Healing Gabriel (12 page)

She shrugged.  “Insomnia.”

“So you decided to make bread?  In the middle of the night?”

“Yes.”  She snapped irritably. 

He stared in surprise at her.  He had never seen her like
this before and he wasn’t quite sure what to say or do.

Morgan slapped more flour on to the dough and continued to
knead.  It was pointless.  She had already over-kneaded the darn thing and she
would have to chuck it in the garbage, but she had to do something to stop from
throwing herself on Gabe and attacking him.

For once he wasn’t wearing a long-sleeved shirt.  Instead, a
thin white tank top clung to his flat stomach and the shirt emphasized the
muscles of his broad shoulders.  She swallowed grimly and continued to pound at
the dough. 

She was hot and tired and horny and, if she was honest, a
little embarrassed that she couldn’t convince Gabe to have sex with her again. 
He had said it was the best night of his life but he was also apparently
finding it surprisingly easy to resist her. 

Her face flushed.  She’d never had any complaints before and
she knew that sometimes it was just a matter of compatibility, but she hadn’t
been lying when she had said it was amazing.  For a virgin, Gabe had done a
remarkably good job at making her come.  Part of it had been her own deep attraction
to him, and part of it had been his bigger-than-average cock.

She slammed her hands into the dough so hard the table
shook.  He was certainly blessed in that department and while she’d always
fallen firmly into the “size doesn’t matter, it’s how you use it” camp, she
couldn’t deny that it had also felt unbelievably good when he had entered her. 

He had come quickly like she knew he would, and it was why
she had gotten him to help her come beforehand.  She knew he wouldn’t last long
and she’d always taken longer than average to come from intercourse.  She had
been shocked when after only a few minutes of thrusting, an orgasm had rushed
through her.  She had squeezed around Gabe’s cock compulsively, drawing his
climax from him as the pleasure radiated through her body.

Christ
.  She had to stop thinking about it.  She had
to stop thinking about Gabe sitting beside her and how easy it would be to –

Her hands clenched deeply into the dough when she felt his
breath on her back.  He had stood up and moved behind her silently.  “What’s
this from?”

His fingers traced the large bruise on the back of her
shoulder and she shuddered all over, her fingers squeezing the dough.  “I think
it’s from the night in the pasture, when I fell holding Lemon.”

He traced it again and she jerked forward, banging her hip
bones against the table.  She winced as pain radiated down her legs.

His hands cupped her arms.  “Are you okay?”

“Please stop touching me Gabe.”  She muttered.

He stiffened and stepped away, sitting back down in the
chair with a loud thump.  She turned and frowned at the hurt look on his face.

“Don’t look at me like a hurt little puppy.”  She groused. 
“You made up these rules and I’m just trying to follow them.”

“So I can’t touch you ever?”  He scowled.

She glared at him.  “I repeat – your rules, not mine.”

He folded his arms across his chest.  “I didn’t say anything
about not touching.  All I said was I thought it would be better if we were
just friends.”

“And I agreed to it.  So we’re just friends – isn’t it
great?”

“Yeah.”  He muttered and looked down at the floor.

“Yeah, for me too.”

She turned back to the dough and grunted with frustration
when he persisted.

“I touched you before when we were friends.  I don’t see why
it’s changed.”

“Well, it has.” 

“It shouldn’t.  Friends touch all the time.  You taught me that.”

Her temper snapped and she whirled to face him.  “Fine!  You
want to touch me?  Go ahead and touch me!”

She stomped over and straddled him, dropping down on to his
lap and holding her dough-covered hands up in the air.

He swallowed hard and a thread of satisfaction went through
her when she felt his erection against her. 

“Well?  I’m waiting.  You said you wanted to touch me so do
it.”

He stared at her.  “Morgan, what has gotten into you?”

She leaned forward until her breasts brushed against his chest
and her mouth was only inches from his.  “What’s gotten into me?  You did
Gabriel.  Four nights ago you were between my legs, fucking me with that thick
cock of yours.  Or have you forgotten already?”

