15. Chapter Fifteen
~Gabriel~
It took me a minute or two to collect myself after one of the most incredible blowjobs of my life, but eventually, I shoved my cock back into my pants and found my way back to the kitchen. By that time, Jen had already pulled out various ingredients for our lunch, everything lined up neatly on her large countertop as she placed a pan on the stove and turned on the gas burner.
“What are we having?” I asked, stepping forward until my body pressed into her back, my lips finding the side of her neck as I placed gentle kisses along the delicate curve.
A satisfied sigh hummed in her throat and she leaned back against me for just a moment before straightening up again. “Crab cakes. Do you want to make a side salad?”
“Sure. All this stuff here?”
Reluctantly, I pulled myself away from her and stepped over to where she had laid out some spinach, strawberries, feta cheese, honey and balsamic vinegar. My mouth started to water at the sight of it, reminding me that I never did eat breakfast that morning.
“Yeah.” She turned back to her other ingredients, confidently tossing things in a mixing bowl. “Can you figure it out?”
She threw me a teasing grin over her shoulder, but it felt like a test too, to see whether I knew my way around the kitchen or not.
Luckily, I did. “I think I can manage. Do you cook a lot?”
“No one else is going to do it for me,” she answered matter-of-factly. “But yes, I enjoy it most of the time. What about you?”
“I enjoy it too.”
Other words sat on the tip of my tongue, about how Celine had a long list of food she disliked so the variety of meals I prepared had been pretty limited in recent years, or how she never enjoyed cooking together, but I didn’t want to keep bringing her up. If I wanted this new relationship to grow, and I really did, we had to move past the initial thing that we had in common: my wife.
Reading my mind, Jen turned to me, temporarily stopping her mixing. “You don’t have to hold back if you want to talk about her. She was a huge part of your life for a long time. I don’t expect you to pretend she didn’t exist.”
I could have told her my reasons for holding back: how Celine always hated when I mentioned anyone I’d dated before so I’d taught myself not to, or how Jen herself had expressed concern that I might not be ready to move on, and I worried that mentioning Celine too much would prove her right.
I could have told her any of that, but I kept it simple and straightforward instead. “I would rather be thinking about you.”
The honest answer drew a mischievous smile on her lips. “After I just sucked your cock, I would hope so.”
My laugh nearly choked me, and the grin stayed on her face as she turned back to her work.
After preparing the salad, I followed Jen’s instructions to find some dishes for our lunch, and when the crab cakes were ready, we took everything outside to her back porch where a small circular table had two chairs set up, one on either side, perfect for a cozy meal. Jen ducked back into the house to get a bottle of white wine from the fridge, one of the ones she picked up in Napa, and we talked and ate together in the warm afternoon air, the conversation flowing between us just as easily as it always had. Now that we’d met each other’s sisters, we talked more about our families and about our lives growing up, getting to know each other better just as I hoped we would when she first suggested I come and spend the weekend with her.
“You have quite a lot of privacy back here,” I commented after we’d finished eating and were sitting back with another glass of wine, enjoying the California afternoon. From where we sat, I couldn’t see any spot where anyone else could see into her yard.
“I really like how deep the house goes from the street,” Jen agreed. “It means the backyard is smaller than the surrounding yards, but more secluded. The house almost completely blocks my neighbours’ view into the yard.”
That sounded like a good trade-off to me, especially since I’d been dying to reciprocate the incredible pleasure she gave me before lunch. “So, no one could see us if I do this?”
In one fluid motion, I placed my wine on the table, got to my feet and made the two steps around the table to her chair. Knees bent, one hand slipped around the back of her neck, tilting her head upwards so I could claim her mouth in a deep, slow kiss.
She didn’t waste a second in indecision, kissing me back just as eagerly as if she’d been waiting the whole meal for me to do it.
Maybe she had been.
Slowly, I lowered down onto my knees at the side of her chair before grabbing the chair’s arms and tilting it back just enough that I could pivot it towards me. Jen gasped in surprise before letting out a surprised chuckle and spreading her legs to let me settle between them.
“Lunch was really good,” I murmured. “But you taste even better.”
My fingers slid up the length of her capris, my thumb running up her inner thigh until it rested just below the juncture between her legs. I’d had just a teaser the other night when I licked my fingers that had been inside her, but it made a poor substitute for the full experience.
“I’d love to taste more of you.”
A shiver worked its way through her body, leaving her trembling under my touch. “Out here? ”
“You just said no one can see us,” I reminded her. “And I don’t think I can wait.”
