Chapter 36
Elen a
Packing did not have to be as stressful as it was this morning, and Gabriel with his arrogant, smug everything did not make it better by staring at me the whole time and telling stories.
I need peace when I am packing or otherwise I will forget something and that will send me spiralling, though I have to admit that the orgasm he gave me in between did build off some of the stress off my shoulders but only until I saw the huge mess I had made and I was back on stress mode again.
I hum along to the music playing from my headphones as I sketch on my sketchpad that I brought with me from London. If there is one place that can bring back my inspiration for sketching, it is definitely Italy.
My eyebrows are furrowed or rather twisted in a weird way that might give me wrinkles and my bottom lips trapped between my lips as I trace the lines along the jawline of Gabriel’s new portrait I am making. I have no shame in admitting that I have made more sketches of Gabriel than anything else in this pad.
What can I say, he has awesome features that are easy to draw.
I lift my head from the sketching pad, taking in a short moment of Gabriel who is sitting at the end of the sofa on this jet, my legs resting on his laps. My heart rate picks up as he runs his finger along my leg, pushing the material of my trousers up the further he goes.
His attention gets caught when I shift in my seat to get myself comfortable because why is it all of the sudden so hot in her. I would open the window but that would kill us and I would much rather live. I take a sharp breath in; out of frustration I pull the headphones away and throw them in my bag that is next to me on the floor.
I ignore the tension in my stomach, sit up straight with the sketching pad in my lap. I twirl the engagement ring around my finger with my thumb on my left hand while I try - but rather fail to sketch.
I take a quick glance up without moving my head, finding him watching me with a smug smile on his face and his eyes roaming my body. My body fires up by his staring and I feel as if he could burn holes through my clothes if he keeps looking at me.
He removes his hand from my leg, which makes me raise my head.
“Come here,” he says in a deceptively soft tone.
I furrow my brows in confusion. My hand hovers over the sketch but I don't move to continue it. “Why?”
He arches an eyebrow at me. “Do I need a reason?”
“No…”
He points to the empty space next to him with his head. I give in to the temptation, close my sketching and leave it at my previous place along with the pencil.
His voice stops me in my movements. “With the sketching pad.”
Once again I furrow my brows at his weird request but do not think much of it and take it with me and sit down at the empty place next to him. His arm is swung over my shoulder and wrapped around my waist from behind, holding me close to himself while a warm blanket is wrapped around us.
With my body leaned against his, I cuddle up in his warm chest with the pad and pencils on my thighs, not sure what to do with it.
“Sketch something for me.” Gabriel’s hushed voice echoes through my ears. Weird request.
I flip the sketching pad to an empty page and look up at him, batting my eyelashes at him. “What do you want?” I brush my fingers past the paper while my eyes stay glued to him.
“Anything you like,” he whispers.
I pull my lips together in a weird shape as I think about what I might like that I have not done yet. “A bouquet of Lilies?” I ask him. I have drawn thousands of lilies in different ways but never a bouquet.
“Perfect,” He grazes his fingers along my bare stomach thanks to the shirt. “Start sketching.” Blood pumps harder through my ears at his words and as if my body has already caught up before my brain on what he has planned, I grow nervous at the pit of my stomach.
My breath hitches in my lunges and I look over my shoulder to see a red curtain drawn to divide us from the others and we are alone in the small corner of the plane, making it seem like we are in the VIP area.
“Start sketching, Elena,” his thick fingers run along the waistband. My head spins in million circular motions, the thought of getting caught by someone, especially his mother terrifies the shit out of me.
An unintentional moan slips past my lips as his hand travels deeper into my forest green trousers, his fingers grazing close to my most sensitive spot. With the pencil in my hand, I hold his wrist still, taking a deep breath and swallowing the lump in my throat. “We might get caught, Gabriel.”
“Then I suggest you keep the volume down,” my body goes taut at his touch and a wildfire spread through my cells as he cups my bare pussy. “Start sketching Elena, because I promise you will not come until that bouquet of lilies is done. I want to see five lilies bundled up with a pretty bow and if that is done, then I will hold my end of the bargain.”
I open my mouth to say something but the lack of oxygen makes it impossible. I close my lips again and start to sketch as his fingers run along my wet folds. My knees buck and I feel like I might just die if he does not hurry up. I raise my legs, my knees pointing up in the air and my legs automatically spread wider to him.
The flush on my cheeks spreads over my neck and chest as his words ghost on my temple. “Already wet for me, meu amor?” The tip of the pencil breaks as I pressed it too hard against the paper where a lily is supposed to be, creating a hole in the textured paper.
Goodbye to my sanity because from today on, I do not have it anymore .
His chest rumbles as he slowly slips a finger inside me. “Can’t concentrate?”
I let out a forceful chuckle at his stupid question. I ignore how his thick digit withdraws before he slips two fingers back in a slow manner.
I trace the lines on the paper with the broken pencil. “I have to admit you are making it hard to concentrate.” The last words come out as strained when he presses the heel of his palm to my clit and a low gasping moan breaks free. I slap my free hand over my mouth to stop more from spilling.
I am determined to throw the sketchpad out of the plane and never pick one up to make sure I never end in such a mess like this again but the thought of Gabriel now stopping seems way worse than him not torturing me in oblivion.
“Do you feel how your pussy in clenching my fingers, begging for that fucking release?” He whispers in my ear, his voice laced with a lethal tone. My legs shake against the hard mattress. A full-body shudder gives me away more than words could.
Sweat beads gather on my forehead and I bite down hard on my tongue, forcing myself to pull through to finish the sketching, my fingers hurting from the grip I hold on to the pad and on the pencil. Knowing Gabriel, he will keep the promise of edging me now if I do not finish.
“Answer me,” his voice is hardened to steel when he commands me.
I ignore him and try my best to finish the last flower. I don’t think I have ever finished a drawing this fast in my life before and I am not quite sure if I should feel proud or not, considering the situation.
He does not take my actions lightly, which never means something good with him. I slap my hand on my mouth again and squirm against the warm flesh when a third finger joins and he is stretching me to the max.
I am still sore from this morning and the evening before but this gives another level of feelings.
“Curse you, Gabriel.” I mumble under my breath.
He tsks when he hears the words. “Such a filthy mouth, Elena.”
I feel like seeing the same stars I saw last night as he fills me, stretching me. Stroking and curling his fingers inside me until I feel like I am about to fall.
“Gabriel, I-”
“Hold it.” He cut me off before I could get the words past my lips. My pussy clenches around his fingers and I fight the hardest to hold it in. “Finish the last touches and then I just might reward you for being such a good girl.”
Is he kidding me? Might.
I might kill him if he might let me come.
I put up a fairly good fight with myself but a girl can only have that much willpower when a guy literally has his fingers dug deep in her.
“Done,” I pant, my heart beating out of my chest. The pencil rolls away as I say the words and falls back, which eventually lands on the floor with a small click noise.
“Good girl,” and with those last words my resistance melts and I reach up to thread my fingers through his dark brown dark, gripping on them as his pace gradually increases. My pants and moans mingle with the quiet sound of the slick sounds of his fingers fucking me and soon enough, his fingers are drenched in my juices.