“No.”  He bit out.  “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Then I guess fucking me wasn’t that great for you.  If it
was, you’d understand why I don’t want you touching me like friends do.”

“I told you it was amazing - the best night of my life.”  He
gritted through clenched teeth.

She put her mouth to his ear.  “Then stop touching me Gabe. 
Because every time you do, I can barely stop myself from tearing your clothes
off and fucking you until you beg for mercy.”

He groaned loudly and then his hand was wrapping in her pony
tail and yanking her head back.  He kissed her fiercely and her lips parted
under the intense assault.  She kissed him back, pouring all of her need and
frustration from the last four days into one scorching kiss.

His hands gripped the front of her sundress and he yanked
violently on it.  The thin straps didn’t have a chance.  They ripped with a low
purring noise and he jerked the thin material of her bodice to her waist,
baring her breasts.  He cupped them roughly, pulling on her nipples as she bent
her head and bit the top of his shoulder.

He growled with pain and pulled her head back before dipping
his head and latching on to the soft skin where her neck became her shoulder. 
She gasped in pain and pleasure at the feel of his teeth and reached for the
waistband of his shorts. 

She tugged at them desperately and he raised his hips so she
could rake them down his legs.  He was naked under them and she rubbed herself
against his erection.  He reached under her dress and curled his fingers into
the crotch of her panties.  He tore them from her body with an ease that
surprised her and made her body throb with fresh lust.

She rose up, grabbed the base of his cock and impaled
herself on to his thickness.  She cried out with pleasure as he filled her
completely and she stretched around him. 

“Gabe.”  She moaned low in her throat and she grabbed the
back of the chair, holding on tightly as his hard hands curved around her
waist.  He thrust in and out of her rapidly as he kissed and bit her upper
chest and shoulders.

She bounced up and down on his lap, pulling her glasses
impatiently from her face when they slid down her nose and dropping them on the
floor.  She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and held on for dear
life when he suddenly grabbed her ass and stood up, keeping his cock deep
inside of her.  He turned and set her on the table, pushing her flat on her
back.  She wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her feet behind his back
and pulling him deeper into her.  He rested his hands on the table on either
side of her head and fucked her so hard the table banged loudly against the
wall.

She panted and moaned as he slid in and out of her.  Her
head rocked back and forth on the hard table and she came with a loud scream. 
Her body shook as he sank his cock deep into her pussy and came violently.

He lay on top of her, panting harshly in her ear as she
stroked his back through his shirt.  He lifted his head and stared anxiously at
her.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all.”  She smiled at him.  “You have dough in
your hair now.”

He grinned.  “You’re covered in flour.”

She glanced down at herself.  Her sweaty skin was dusty with
flour, and she was pretty sure the sticky mess pressing into her back was the
bread dough.  He straightened and pulled her into a sitting position before
peeling the lump of dough from her back.

“I think your bread is ruined.”

She laughed.  “Yeah.”

He fingered the broken straps of her dress.  “And I ruined
your dress.”

“You can buy me a new one.”  She kissed him lightly on the
mouth, pressing her bare breasts against him. 

He hugged her hard.  God, he had missed touching her the
last few days.  He looked around as she buried her face in his neck and kissed
it lightly.  Flour and bits of dough were everywhere.  “I’ll help you clean
up.”

“Leave it.  I’ll clean it up later.  Will you join me for a
shower?”

He nodded and lifted her off the table.  She shut the oven
off and then shimmied out of her ripped dress as he kicked off his shorts and
picked up her glasses from the floor.  She tugged at his shirt and he hesitated
only briefly before allowing her to remove it.  She kissed the scarred side of
his chest gently and, leaving their clothes on the floor of kitchen, took his
hand and led him to the bathroom.

It was bright in the bathroom.  Gabe tried to tamp down the
feelings of vulnerability and exposure as Morgan turned on the shower.  She wet
her hand, turning the cold water up until the water was cool, as he stared
miserably at himself in the mirror above the sink.  Every scar on his body
stood out in stark relief, and he grimaced as she stepped into the tub and held
out her hand. 

