Gabe.
I turned in his arms and heard him murmur, possibly something about paint which made me smile. His hair was loose and tangled with mine across the pillows, the sheets strewn across our bodies. I pressed my lips against his chest, his skin warm and firm beneath mine.
His fingers brushed through my hair and I figured he was waking. The first time in nearly three months since we’d woken together and for today, at least, we had nothing to do except please ourselves. He’d told me the night before that he’d cleared his diary so we could just be, just us together with no need to be anywhere that we didn’t choose.
“Morning.” The word was honey on my lips.
“Morning. How’s the view?”
I sat up to look out of the window, the full length, floor to ceiling glass pane that afforded views down to the sea and across the water to the mountains. It was private enough: we were too far back for anyone to see, and I expected that the windows were tinted.
Gabe shifted so that his arms were around me, his lips pressing between my shoulder and neck.
“It’s incredible. I’d never want to get out of bed.”
“You don’t have to.”
I leaned back against him, the sheet dropping down to my waist, leaving me naked from the waist up. The house was surprisingly warm given all the glass, but I wasn’t going to mention this, as I knew it would result in an architectural-style conversation that I wasn’t interested in understanding at this moment.
“Have you been to Llanddwyn Island?” I didn’t know where the thought had come from. He was an artist, and Llanddwyn drew artists like bees to nectar, but given that he hadn’t been driving much until now, I doubted he’d seen it.
“I’ve seen pictures. Don’t you want to stay in bed?” The way his hands were toying with my breasts suggested that he wanted to remain in this room. And with what he was doing, my vagina had the same idea. Three months had been a long time.
“Yes. And we can do that tomorrow too. Let me take you to Llanddwyn.” I stretched backwards, giving him better access to my boobs. He didn’t complain and I figured that in about five minutes he’d have me on my hands and knees and would be taking me from behind. Reading his moods wasn’t a skill I’d lost, it seemed. I also figured that some morning exercise would persuade him to leave the monster bed.
True to form, approximately seven minutes later he had me on my hands and knees and yelling his name as he made me come from just his cock alone, a talent I reckoned no other man had been born with. I didn’t think I was capable of spending the day in bed, as my poor unused-for-three-month’s muscles were letting me know that they really needed a break, not that I was complaining.
“I need to show you around the house.” His words were said regretfully as he held me to his chest. It had surprised me in the summer that a tall, muscly man with tats and whole cool as attitude would be a cuddler. I was glad this hadn’t changed.
His love-making could be rough, hard, taking me to the edge where there could be a hint of pain, but it was too good to be painful, but afterwards he made me feel as if I had given him the most precious gift.
“You do. There has to be more to it than this bedroom and ensuite.”
“You like the ensuite?”
I laughed. “I think you designed it with me in mind.”
“You did spend most of one evening describing everything you needed in a bathroom, so yeah, I took your advice.”
“Maybe I should change careers. Start up as an interior designer.”
Gabe made a noise that was half snort, half laugh. “There’s a whole house here that you can practice on.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. This is your blank canvas. You designed this place. If I was to start suggesting paint families and velvet cushions, I’m pretty sure you’d have something to say about the flow or something.”
This time he laughed. “Probably. I might let you choose a picture though. Or a new sofa. I need to go furniture shopping at some point.”
“And for sofas you need to try them out. You can’t just point and click.”
There was a grumble and he held me a little tighter.
“We could start looking online this morning though. You know, choose a few things for one or two of the rooms. I love shabby chic…”
“I thought you wanted to go to Llanddwyn?”
I smiled and kissed his chest. That was a win.
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