Chapter 14
Soul
I am having the best erotic dream I have ever had in my entire life. It feels so real, and I do not want to wake up because I don’t want to face my empty bed. My eyes fly open because I am not in my empty bed, I am not in my bed at all. I’m in Gabe’s bed. Oh, this isn’t a wet dream at all. This is the real Gabe who has his head buried between my legs, and he is slurping on my pussy like its water, and he’s in a desert. I mean, in all fairness, it is wet down there. My hands find his hair so I can anchor myself amidst the storm brewing inside of me.
“Gabe! Oh my gosh!” My head thrashes on the pillow. I widen my legs, but he grabs them, closing them on either side of his head. We tried this when we were younger, and it was okay, but this, this right here is perfection. He is sucking on my clit and lips until I feel an orgasm coming on so strong it scares me. I dig my heels in his back, pushing back from the sensations barreling down on me. “Don’t run,” he says, releasing me, “enjoy it. I know I am.” Pushing my legs open as wide as they can go, he resumes sucking, licking, using his tongue to fuck me. When he sucks my clit back in his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it, I practically shred the sheets as the orgasm hits me. My back is bowing off the bed as the scream erupts from my mouth. My heart is beating out of my chest as I lay there like a boneless heap trying to catch my breath. His mouth touches mine, wet with my essence, and I taste myself on his lips and tongue, turning me right back on.
“Do you like your tasting yourself? Do you see how good you taste? I could eat you all day, baby, but right now, I have to know how you feel wrapped around my dick.” It is at that moment that I realize he is preparing to push inside of me.
“No, don’t seize up on me, baby, open this pussy up, so I can fuck us both back to sleep. I want you to feel my dick inside of you long after I finish fucking you. I want this pretty pussy to drip when you think of my digging you out. Open up, look at me, baby. That was just the warm-up. Soul,” he calls me, and I fight to focus on him.
Gabe
This is my Soul in more ways than one, in my bed cumming on my tongue and about to cum again on my dick. I know we have a long way to go, but I also know, like I knew all those years ago, that Soul is mine and I am hers and I am going to remind her with my body who her body belongs to.
“Soul,”
“Yes,” she struggles to say.
“I love you, I never stopped loving you.”
“Gabe,” tears leak from the corners of her eyes. “I love you, tooo. Oh shit!” she cusses, and I understand. I am fully inside of her when the words I have been longing to hear slip past the seal of her lips. I plunge inside of her, needing to be one with her.
“Breathe, baby, let her get used to me. Focus on me,” I tell her, kissing her face, the tip of her nose,and her lips. “I love you, baby. I’ve hoped for this, wanted you here too many times to count. Loosen up for me, baby, and let your man handle this.” Her eyes widen. Leaning down I kiss her, my tongue inside of her mouth fucking her mouth like I am about to fuck her. I feel when she begins to relax. I take her hand and put it in my hair right before I begin to move. It is slow going. At first, she is still so damn tight, leaning down I take one nipple in my mouth at a time, sucking and nibbling on them. They have always been sensitive, and it looks like even more so as she’s gotten older. “You’re so hot and wet, Soul.”
“You feel so thick inside me, Gabe.” I pull her legs into the crook of my arms as I drive inside of her hard, scraping against her walls, hitting her cervix with every inward thrust. I continue kissing her as I drive inside her with long hard strokes. I can feel her begin to ripple around me, and I know she is on the verge of cumming.
“Are you one birth control, Soul?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to cum, Soul?”
Yes, please don’t stop. I am so close,” she begs. “Please, please, please,” she begs as she begins throwing her pussy up at me. She begins to pulsate around my dick as the orgasm hits her hard. Bowing her back off the bed, her mouth open on a silent scream, eyes wide. It’s too much, feeling her wrapped around me, cumming, her pussy sucking on my dick, and knowing it’s Soul, I can’t hold back my orgasm if my life depended upon it. I cum so hard my entire body locks up as I soak her insides with my cum, catching myself before I can fall hard on top of her. “You’re going to kill me.” Rolling off her to lay flat on my back, I pull her to me. I cannot bear to not have her in my arms.
“What am I going to do when it is time for me to go back to Willow Brook?”
“Go back?”
“I can’t stay here, Gabe. What would I do here?”
“Be with me, what do you mean?”
“My whole life can’t be based on being with you. I have a job, and responsibilities. I need money even though you have more than enough. I am not in the habit of being dependent on anyone, let alone a man.”
“I’m not a man, Soul, I am your man. The only man.”
“Gabe,”
“What if you had your own money?”
“I do have my own money.”
“No, money money,”
“Gabe, what are talking about?”
“Over my career, I have had quite a few hit songs, and the majority of them are the ones you wrote or we wrote together.”
“Okay,”
“Well, you still got paid. I tried to reach out several times, but you wouldn’t take my calls or call me back. So I took the money and put it in a high-yield account. I knew one day we would find our way back to each other, and I was right. You have north of several million dollars sitting in an account.”
“I’m sorry, come again,”
“You heard me, and it’s all your money.”
“I wanna be mad at you, but I can’t because you are right. I cut off all communication when I decided to stay and help my dad out, but it would have been nice to know I have that kind of money,”
“Why did you cut communication with me?”
“Cause deep down I really wanted to go with you, and I knew the desire on top of your determination would have had me folding, so instead I avoided it,” I shake my head because whether I like it or not it makes sense. “But I still have to go home, Gabe. I have a job,”
“Quit,”
“Oh, Tameka would love that,” she says, and I assume Tameka is her boss.
“Fuck her! You have lived your whole life living for other people, your parents, the church, and now your job, but what do you want? Do you still want to sing?”
“Gabe,”
“Stop thinking, stop being scared. What do you want?”
“To sing. To live.”
“Then do it dammit! You have me, and you have a safety net. Stay with me,”
“Shack up with you?”
“No, marry me,” slips out, but I am not mad at it. She bolts upright, looking at me like I glow in the dark.
“Marry you? We barely know each other,”
“Now that’s a lie,”
“We haven’t talked in almost two decades, Gabe,”
“When I was inside of you, did it feel like you didn’t know me?”
“Gabe,”
“Answer the question,”
“It’s sex, Gabe, it’s normal to feel connected during sex,”
“Another lie. Why are you doing this? Why are you finding reasons to not be together? Why can’t you find reasons for us to be together? I love you, I know you, you make me happy, and I know I can make you happy. So marry me.”
“This is crazy,”
“Is it though? If you can say when you are ready to cross over, you will be able to look at this moment and not have regrets, say no and I will enjoy my time with you and wish you well when it’s all over. But if you know deep down in your heart you will regret this moment if you don’t take the chance, don’t grab the chance with both hands and live this flicker of a life with me, say yes,” I say wondering where that passionate speech came from.
“This is crazy,” she repeats. Carefully, I pull away from her and walk towards my dresser. There is a jewelry box, and I pull open a drawer I haven’t touched in years, but when I do the box is sitting there.
“I bought this with my first advance,” I tell her handing her the box once I reach the bed. Taking a deep breath, she opens the box with shaking hands to see the three-carat princess-cut diamond set between a pair of treble clefs.
“Gabriel,” she breaths out, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s gorgeous,”
“You were always the plan, Soul, you were always my destination, my home, my heart. I may have come home for my father but make no mistake, I was coming for you soon. So put both of us out of our misery and be my wife. Allow me to be your husband.
“Yes.”
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