“C’mon Gabe.” 

He stepped into the tub with her and she closed the curtain
around them.  It blocked out some of the light and he breathed a sigh of relief
as she dipped her head under the spray of water, shuddering a little at the
coolness as the water sprayed down over her body.

Her body was perfection – smooth skin and soft curves that
made him ache to touch her.  He reached out, caught a glimpse of the scarred
skin on his left arm and dropped it back to his side.  She blinked the water
out of her eyes and stepped aside so he could take his turn under the water.

He turned so his right side was facing her and started to
inch under the shower head.  She scowled and took his arm, turning him to face
her.

“Stop hiding from me Gabe.”  She said softly.  “You’re
beautiful.  Everything about you is beautiful and I hate it when you hide.”

“Morgan, I – “

She pressed her wet fingers against his mouth.  “No.  Let me
see you.  Right now – right here.  Close your eyes honey.”

She pushed him back gently under the spray of water, keeping
his body facing hers, and he closed his eyes.  He jerked a little at the first
touch of her fingers on his scarred cheek.  She touched him, exploring the
valleys and bumps that was his skin, and he couldn’t keep his eyes shut.  He
needed to look at her.  He needed to see the expression on her face as she
examined him.

His eyes fluttered open.  She was studying his face
intently.  She was squinting a little bit, and he supposed that without her
glasses or contacts he was a bit fuzzy to her.  The thought soothed him a
little.  There was no disgust in her eyes and, more importantly, no pity.  His
hands moved without him realizing it, gripping her naked waist, as he watched
need and desire dance across her face.

She moved to his chest, stroking and touching his ruined flesh,
examining every part of him without commenting.  His cock was half-hard already
as she lifted his left arm and ran her fingers down his biceps.

He gasped and she stared up at him.  “Does that hurt?”

“No.”

She nodded and continued her gentle exploration.  Her
fingers skimmed down his side and when he squirmed she raised an eyebrow at
him.

“Tickles.”  He grunted and she smiled widely at him.

“Good to know.”

She made him turn around so she could examine his back.  Her
fingers traced along his body and he groaned when she bent a little and he felt
her warm breath on his skin.

After what felt like an eternity, she straightened and
pressed her wet naked body against his back.  He could feel her breasts, their
nipples hard, pressing against him and he clenched his hands into tight fists. 
God, he wanted her again already.  He wanted to be deep inside of her, wanted
to hear her moaning his name, but he controlled himself fiercely.  He didn’t
want her thinking he was some sort of freakish sex addict.  He had no idea if
being this horny so soon after sex was normal, and there really had been
nothing sexual about her touching him.

She might find him attractive, burns and all, but pawing at
her like some horny dog was bound to turn her off.  He wished bitterly that he
had some - hell
any
- idea of what was normal and how he was supposed to
act. 

He realized that she had lathered soap between her hands and
was starting to run it over his wet skin.  His cock, which had softened a bit
as he worried internally, immediately stiffened to its former rock-hardness.  He
kept his back to her as she soaped his back and ass and legs.  When her hands
slid around to his front and gently washed the dough and flour from his chest,
he gritted his teeth against the groan of need that wanted to escape.  She
lifted each of his arms and washed them thoroughly before her hands moved to
his stomach.

His breath hissed between his teeth when she traced the hard
muscles of his abdomen, the soap making her fingers move slickly across his
skin.  She kissed the left side of his neck, her lips pressing gently across
the raised skin, before she caught his earlobe in her mouth and worried it
lightly with her teeth.

“All clean.”  She whispered.

“Thanks.”  He cleared his throat.

“Well, almost all clean.”  She licked a drop of water from
his scarred face.  “I missed one spot, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.”  He said hoarsely.  He trembled violently when her
hand slid from his abdomen to his dick, and she wrapped her long fingers around
him.

“My God.”  She whispered when she realized how hard he was.  “That
was quick.”

