breath before looking at
me, his bright blue eyes clouded with desire. ‘Are you ok?’

‘Yes, just
sometimes you feel too big.’

‘You need
to stop turning me on so much then. O fuck, Mia,’ he groaned as I squeezed
around him tightly and started to rise and fall, one hand on his shoulder, the
other on the bath. I closed my eyes as I moved, my lips parted inhaling
carefully, treading that thin line between pain and pleasure. The water and the
back of his thighs slapped my bottom each time I fell, which only seemed to
turn him on more and I felt him swell inside me even more and I groaned. I felt
his tongue flit over my nipple before his lips enveloped it, his mouth was like
a pencil sharpener, creating a razor sharp point from it.

‘Gabe,’ I
sighed and moved my hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck, stroking
his soft skin and anchoring him to my breast at the same time. ‘O God, Gabe.’ His
dick was caressing every inch of me inside, all the way up until he hit a dead end,
before sliding down and repeating over and over. I moved slowly, any quicker, I
was worried he’d bruise me internally. I could feel my heart beating faster and
my pulse racing and I squealed as he moved to my other nipple, it was so stiff
and tender. He tilted his pelvis making me squeal even louder and I could feel
a crescendo building up inside me and started to pant, my fingers gripping his
shoulder hard.

‘Baby,
don’t stop, that feels too good,’ he mumbled from my breast and then bit and sucked
hard making me scream and as I quaked on him, my climax jolting me to the bone,
my muscles rippling around him in waves. I felt his fingers bore into my hips again
as I shuddered and he groaned releasing my breast, planting kisses all over my
mouth until my body had recovered. He sat up suddenly, water sloshing over the
side of the bath onto the floor and lay me on my back, then he was between my
legs, his face raging with a yearning to come inside me, hard.

‘Hold tight,’
he growled and I gripped the edges of the bath as he held onto the top, behind
my head, then powered into me, shunting me upwards as I gasped. His passion for
me still shocked me, the appetite for my body ravenous as he pushed into me
again and again. My knuckles were white and my eyes squeezed tightly shut, I
was exhausted, yet my body still craved him and I wasn’t succumbing to the
desperate need to sleep again until he was satisfied too. ‘Open them baby … O God
open … them … I need to see you.’

I did as I
was asked and looked up at him, seeing his beautiful face full of desire for me
was too much and I started to quiver around him again, nerves firing all the
way to the tips of my fingers and toes as he pushed me to the limits of a lengthy
orgasm and finally thrust hard groaning my name. I warmed inside as he filled
me, before he hooked his arms and legs around me and turned onto his back and
lay there, his chest heaving below me as I lay half submerged and buried my
face into his neck, my arms tucked up along his ribs. I felt his lips in my
hair and his fingers stroking the back of my neck.

‘I’m never
going to get tired of doing that with you Mia,
ever,
’ he whispered in my
ear, making goose bumps spread all over my body. ‘Come on, let’s get you
cleaned up and warm, this water’s going cold.’ He sat up, taking me with him
and carefully lifted me off him, both of us wincing as he pulled out of me and
sat me back on his knees. He opened his legs, spreading mine and lathered up
with the body wash and carefully cleaned me as he watched me flush.

‘Why does
this embarrass you?’ he asked, smiling at me.

‘Gabe, no
one had even seen or touched me there until nine weeks ago and it’s very
intimate when I’m still full of you.’

‘I love
feeling you, knowing you’re so full of my come. I know that you’re really mine
then.’

‘I’m yours
even when I’m not full of you Gabe, though it doesn’t seem like that will be
often this weekend.’

‘Are you
saying it’s too much?’ he asked, a look of concern flashing across his face.

‘No, I’d
say so if it was, I love having sex with you. You just seem more full of desire
for me today.’

‘I’m always
full of desire for you Mia, in the nine weeks we’ve been together, we’ve had
about six weeks where we couldn’t have sex at all, for one reason or another,
so I want to take maximum advantage while we can.’

‘Well, that
bodes well, as I love being taken advantage of by you,’ I giggled as I splashed
him with water.

‘Wanton
hussy,’ he replied doing the same to me. I reached up and grabbed another truffle
and bit into it and passed him the other half with my fingers and he took it
between his teeth. As he sucked on it, I reached out and ran my fingers over
his lips.

‘I love you.’

‘God, say
that again,’ he groaned.

‘I love you,
Gabe Austin.’

‘Come here,’
he grabbed my hips and scooted me forward and pulled me down onto his lap and
kissed me tenderly. ‘I love hearing you say that baby. Right, we really need to
get out, my arse is freezing.’

‘Your arse
is always
smokin’ hot
Gabe, just like the rest of you.’

‘Ditto baby,’
he grinned as he squeezed my cheeks. We got out and he grabbed two large towels
off the heated rail, wrapped me up and secured it around my chest before
kissing me and emptying the tub and rubbing himself down. I felt slightly high,
a combination of half a bottle of champagne, too many orgasms, happiness and
the sight of his damp naked body.

‘I can feel
your eyes on me Mia, even I need a brief interlude. Get dried and put on the
robe,’ he nodded to the two luxurious soft white robes hanging next to the
towel rail so I dried myself and pulled one on.