An exaggeration, obviously. I could if I had to, but I really didn’t want to, and when my fingers found the button of her pants, Jen made no move to stop me.
Despite having fingered her in the hotel in San Francisco, feeling the delicious heat of her on my hand, I still hadn’t actually seen her yet. The mere idea of it made my mouth water even more than the sight of food had earlier, and when she lifted her hips from the chair to allow me to pull down the white capris and the white underwear beneath it, I got my first look at her pretty pussy as I spread her legs even wider. With the care she took about her whole appearance, it didn’t surprise me to find her waxed and smooth, and I swallowed hard to stop myself from drooling as I leaned in and inhaled.
“God, you smell good.”
My cock had completely forgotten its earlier satisfaction, stiffening uncomfortably in my pants, but I ignored it as I dipped my head to get my first real taste of her.
“Gabe.”
Jen gasped my name as my tongue connected with her clit, tracing around it and over it as I learned the topography of her body. From there, I moved lower, drawing a line down to her entrance, wet and ready for me. A happy hum vibrated in my chest as I dipped my tongue inside her, echoed by the sweet sound of her moan above me.
No description I could think of would do justice to the taste of her, simply because it tasted of her . I only knew that I loved it and craved it, wanting more even with her still on my tongue. Already, I knew that I’d miss her flavour when we were apart.
Wanting to get deeper, I brought her legs up and hooked them over my shoulders, pulling her ass towards me and tilting her up so I could bury my face more fully. Jen’s hands tightened around the arms of the chair as she writhed against every swipe of my tongue and gentle scrape of my teeth .
“Stay still,” I directed from between her legs, my eyes flicking up to find her stare locked on me, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed with the heat of her impending orgasm. “Stay still and hold on tight.”
Two fingers pressed inside her as my mouth returned to her clit, and Jen let out an involuntary cry, a plea and a curse that begged me not to let her down. I had no intention of it. Pumping into her with my hand, curling my fingers to drag against her skin, I sucked her clit into my mouth, pushing her harder and harder until she came. Her thighs trembled around my head while my tongue went back to her pussy to lick up every drop, and just as I predicted, almost as soon as I pulled back, I wanted to do it again.
“You are… really… good at that,” she eventually managed to breathe once her chest stopped heaving.
“I guess we’re evenly matched, then, because you’re damn good too.”
I pushed myself back to my feet, giving her a clear view of the straining erection inside my pants that she had taken care of for me earlier, but which had returned in full. Jen swallowed again, her eyes on my groin for a long moment before she looked back up at me.
“I suppose we better move this inside because I don’t think we’re done quite yet.”
~Jennifer~
Gabe didn’t even wait to let me pick up my pants and underwear before lifting me off the chair, one arm around my back and the other beneath my knees, cradling me against his chest. His mouth melded into mine, kissing me long and deep with the taste of my orgasm still fresh on his tongue, the same way the evidence of it remained slick between my legs.
“Which way is your bedroom again?” he mumbled as he stepped back into the house, kicking the door closed behind him. His eyes had opened so he didn’t run into anything, but his lips stayed close to mine, like he couldn’t bear to let go.
“Down the hall to the left,” I instructed, snuggling my face into the crook of his neck so he could see which way to go and I could inhale his clean, masculine scent. Even though he just made me come, my desire hadn’t dampened at all. If anything, the thought of having him inside me made me want him even more, and there didn’t seem to be any doubt that we were heading towards that intimacy in the next few minutes.
Everything between us felt easy, and right, and inevitable. Just how it should be when you met someone suited for you. That it should happen to be with someone I met through my job, I never would have predicted, not in a million years.
Life threw up surprises, both good and bad. I’d had the bad. The very worst. I dealt with it because I had no choice, but now that the good had come, I got to choose, and I would make the choice to embrace it.
As soon as my back hit the mattress, Gabe laying me down gently but with undeniable intent, his fingers went to the buttons of my blouse, eager to remove the remaining clothes I still wore. He pulled the unbuttoned fabric open, his eyes lingering on my breasts for a moment before he dipped his head, scraping his teeth over my nipples through the fabric of my bra.
“Yes,” I moaned, my back arching up to try and deepen the contact. My thighs rubbed together, the aching need already returning between them, and I reached behind my back to undo my bra before Gabe had a chance. Maybe if I got fully naked more quickly, he wouldn’t be far behind.
A sound somewhere between a groan and a growl rumbled against me as the bra loosened. With a firm yank, he pulled it down, revealing my breasts and the puckered nipple he’d just been teasing. When his mouth returned, sucking hard over my bare skin, my stomach clenched with desire.