“I’m sorry.”  He muttered.

She kissed his neck again.  “Sorry?  Oh honey, trust me –
you have nothing to be sorry about.  Do you have any idea how many men would
kill to have this quick of a recovery time?”

Her hand was beginning to stroke his hard shaft, and his
hips moved with the motion of her touch.  She peered around his arm to stare
down at his cock, and he swelled in her hand at the look of dark lust on her
face.

“So big.”  She muttered as she widened her fingers to keep a
firm grasp on his throbbing, swelling cock.  “So hard and so thick.”  Her voice
had slowed and deepened into a low, honey-coated rasp and he bucked against her
in response. 

“Touch yourself Gabe.”  She suddenly whispered.

“I – what?”  He blinked in surprise as she used her other
hand to guide his right hand to his cock.  She wrapped his fingers around it
and then rubbed at his forearm.

“I want to watch you touching yourself.”  She smiled at
him.  “Show me how you make yourself feel good.”

She kept her hand on his arm, small streams of water running
down their bodies, as he began to stroke his cock.  She rubbed her breasts
against his back and ran her hand over his stomach as he stroked back and
forth.  He moved slowly at first, feeling awkward and self-conscious, but her
soft moans of approval and the way she continued to rub her naked body against
his had his hand stroking harder and faster.

He rubbed his thumb over the head of it, crying out with
pleasure when she suddenly pinched his right nipple. His back arched and he
almost came in his hand. 

“Do you have any idea how much I love fucking you Gabe?” 
She whispered into his ear as her hand came down and covered his.  He moved his
hand away, and she wrapped her fingers around his smooth shaft and began to
mimic the way he had stroked it.

“The way your cock fills me up, how quickly you can make me
come – that’s never happened to me before.”  She made a small twisting motion
with her hand and he moaned loudly.

“I could spend hours riding your cock.”  She continued
softly.  “Fucking you is all I think about anymore.  You’ve turned me into a
nymphomaniac.” 

She turned him around, her hand still gripping his shaft
firmly.  She stroked harder, squeezing and releasing his cock in a rough rhythm
that made his knees weak.

“Morgan please…”  He whispered.

“Please what?”  She kissed him and he thrust his tongue into
her mouth with a desperation that embarrassed him.

“I need - ” He moaned when she released his mouth.

“Need what?”  She asked teasingly.  “This?”  She ran her
fingers over the head of his cock.  “Or maybe this?”  She pumped him hard and
fast, her fingers tightening around him as he cried out and thrust his pelvis
against her.

“Tell me what you need Gabe.” 

He wanted her mouth.  Oh God how he wanted her mouth.  The
last three days when he wasn’t thinking about burying his cock in her, he was
remembering the way she had looked on her knees in front of him.  Remembering
how hot and wet her mouth had been, the way her tongue had slicked across him, and
how her lips had squeezed and tormented.

She was still stroking him, still driving him mad with her
soft hands, and he held her hips so tightly he could feel his fingers sinking
into her soft flesh.

“Tell me.”  She bit his shoulder.

“Your mouth!”  He cried out.  “I need your mouth!  Please
Morgan!”

She immediately sank to her knees, opened her mouth wide and
took half of his cock into her mouth with one smooth motion.  She sucked hard,
her cheeks hollowing out, and he cried out and tangled his fingers in her
hair. 

His hand tightened in the wet strands and he thrust
mindlessly into her mouth.  Her hand was reaching between his legs; they cupped
his heavy balls gently for a few seconds and then she was reaching for the
smooth patch of skin just behind them.  She pressed firmly and he shouted out
with hoarse pleasure as his cock swelled and released jet after jet of warm
seed into her mouth.  She swallowed and licked and sucked until he was done,
before rising to her feet. 

He stared dazedly at her and she gave him a delighted grin
before pushing him gently away from the spray of water.  He watched as she
turned the hot water up and ducked under the water, quickly soaping and washing
her entire body as he stood trembling behind her.

