Instantly, my heart starts firing on all cylinders. That little flutter I felt when that girl asked for my autograph and smiled at me, the nervousness I felt around Sarah the first time I was going to have sex with her, all of that pales in comparison to how I feel in this moment.
It’s almost like the first time I kissed Gabrielle.
My heart is on a completely different frequency when it comes to her. My dick is waking up, but my entire body is as well. There’s a strange zinging sensation throughout my whole being, a pull and a yearning to be one with this person.
It’s a need, not only to be with her sexually, but just to be with her. To be in her presence. To protect her. To make her happy.
When my eyes begin to fill with tears, I look away, back through the windshield.
“Alright, get out of the car,” I say, swallowing hard.
Inside the house we both change into more comfortable clothes, and the nervousness buzzing through my entire system is damn near unbearable.
“There you are, Morris!” I call out, smiling.
“Morris, did you miss us?” Gabby walks up beside me, and we both hold the cat between us.
Morris meows and rubs all over Gabby. “He likes me better.”
“Well, you’re nicer and prettier than me,” I say, fully aware I’m putting on charm.
“I know that,” she replies.
We agree to watch a Christmas movie, and she sits to my right on the couch, Morris nestled between us. My arm is stretched out along the back of the couch, and she’s wearing this comfortable pink shirt that hangs long on her body. When we were together, she used to wearmyshirts like that, nothing under them. No panties, nothing. Long enough that no one could tell unless she bent over and gave me a heart attack.
My lips suddenly feel dry and I lick them. I can’t stop glancing at her. I’m so horny I feel downright unstable. My heart has been pacing hard since the drive home, and my cock is throbbing like it’s ready to grow legs and start line dancing.
By the time the movie ends, the tension is so thick.
Gabby looks over at me. I swallow.
“Merry Christmas. I’m going to go to bed,” she says, standing and stretching.
Disappointment tunnels through me.
“Aww. You don’t want to watch something else?” I ask, trying hard not to sound clingy.
“I’m exhausted. We had a really full day,” she smiles.
Rising from the couch, I stretch too. “Did you really enjoy it?”
“Yeah, I did actually. Felt very Christmassy,” she giggles.
Damn… that random woman in the park has nothing on Gabby. Gabby’s giggles are the cutest in the world, especially when she’s tired. And the more tired she gets, the sexier those giggles sound.
And just like that, I’m rock hard again. God, if I don’t come in the next 30 minutes, I’m going to explode.
Why is she staring at me like that?
The way she’s looking at me makes every hair on my body stand on end. I feel hot. I can’t stop gulping. My dick won’t stop throbbing.
I want her so damn bad.
Maybe she’ll let me hug her.
Maybe she’s waiting for me to make a move.
She’s not saying anything. She’s just staring at me, probably thinking the same thing I am.
