Love & Loss (36 page)

‘No room,’ he replied with a mysterious smile. ‘How about on the mantelpiece in the bathroom?’

‘Perfect,’ I smiled.

‘I’m glad you like it, it was sold out in major stockists and I had one hell of a job trying to find another.’

‘You’re so thoughtful, thank you,’ I smiled and pursed my lips for a kiss. He took the sculpture as I starting clearing the dining table and loaded up the red retro dishwasher and ran my hand over it and bit my lip. I loved it, I loved everything in here as we’d chosen it all together, even that damned expensive chandelier extractor. Gabe slipped his arms around me as I stood at the sink.

‘What are you thinking?’

‘About that extractor.’

‘Still?’ he groaned.

‘It’s spectacular,’ I giggled and he laughed and kissed my neck. ‘You’d better hope that I don’t get over my babies phobia anytime soon as we wouldn’t be able to live here anymore with it being one bedroomed.’ I felt his hands run down to cover my stomach.

‘If you ever have any of my children in here,’ his hand circled my tummy, ‘I’d make sure they had a roof over their head no matter what Mia, you never need to worry about that,’ he said quietly as his palms pressed tightly against me. I took a deep breath and put my hands over his.

‘I know Gabe, you’d love our children as much as you do me, but what if I can’t give them to you?’

‘Sssshhhh, we’ve made enough progress for one day my little commitment phobe. You’ve just moved in with me, I don’t need any more from you for a while, except maybe access to this seriously hot body,’ he whispered against my neck as his lips moved in and I tilted it to the side for him.

‘You mean that?’ I whimpered.

‘I do, as of today you’re my permanent live in
amazing
lover,’ he stated between kisses that resonated down to every pleasure receptive particle in my body.

‘Your live in lover wants to be taken to bed and doesn’t want to get up for the next twenty four hours,’ I sighed and groaned as he shifted his hips behind me, letting me feel his solidness.

‘I think that can be arranged. Give me five minutes and I’ll come and get you.’ He left me clutching the sink as he disappeared to the bedroom. How could he get me so worked up with a few kisses on my neck? I was still standing there when he strode back in and lifted me up into his arms and smiled down at me. ‘Ready.’

‘I am,’ I nodded as I looked up at him all excited. I was keen to see our new bedroom, but even keener to have him between my thighs and to drag him deep inside me as we claimed another room as ours.

‘Wow, lust and love face in one,’ he grinned as he carried me to the door.

‘You’re not nervous I won’t like it?’ I asked as he drew to a halt.

‘I know you love my cock baby, you can’t get enough of him,’ he winked.

‘Not your cock,
everyone
loves your cock, me especially. I meant the bedroom,’ I laughed as kissed his throat.

‘I’d like to think I know you well enough by now to have got it right. Open the door for me.’ He nodded at the chrome handle set into the frosted glass and oak framed door and I put my hand on it and pulled it down. ‘Close your eyes until I tell you to open them,’ he instructed and I did as I was told and gave the door a push. I felt him carefully set me down and steady me as I wobbled, then heard the door close and he repositioned me, standing behind me with his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. ‘Ok, open.’

I did so slowly, and my eyes roamed around the room as I remained silent, totally dumbstruck. To my left, between the two large sash windows with purple and white roman blinds, was a large dressing table and white leather cube stool and it had my bottles of perfume lined up on it and a huge white leather jewellery box. There was a large wall mounted mirror and hooks with my necklaces hanging from it. The bed was facing the door, and it wasn’t a cast iron one as I’d expected, it was a super king sized white leather bed with a sleigh rounded footer and a huge padded headboard against the white painted half wall, below the bare brick upper. The bed had been made with crisp white linen and a thick purple satin quilted throw lay across the bottom. There was a string of twinkling fairy lights along the shelf behind the bed, and lots of glowing tea lights. Our two bedside tables had silver Philippe Starck Ghost lamps, like the gold ones I’d admired in Edinburgh, and I saw he’d put a red and white rose on my side along with another Doug Hyde porcelain sculpture, “Declaring my Love” which I’d had my eyes on for ages.

