“It’s getting cold for that, Will,” he noted. “But we can slot that on our agenda for next summer.”
Next summer.
We’d be together and do that next summer.
And he called me “Will.”
That was the first time he’d done that.
I only allowed the people I loved most in the world to call me Will.
So, obviously, I didn’t correct him.
“And I haven’t been to Europe,” I shared. “Except for Mom and I taking what we called a once in a lifetime trip to Vancouver, I’ve never been out of the country.”
His head ticked at that too and he leaned deeper into me.
I smelled his clean, spicy aroma and sighed a contented sigh.
“We gotta rectify that,” he stated.
“Things have been so crazy, I want to go to a beach first.”
“Caribbean,” he decided. “We’ll have a look. I’ve only been to Aruba, and it was fantastic, but I’ve wanted to go to Puerto Rico for a while.”
“Oo, I like the sound of Puerto Rico.”
He grinned.
We planned.
They called us into the dining room to continue our culinary extravaganza.
And I found I could get all the way down with doing new things, splurging on new experiences, and finding the time to scratch those itches that always niggled at you.
Because I was worth it.
And Gabe was worth it.
And it was worth it.
But mostly, life was too damned short not to live it.
We were different that night in bed.
Gabe made us that way.
I liked it hard. I liked Gabe to take control. I liked to veer into nasty territory and even jump that line (frequently).
And Gabe liked all of that too.
But tonight was about soft touches. Gentle caresses. Going slow. Stoking the fire.
And now, with Gabe moving inside me, the fingers on both of his hands were laced through mine, held above my head and pressed into the pillow. He watched my face as I took his cock. He felt my legs tighten around him with each stroke, my fingers clenching his. He listened to my quiet whimpers.
And so, he didn’t miss it when the love bloomed in my eyes.
“Yeah,” he whispered, and I would have burst into tears at what I knew was not an acknowledgement, but a reciprocation, if Gabe didn’t let one of my hands go, slip his between us and home in on my clit, just as he kissed me. And seconds later, after he switched up that miracle move, adding a heady nuance that worked splendidly, his mouth absorbed my moans as he made me come.