As she rinsed the last of the soap from her smooth skin, she
peered at him.  “You okay big fella?”

“Yeah, I – that was incredible.”  He said weakly.

She grinned.  “I’m glad you liked it.”

He reached out and tugged her wet, naked body against his. 
“I’d uh, I’d like to return the favour.”  He blushed a little.

She bit her lip and her eyes darkened until they were almost
the same shade of blue as his.  “I’d like that too Gabe.”

She shut the water off and they stepped out of the tub,
toweling each other off quickly.  She took his hand to lead him to the bedroom
and squealed with shock when he scooped her up.  He carried her out of the
bathroom and down the hall towards her bedroom.

He set her down gently on the bed and she turned the bedside
lamp on.  The room was lit with a soft glow and she wiggled back until he could
kneel between her legs.  He leaned down and placed a soft kiss between her
breasts and she sighed with delight and kneaded at his shoulders.

He kissed the tender underside of each breast and then the
sides, using his tongue to explore her soft pale flesh until she was moaning
quietly.  Her nipples were rock hard and he licked lightly along the tip of her
right one. 

“Gabriel.”  She said his name in a soft little moan and he
took her entire nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on it.

“Oh God.  You are getting so good at this.”  She muttered.

“I was bad at it before?”  He whispered teasingly.

She shook her head.  “No - just a bit timid maybe.”

He bit down on her nipple and she arched her back, a cry
escaping her throat.  He tugged on her nipple, stretching it out with his teeth
as she wrapped her legs around his thighs and rubbed her pelvis against him.

He switched to her other breast, teasing it with his teeth
and mouth until she whimpered with need.

“Too rough now?”  He licked her nipple and she shook her
head again.

“No Gabe.  It feels so good.”

He kissed his way down her body, tasting every part of her
skin with his tongue.  He stopped at the scar on her stomach, remembering the
way he had wanted to kiss it the first time she showed it to him, and spent
extra time kissing and licking the raised skin.

He kissed her hip bones and traced each rib with his tongue
before he whispered, “Turn over Morgan.”

She rolled on to her stomach and he straddled her hips and
traced his fingers up and down her back.  She giggled and twisted her head to
look back at him.  “That tickles.”

He grinned at her.  “Good to know.”

He leaned over her and lightly kissed the bruise on the top
of her back.  “That night, when I heard you scream in the dark and the rain, I
nearly went crazy.”  He confessed as he leaned over her and swept her hair to
the side so he could kiss the back of her neck.  “If I hadn’t gotten home when
I did…”

He kissed her soft cheek and she turned so she could kiss
his mouth.  “You got there in time.  I’m fine.”

“Are you?”  He stroked her forehead.

She nodded.  “Yeah, I think so.  I haven’t been sleeping all
that great the last few days, but I’m not sure if that’s because I missed you
or because of the near-death experience.”

He kissed the tip of her nose.  “I missed you too honey.”

She smiled at the endearment and he blushed a little before
he started kissing her smooth back again.  She took a trembling breath and arched
her back as he licked her spine.  He scooted down until he was straddling her
knees, and stared appreciatively at her ass. 

“You have a really great ass.”  He suddenly announced and
then blushed again.

She laughed and wiggled it at him.  “Thank you.”

He stroked her ass, his fingers squeezing and pressing, and
her laughter turned into a low moan.  He rubbed the back of her thighs and then
pulled on her hip, urging her to turn over.  She did and he knelt between her
legs again and stared at the dark curls between her thighs.

He was nervous and she must have sensed it because she sat
up and cupped his face.  “If you don’t want to do this Gabe, you don’t have
to.”

He kissed her.  “Trust me – I want to do this.”  The blush
that still lingered in his cheeks, deepened.  “I’m just uh, a little worried
that I won’t do it right.”

She smiled.  “Whatever you do will feel good.  Honestly.”

He gave her an anxious look and she grinned at him.  “If you
don’t get it right this time, I’ll just make you practice twice a day until you
do.  Deal?”