He’d put my Doug Hyde “Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow” painting from my old bedroom above the bed and the chocolate heart with our names on above a white leather tub chair in the corner. There were two main focal points in the room. Where I’d expected to see a door to the dressing room, was a large panel, which I assumed was a sliding door, on which the picture of us holding hands had been blown up and I felt tears prick at my eyes. Facing the bed, he’d salvaged an old Victorian white iron fireplace surround and had the modern flame effect fire put in and there was a large mirror above it, that I assumed was one of his special mirrored TV’s, all offset on the same rich purple paint from my old room. Even the dressing table and bedside tables were the same shabby chic range. I knew he’d done it to try and make me feel as at home as possible and I was so touched.

‘Do you like it?’ he whispered. I nodded and squeezed his hands, still speechless, and looked around again trying to take it all in. Something caught my eye on the ceiling and I looked up and gasped. There was no central light like I’d expected, but a twinkling star filled white sky. ‘It’s a fibre optic star ceiling, you said you loved sparkle so I thought it would be a nice idea.’ I felt him shrug behind me and I spun around in his arms and jumped up onto hips and flung my arms around his neck.

‘It’s better than I could have even done myself, you know me so well, I absolutely
love
it. Thank you thank you thank you,’ I uttered between kisses all over his face. He started laughing and squeezed me tightly to him.

‘Thank God, you were so quiet I thought you hated it.’

‘
Gabe
, how could I hate it? You’ve picked colours I love, remembered the lamps I pointed out, chosen me another Doug Hyde sculpture and matched up with my favourite furniture and there’s all the twinkling lights and … and that picture on the dressing room door. It’s the most perfect bedroom I’ve ever seen.’

‘Perfect for my perfect girl,’ he smiled as he kissed me again.

‘I’m surprised with the bed, it looks beautiful, but I thought you wanted a metal one like mine as you love cuffing me to it.’

‘Hmmm, I do, but I also love bending you over that rounded leather, so I came up with a compromise.’

‘What?’ I asked with another kiss, pleased to see that he looked as happy as I was feeling right now.

‘You’ll have to get down for me to show you,’ he said apologetically as he lifted me off him. He led me to a foot of the bed and took my hand and ran it over the smooth leather slowly. I took in a sharp breath, it felt very sensual the way he was moving my hand and as he gently pushed it down between the leather and the foot of the mattress I felt a metal hook. ‘There’s eight spaced along the bottom, dependant on how flexible you’re feeling,’ he winked and I pressed my thighs together as I felt a surge of excitement converge there.

‘What about my hands, are there more up the top?’ I asked as I flicked a look down to his crotch, pleased to see he looked as turned on as I was feeling right now.

‘No, come see.’ He led me to the top, on his side and let go of my hand and flicked a chrome switch at the side of the headboard and I watched in amazement as the white leather started to rise, James Bond style, and I gasped as it revealed another smaller padded leather board with solid metal hooks and carabineers embedded all over it.

‘Are you serious?’ I uttered. ‘Where the hell did you get this?’

‘A bespoke designer BDSM furniture maker.’

‘O my God,’ I laughed. ‘Tell me Robert, Doug or Lexi didn’t get to see this? It’s bad enough they’ve all seen the pole.’

‘No, this was for our eyes only, well the builders too as they had to make sure it was secured properly to the wall.’

‘Gabe you must have spent a fortune.’

‘It was worth it to see your smile and right now I’d like to see you smile even more.’

‘What did you have in mind Mr Austin?’ I asked coyly as I backed away from him.

‘Well I was thinking you could get naked with me and let me run my hands and lips all over your body and we could christen this bed by making love.’

‘Making love not fucking?’ I teased as I pulled off my t-shirt and watched him catch his breath as he looked at my bare swollen nipples.

‘Making love this time, but as I have you in here, alone for over twenty four hours, fucking and use of those wall mounted hooks definitely feature in a number of scenario’s I’ve been dreaming of,’ he growled as he slowly revealed his magnificent upper body and smiled as I let out a small groan. ‘Get those trousers and knickers off baby, now,’ he ordered as he dropped his sweats and I watched his erection spring free and bob in front of him. I complied immediately and virtually swooned as he pulled me against him. His hard body pressing against my aching nipples as one hand gripped my bare backside and the other clasped the nape of my neck.

