Chapter Twenty #2
“Diane,” I said through gritted teeth, pressing her against the wall. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing less than what you did to me. I want to rock your world," she said.
I pressed my fingers to her pussy. Looking down between us, I leisurely circled her clit. She instantly started shaking.
"Gabe," she said, "What are you doing?"
"Punishing you."
"For what?" Her voice was weak.
"Tempting me like that."
"Is this your idea of punishment?" She furrowed her brow and tilted the corners of her mouth downward.
I pressed her back to the wall and continued my delicious torture.
She started panting and whimpered, "How is this even possible?"
"Come around my cock, Diane."
She climaxed the next second. While the first one took over her entire body, this orgasm was completely different. She dug her fingers into my arms, her head dropping to one side.
Her loud moans triggered my own pleasure.
I didn't even have enough control left to move away from the wall.
I kept one hand under her ass, wedging my thumb between her and the wall, and splayed the other one along her spine.
Then I fucked her so hard that I could barely breathe. I'd never needed a release so fast.
I kissed her neck, then rested my forehead against her while I moved. The only thing I could focus on was chasing my release. But even through my haze, I still knew I wanted one other thing.
"I want you to come with me." My voice was so damn gruff that I wasn't even sure she could understand me.
But then she said, "Yes, I’m already coming."
I exploded inside her the second she started crying out my name. Orgasming at the same time was an entirely different experience. I was surrounded by her pleasure while I gave in to mine.
Since she had come three times, her pussy was even tighter than before. I rocked in and out of her until we were both spent and satisfied, and then I carried her to the bathroom. I didn't put her down, just stepped into the walk-in shower.
She looked around with a curious expression. "You're even bringing me into the shower? It's full service with you, isn't it?"
"You bet it is." I started the water, turning it hot, and stood to one side for a few seconds.
"Why aren't we under it?" she asked.
"Because it takes a while for the water to turn warm in this ancient house."
When I was satisfied it was a pleasant temperature, I put her down, and we walked under the spray of water. She grinned up at me as her hair turned wet.
I laughed. "What's with the grin?"
"I'm not sure how to put it into words, but I hope this expresses everything I'm feeling."
I kissed the tip of her nose. "It does, don't worry."
We cleaned up quickly, and I shut off the water before grabbing a couple towels for us.
After wrapping one around herself, she asked for my blow-dryer.
I had one that I used once in a blue moon, mostly in the winter if it was freezing outside.
While she dried her hair, she looked at everything I had on the counter.
"Why is this completely unused?" she asked, pointing to a bottle of body lotion.
"I don't like body lotion. It just came in the same set as my shower gel."
"Can I use it?"
"Sure. In fact, I'll put it on you. You keep doing what you're doing."
She gave me a sassy smile while I squirted lotion into my palms and then started with her free arm.
"We're not going to need this," I said, undoing her towel and letting it drop to the floor. I liked the idea of her using this lotion.
"Now you're going to smell like me," I said. "And everyone will know you're off-limits."
"Interesting way of marking your territory."
"Fuck yes," I said as she put the blow-dryer down. Her hair was still a bit damp. "I don't want anyone even looking at you." Let alone coming within sniffing distance of her.
"Gabe."
I put one hand on her stomach, splaying my fingers wide to reach as much of her as I could.
"Do you understand?" I said, looking at her in the mirror. "No one."
"But that means you won't see anyone else either, right?"
"Obviously."
She hesitated. "It's not obvious. I've heard through the grapevine that you don't really do this."
"I don't," I clarified. "I've never wanted to or felt the need to."
And yet with her, neither of those things was true. Even though we'd just satisfied each other, the need to be closer to her was even stronger than before. I wasn't chasing yet another climax. I wasn't chasing anything. I simply relished this closeness and wanted more of it.
She turned around to face me. "You want to continue putting lotion on me? You're very good at it."
"Your wish is my command."
I'd finished with her back, and now I applied it to her breasts and belly before going down her legs.
The only spot I left untouched was her pussy.
Then I rose to my feet and kissed her, hungry but gentle at the same time.
I felt the need to do things differently with her than anyone before.
I simply felt the need to be different and change my ways for her.
That was something I'd never planned on happening.
After I finished slathering on lotion, we went to the kitchen.
I put on clothes, but she was wearing a robe because her dress got wrinkled, and her clothes were in the attic.
That was an inconvenience. I didn't want her to trudge up and down that godawful spiral staircase for every little thing she needed.
I was about to ask her if she wanted to bring down a few things when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it since I'm dressed."
"And I'm going to hide," she said.
I unlocked the front door and opened it quickly, determined to get rid of whoever it was. Probably a salesman or a delivery guy.
"Hi, Celia!" I exclaimed. Shit! This was the one person I couldn't just send away and from whom Diane couldn't hide.
Celia held up a brown take-out bag. "Hey, Gabe. I’m just going to head upstairs to check on my sister. She's been out of it all week."
"Sure, come in.”
“Are you okay?"
I nodded.
"I've heard you haven't been at the office all week. Did she give you her bug or something?" She looked worried.
"No, nothing like that," I said. "Sometimes I prefer to work from home after a trip."
"I'll go straight upstairs. I don't want to keep you."
"She isn't upstairs."
Celia cocked a brow. "Right. She did tell me she's using the kitchen."
My mind raced. I saw no possible way out of this. Diane was down here wearing a robe. It wouldn't take a genius to put two and two together.
"I'm here," Diane said. She sounded uncertain as she stepped out of the kitchen.
Celia jerked her head back, then looked from her sister to me.
"How are you feeling?" she asked Diane. From her tone of voice, I knew what she actually wanted to ask was "What the hell is going on?"
"I’ll leave the two of you to talk." I glanced at Diane. "Unless you want me to stay?"
Diane closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them and looked straight at her sister. "Celia… this isn't how I wanted you to find out, but Gabe and I are dating."
Celia frowned and didn't speak right away. I suspected she was trying to rein herself in because I was her boss.
"How long has this been going on?" she asked Diane.
"Not long. The night before Gabe left for Texas."
"So you lied when I asked you how things are going with Gabe?" Celia said.
"I didn't want to tell you like that. Ideally, I wanted to take you out for coffee or something."