“You have a condom, right?” I gasped, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head up to make it clear no further foreplay would be needed. I wanted him and I didn’t want to wait any longer.
With an almost sheepish smile, he reached into his pocket and pulled one out. “Fresh from the store. I have photographic proof.”
No further words were necessary as I tossed the rest of my clothes aside and he shed his, both of us naked together for the first time. I knew how his cock looked and how it tasted, but I didn’t know how it felt inside me, and I wanted so badly to know. I needed it. If a photographer had shown up in the middle of my bedroom at that moment, I didn’t know if I could stop.
Gabe’s eyes roamed over my body for a few seconds before he tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolled the latex over his stiff cock, fingers almost slipping in his haste. Every action proclaimed his impatience, his need to be inside me just as strong as my wish to have him there.
At last, after what felt like minutes but probably took no more than twenty seconds, he climbed onto the bed with me, spreading my legs around him in that firm, possessive, surprisingly dominant manner that aroused me so much in San Francisco.
“This is the first time I’ll fuck you,” he said, his hand reaching between my legs and two fingers pressing inside, checking I was still ready for him. Of course I was. “But it won’t be the last, Jen. This is just the beginning.”
“Just the beginning,” I agreed, my legs wrapping around him to draw him closer, letting him know just how much I wanted him. “What are you waiting for?”
Obviously not one to back down from a challenge, Gabe thrust into me so hard and fast that my hands slapped against the mattress, the sudden sensation of being completely filled by him straddling the line between pleasure and pain .
“Fucking hell,” he muttered above me, pausing there to savour the moment. “Even better… than I imagined.”
The breath he had to take in the middle of the sentence brought a smile to my lips, and any lingering pain fell away immediately when he began to move. Slowly at first, his hips rolled against me, pulling out and thrusting back in, each time feeling a little deeper than the one before, even though I knew that couldn’t be possible. Maybe it just felt that way because with each stroke, he claimed a little more space in my memory, branding himself in me in a way that would never leave me.
My hands moved on their own, tugging on his hair, down his neck, my nails scraping his shoulders while my heels dug into his ass that tightened with each push of his cock into me. His thrusts sped up, coming harder as I called out his name.
“Don’t go easy on me, Gabe.”
“I won’t,” he grunted, his blue eyes staring down at me with a possessiveness I didn’t expect. “You’re going to be feeling me all week, Jen. When we’re apart, you need to remember this.”
I would, I had no doubt. When his fingers slid between us to find my clit, my brain refused to form any more words. Gasps and cries, yes, but nothing that could be called language. It didn’t matter; he got the message anyway, rubbing and fucking me until my orgasm crested and pulled me under.
Gabe’s body stuttered as I shuddered, his orgasm coming hard and fast on the heels of mine. He pulsed inside me while I contracted around him, our bodies having one final wordless conversation, one last give and take before he pulled out of me and rolled over onto the bed next to me, out of breath, a little sweaty, and just as utterly satisfied as me.
Only after I rolled over to cuddle up next to him, my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest, did I realize that everything else had faded away during those intense moments of physical connection. Not once did I think about Celine or Matt or loyalty tests or private investigators, and that, more than anything else had so far, reassured me that we were both exactly where we were meant to be.
~Gabriel~
Despite the stumbling start to the day with the shock of seeing Jen at Eda’s apartment, the rest of the day couldn’t have gone any better. Everything between us felt easy. Effortless.
Perfect.
After having sex in Jen’s bedroom, we went for a swim in her pool and took a shower together afterwards, fucking again in her shower. We barbecued chicken kebabs for supper and ate out on the patio, trading more travel stories, and when we came back inside to clean up after our meal, we ended up naked again, her perched on top of the counter as I drove into her.
I should have bought more condoms.
Back in her bed, we fucked one more time before getting ready to sleep, both of us exhausted in the best possible way.
“You didn’t do any work today,” I said, only realizing it when she checked her phone before laying it face-down on the bedside table and flipping off the light before climbing into bed next to me. “Do you usually take the weekends off?”
She shook her head before laying it down on my shoulder, her body curling against mine like it belonged there. “Weekends are usually the busiest days for me, actually, but I can take time off when I need to. I just have to plan ahead.”
“Today counted as a ‘need to’ occasion?”
“What do you think?” I could hear the smile in her voice as she snuggled in deeper beside me. “I had a wonderful time today, Gabe. ”
“Me too.” If I dwelled too long on just how wonderful it had been, my cock would get too hard to go to sleep, so I forced my thoughts in a different direction instead. “Can I ask you something personal?”
“After everything we’ve done today, I think we’re past the point of needing to ask permission.”