‘Kiss me,’ I whimpered. He did, my lips tingling as he worked softly against them, teasing me, with gentle flickers of his tongue, giving me hints of what was to come. I slid my hands up his rounded biceps to clasp his solid shoulders. ‘God I love your body,’ I groaned and he gripped my bottom tighter as he plunged his tongue deep into the recesses of my mouth, claiming his stake on not just the room, but my body and I gave into it, willingly. I felt myself falling and he followed me down onto the bed, resting on his forearms as his kisses grew more intense. I hooked my feet around his ankles and thrust my hips up to crush his and to take away the unbearable pulsating of my clit and swollen flesh.

‘
Baby
,’ he sighed into my mouth. ‘I need you, now.’ He stood and lifted me, then threw me up into the middle of the bed and quickly climbed back over me as I tried to regulate my breathing. He restrained me with one hand around my throat as he kissed me again, before running that hand down between my breasts and over my quivering stomach and ran his fingers around my tattoo. ‘All mine.’

‘All yours,’ I nodded as I felt myself clenching and lubricating desperate to accept him. ‘Please Gabe, I want you,’ I pleaded and he nudged my legs apart as he settled between my thighs and gazed at me, fire in his eyes.

‘Look at me, all the time, understood?’

‘Understood,’ I nodded firmly and quickly grabbed his bottom and yanked his pelvis down on mine.

‘Are you as desperate as me?’ he groaned as he slowly ran himself along my length making me let out a strangled cry.

‘Yes, stop teasing me.’

‘I’m extra turned on knowing that you’re finally living with me while wearing that ring around your neck, I’m worried I’ll bruise you.’

‘So bruise me, I’ll deal, I just need you inside me, please Gabe.’ I grasped my breasts and squeezed them trying to alleviate the painful swelling and he groaned and ran his hand between my thighs and adjusted himself until I could feel his velvety soft skin drawing back over his thick head as he inched his way into me. I mewled and pushed my hips up as I grabbed his bottom and wrapped my legs around the back of his thighs and screamed as I forced him all the way into me.

‘Shit,’ he groaned. I whimpered his name and felt my lips trembling as I looked up at him. He slowly pulled back before pushing his way back in again. With a few expert swivels of his hips my head tipped back as my back arched and I cried as the sweet release of my orgasm spread through my body. ‘O baby, you’re so receptive to me. More?’

‘More,’ I whispered nodding as I reached up to brush his cheek while my hips moved in perfect synchronicity to his. He turned his head and kissed my wrist before linking fingers and putting my hand up on the side of my head and repeating with the other as he continued to maintain eye contact. I rippled my internal muscles up and down his shaft and he grimaced, closed his eyes and groaned before looking back at me.

‘Again,’ he ordered. Every time I did it he powered into me more forcefully and I was panting and crying out with every thrust, praying the soundproofing was good enough to stop our new neighbours below from hearing the two of us. Gabe was groaning in time to my squeals and the noise filled my ears and heightened my senses. Every nerve of each inch of skin he was touching was screaming pleasure at my brain, my eyes were melding with his blue pools of desire, I could hear our heartbeats over the sighs and groans and I could smell the intoxicating aroma of his skin and the musky alluring smell of sex clinging to our bodies. Nothing could ever compare to making love with my wonderful man.

‘Gabe,’ I cried as my body started to tense again. ‘Come with me, please come with me, I want to come together.’

‘Anything for you baby,’ he nodded as he speeded up his strokes. ‘You … look … so … beautiful,’ he panted. ‘I love … you Mia.’

‘I love you Gabe,’ I gasped before my vocal cords froze as my mouth juddered and I started to climax. I felt my buttocks tense, my thighs tighten around his hips and my toes cramp and our fingers tighten around each other’s. I tried to tell him I was there, but nothing came out, yet he knew, he could feel it in me. As I sucked in a deep breath of air, then cried really loudly, he groaned and gave one final thrust as I felt him coat my sides again and again with warmth before he collapsed on my trembling body, kissing my ear as we tried to catch our breath.

‘O God Mia, please tell me you’re not joking about us spending all night and day in bed? I can’t get enough of you baby.’

‘Nor me you, that was … was …’

‘I know,’ he whispered as he kissed his way around to my mouth and we just lost ourselves in sweet tender kisses that told each other just how much the other meant to us. He finally lifted his head and smiled down at me and kissed the tip of my nose and I giggled happily. ‘So are you going to show me how this bidet works?’