‘I thought
you said I wouldn’t need one?’

‘It’s the
only time I’ll let you wear it,’ he smiled. It was too big so I belted it
tightly while he secured his towel around his waist. I cleaned my face removing
all of my mascara as he moved the empty bottle, ice bucket and bowl of truffles
out of the bathroom. I heard him talking to someone on the phone as I cleansed
and exfoliated my face and put on a generous layer of moisturiser. My skin was
pink and glowing, my eyes bright and I was even convinced the bags under them
were starting to fade. I headed into the bedroom, stumbling from tiredness, but
made the bed assuming he must have put a do not disturb sign on the door. I
found him in the lounge, he’d put on the living flame fire and was stretched
out on the chocolate suede sofa and he patted for me to come and sit with him.
I lay in front of him and he spooned behind me, propped up on one elbow, his
other arm draped over my hip, holding my hand as he kissed my neck. ‘So, in
half an hour we’ve something to do. Until then, I just want to lie here with
you.’

‘Do I need
to do anything? Get ready?’

‘No, you
can stay as you are baby. Just relax. I’ve ordered us dinner from room service
and it’ll be here at seven-thirty. Do you want anything now?’

‘No, I’m
good, thanks.’ I just enjoyed lying with him watching the flickering flame of
the fire and the sun starting to set over the view outside and had to force
myself to keep my eyes open. We were roused by our moment of calm by a knock on
the door and I sat up and looked at him as he winked and went to open it. A
young lady and guy came in carrying towels and bottles and Gabe directed them
to the bedroom. I looked at him curiously as he left the door propped open.

‘I booked a
Thai couples massage. I want you completely relaxed and de-stressed.’

‘Gabe,
that’s wonderful. Will you be ok having one?’

‘As long as
they avoid pressure on my injury yes, and I can say if it’s too much.’

We were eventually
called into the bedroom where they’d dimmed the lights and had set up two
massage tables, some aromatherapy oils and some low noise of the ocean playing
on the iPod. We were left alone to strip off and lie face down, and Gabe made
me laugh by insisting that he cover my bottom with the towel provided before
they came back in. The tables were parallel to each other so we lay on our
fronts, heads turned to look at each other as they returned. After explaining
about his shoulder they made a start and I smiled and blushed as I remembered
my massage from Gabe the night before and he smiled back, as if reading my mind.
We just stayed silent, looking at each other, grinning stupidly as we were
worked on. I wondered if it was normal to love someone so much, so much that I
ached simply by looking at him. I felt my eyes fill up and he looked at me
concerned and mouthed ‘
Ok?’
I bit my lip and nodded, smiling before I
finally gave in and let my eyes close and fell asleep.

It was
almost an hour later when I heard Gabe calling my name, telling me that I
needed to roll over. I apologised, hoping I’d not snored, and rolled under the
towel as she held it up for me and promptly fell asleep again as she worked on
my front. I felt wonderful by the time it was finished another hour and a bit
on. We were left alone for a minute and I slipped on the dressing gown before
kissing Gabe.

‘That was
amazing, thank you. I feel really spaced out and relaxed.’

‘Me too.
When they’ve cleared up I vote we get in bed and relax for a while with some
water,’ he stroked his fingers over my cheek and I leaned my head into them. ‘Why
were you on the verge of tears?’

‘Because I’m
happy.’

‘Good, me
too.’

I sat on
the bed looking at the twinkling city lights and illuminated castle while the
therapists cleared up and Gabe showed them out. I slipped off my robe and stroked
my skin, soft from the oils again and got under the duvet and he returned and
closed the doors to the bedroom, turned on the living flame fire and turned off
all of the lights, dropping his towel and climbing in besides me. We lay partly
propped up on the pillows, the fire and the view softly lighting the room and
snuggled into each other.

‘God, I
could do this every day with you,’ he whispered as he tilted my chin and kissed
me.

‘We will
when we move in together, obviously without the views.’

‘I like this
fire. Shall we have one in our lounge and bedroom?’

‘I’d rather
them in an old fashioned metal fire place than these modern glass boxes.’

‘Well yes,
these suit the hotel décor, it’s the flame effect I like. I’ll look into them
on Monday while you’re studying hard without me.’

‘Don’t talk
about Monday, let’s just be in the now. This is far better than a Monday.’ I
reached around his neck and drew his mouth down to mine and kissed him deeply,
putting as much love for him into it as I could.

‘Wow, baby,’
he sighed, as his hand ran down my ribs brushing the soft skin of my breast.

‘Make love
to me, Gabe,’ I whispered and he gently climbed over me and did just that. The
warmth of the room and our bodies would have been enough, but the heat of the
gentle friction of our oiled skins sliding against each other had us sighing
and moaning even louder. We kept eye contact throughout and it was so tender
and beautiful we both cried as we came together and wrapped our arms and legs
around each other’s, pressed down into the mattress by the heaviness and warmth
of the duvet over us.

‘I love you
so much, Mia,’ he said seriously. I wiped the few tears clinging from his long
lashes and kissed him.

‘Not as
much as I love you,’ I whispered.