Her teasing tone, warm and affectionate, landed on my skin like an embrace, putting me at ease.
“You’re amazing.”
She lifted her head to peer at me in the darkened room. “That’s not a question.”
“You didn’t let me finish.” My hand on the side of her head pushed her back down onto my shoulder, eliciting a soft giggle from her.
“You’re amazing,” I repeated. “Men fall for you in a matter of minutes all the time. Why aren’t you in a relationship?”
I suspected it had something to do with her former fiancé, but I didn’t want to put words in her mouth, preferring to hear her perspective on it instead.
A soft sigh blew against my chest, and somehow, that exhale told me her answer would be the truth. “I wasn’t ready for a long time. It’s not that I think we only get one love in our lives or anything like that, but the idea of opening myself up again to someone new, of letting them see the real me and not just the me that I pretend to be online, scared me.”
“I can understand that.” My fingers gently trailed up and down her soft arm, keeping us connected physically as well as emotionally through this conversation. “Have you dated?”
“Yes. I try to, at least, every now and then, but I never figured out how to stop myself from comparing the men I go out with to Matt. It always feels like he’s there in the room, at least in the back of my mind. It’s not fair to them, so it never goes very far.”
I knew very well how a person could haunt your thoughts, even when they were still alive. “Is he in the room with us right now? ”
I phrased it as a joke, hoping she’d laugh, and she did, her chest vibrating against my side in a low, sexy chuckle. “No. That’s how I knew you were different. When we were first together in person, Matt kept his distance. It felt like a sign to me.”
Warmth bloomed in my chest, my heart taking that as the compliment she obviously meant it to be.
“I think I know what you mean. At lunch, you told me that I could talk about Celine if I want to, but since then, she really hasn’t been on my mind at all. I think I needed to hear from you that she wouldn’t be an issue between us, and that freed me from worrying about it.”
Her nails scratched lightly across my chest. “I know you can’t just forget about her. You loved her.”
“I did. I wouldn’t have married her otherwise. But I think…”
I trailed off as all the emotions of the past ten days washed over me: the disbelief at her betrayal of our vows, the shock at her cold dismissal when I confronted her about it, the helplessness when she lied and manipulated the situation with Jen, and one more thing, something I’d barely allowed myself to admit that I felt.
Relief.
Relief that I didn’t have to carry the marriage for both of us anymore. Relief that I could move on and possibly find more happiness than I ever had with her.
“I think that maybe I loved the idea of her more than I actually loved her . That sounds terrible, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t think so.” Jen’s voice sounded lower in the darkness, when I couldn’t see the brightness of her eyes. “I think we can all be guilty of seeing what we want to see sometimes. With Matt gone, it’s easy to forget that we ever fought or that he had imperfect qualities. Some days, I worry that I’ve forgotten the reality of him and only remember the fantasy I built up in my head.”
“That’s exactly it. I think I had that fantasy even though Celine isn’t gone. She was right there with me, but I still saw everything through the lens of who I wanted her to be rather than accept the clues she gave me about her true character.”
We lapsed into silence, both of us absorbing that and pondering the implications of what I said.
Jen spoke her thoughts out loud first. “How do you know you won’t do the same with me? See me as who you want me to be, I mean, instead of who I am?”
Luckily, I’d just been thinking about the same thing, so I had an answer for her. “Well, for one thing, I never had a conversation like this with Celine. I can’t imagine how it would have gone if I tried. And more than that, I think that even though we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, I understand you in a way I never fully understood her. I think you understand me better too. Is that crazy?”
“I don’t think so.” She pressed a kiss into my chest, her lips warm against my skin. “I feel that way with you too. We see the world in a similar way. Not exactly the same, because that would be boring, but close enough that things feel comfortable with you. We can be open without having to worry about misjudging the fundamentals. I think this could be something real, Gabe.”
“I think so too.” I hooked her chin with one finger, tilting her head up so I could place a soft kiss on her lips. “If it doesn’t freak you out too much, I’d like to start looking for jobs around here.”
“Is that smart?”
Even in the dark, she seemed to sense my frown, and she quickly clarified further.
“I mean, until things are settled with Celine, we’re supposed to be staying away from each other.”
Right. I’d almost forgotten about that, and as fatigue set in, I didn’t want to worry about it too much that night.
“There’s no harm in looking. I’ll have to give notice and make moving arrangements, so it won’t happen right away, but at least I can get the process started.”
“That sounds good.” The sigh she released sounded pleased, and relieved, and tired, so I stopped talking to let her get some rest. Before long, we both drifted off to sleep.