Her Madonna, which was a black stoned dermal top that she could screw into the plastic labret that sat underneath the skin on her right cheekbone, aligned with the outside corner of her eye.
She left the remaining four pieces in a little pile next to the now empty baggie.
"You want me to put them in?" Gabe asked incredulously.
She nodded, still fiddling with the studs for her ears.
"Ah, Crys, I don't know," he started, his eyes darting between the jewelry and her ears.
"You won't hurt me, Gay," she said softly, slipping into the name she'd first learned to say when they were both little more than babies.
He sat down in the chair next to her.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, please?"
He grabbed her chin and pressed so she would turn her head.
He swallowed thickly.
"Okay, then. But I can't do this sitting down. Get up on the table," he said standing up.
Crys slid her t-shirt back over her head and climbed up to sit on the oak table and presented her right ear towards him, standing at the edge of the table.
"I've never done this before," he mumbled.
"Here. This goes in the hole at the top of my ear," she murmured.
Gabe squinted at her ear and saw the hole she was talking about. Once he got the hang of it, poking the stud into the hole and putting the back on the stem, it actually went really fast.
Screwing the black piece on a stem into the small hole in her cheekbone went easier than he thought, too.
The nose ring kind of gave him the willies, but slid in without a hitch.
Crys swiveled and presented her left ear, handing him the studs and backs until all four were in place.
"Okay, done," Gabe said with a sigh and a smile. Though it hadn't been as awful as he thought it was going to be, it still wasn't something he was comfortable doing.
"Not quite," Crystal said shooting him an enigmatic grin.
Gabe just looked at her.
"Gabe, how many piercings did I tell you I had?"
He remembered their conversation yesterday. "Sixteen?"
"Mm-hmm. And how many have you put in?" she asked her grin growing wider.
He started counting.
He looked at her with a puzzled frown.
Crys's grin was now a full-fledged smile.
He re-counted.
"We only put in twelve," he said, his eyes on hers.
She slowly lifted one eyebrow and tilted her head.
"Are you ready to do the rest?" Her voice was slow and he couldn't help but watch her mouth.
He tried to think where the other four might go and felt his dick begin to twitch.
Oh, shit.
He swallowed and looked away, trying to get a handle on his rising desire.
Gabe glanced at her and saw she was now smiling softly.
"You need me to double-dog dare you, Gabe?" she continued in that slow, sexy voice.
He just stared at her mouth as his mind conjured up the different places she might be pierced and found that his cock was enjoying the hell out of the mental images.
Gabe didn't answer but grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the table as his other hand scooped up the remaining jewelry before he walked down the hall to the bedroom.
*.*.*.*.*
I followed him to the bedroom, feeling myself begin to get wet thinking about having Gabe's hands on me. Having his eyes on me in places I'd fantasized him seeing.
"Standing up or laying down?" he asked when we were at the side of the bed.
Either way would get the job done.
But he didn't know that.
And, truthfully?
I wanted him.
I wanted him to touch me, to feel me.
After all these years to finally be inside me.
"Laying down would be better," I answered but not necessarily to the question he had asked.
I crawled up the bed and turned over onto my back. "Could you get a bath towel?"
"Uh, okay," he said moving to the bathroom. When he was out of the room, I slipped my panties off and quickly flicked them on the floor, while dragging my big t-shirt back down.
We really didn't need the towel but I had a plan in mind that, if it worked out, would have us doing the kind of stuff I'd been dreaming about since I was fourteen.
He came back with the towel and handed it to me as he sat on the edge of the bed.
I slipped the towel up under my t-shirt, spreading it so it covered the whole of my front. Then I peeled my t-shirt off and laid back down.
"Jewelry?" I asked, watching him blink as he gazed at my naked shoulders, covered with my ink, the black vines and red flowers that continued from my shoulders down both arms to my wrists.
He held his hand out. I chose the barbell with the black jet dangle and watched as he put the remaining jewelry on the nightstand.
I folded down one corner of the towel and exposed my right breast. My nipples were like stone and I could feel my heartbeat between my legs.
"God, Crys," he breathed. My heart was booming just seeing him look at me. Looking at my breast with desire in his eyes.
"You have to pull the nipple out a bit to find the hole," I explained on a whisper. But my heart was saying, touch me, please, touch me.
His left hand reached out and caressed the full curve of my breast. My eyes followed his hand until I felt him looking at my face.
Our gazes caught and held.
He moved closer and dropped his lips to mine, his hand still on my breast but now caressing it.
Soon our lips and tongues were fused together, moving slowly.
"Let's get this done so I can be with you," he whispered.
He wanted to be with me.
Be with me like that.
I put my hand over his on my breast and grabbed my hard nipple, stretching it as he inserted the barbell portion in and screwed on the ball. This piece was shaped like the letter 'D' with a dangle of black and clear crystals off the u-shaped portion.
"Fucking hot, Crys," Gabe said, his eyes admiring.
I folded down the other side of the towel, and he immediately reached for my breast with his other hand.
"We need the barbell with the black stones," I explained. It took him a couple of beats before he focused on my words and reached for the piece of jewelry as I described. I again held my nipple as he threaded the barbell through and secured it.
"Goddamn, Crys," he said in wonder. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."
I looked down at my chest. I'm not flat chested but my boobs weren't anything to write home about either. They complemented my frame, but with the body jewelry and ink? I knew I looked better than average.
And he said it was hot.
He brought his mouth back to mine and I opened my lips gladly. His hands caressed both my breasts as his thumbs played with my nipples and the jewelry.
My arms went around his shoulders, one hand threaded through his hair.
God, he felt wonderful. His mouth, his hands on me were better than I had imagined.
I moaned as my hips began to move.
His mouth went down to explore both my skin and the metal, his tongue hot against me.
Oh, God.
"What's next, Baby?" he asked raising his head, our eyes catching again. I could feel his stare down in the deepest parts of me.
"The black gem on the half-circle with the chain," I said, my voice breathy. I showed him how to thread the half circle into the piercing right above my navel and I sat up to run the chain around my waist.
I held the two ends together as he threaded the piece to hold it.
"Fuck me," he breathed taking in the whole of it, my breasts and the waist chain and dangle of my navel jewelry.
I felt my wetness increase with a pulse at his words.
"One more piece, Gabe," I whispered.
His hand had unconsciously rubbed his hard-on clearly showing in his jeans. He stopped and
reached for the last piece on the nightstand.
I let him remove the towel from me completely and saw his cock flex out of the corner of my eye.
"If I've gotta be naked, then it's only fair you get naked, too," I said which made him stop in mid-movement.
I never saw anyone take their clothes off so fast in my life.
And I learned that Gabe wasn't shy about being naked, or touching himself while I watched.
God, so fucking hot.
He came back to where I was on the bed and got between my legs. I bent my knees and then reached to hold my nether lips open.
"Where does it go?" Gabe asked, his eyes glued to my pussy.
"My clit," I said, hardly able to get the words out. I was on fire and it was hard for my mind to supply the words when all I wanted was to release the pressure that had been building up inside me since the re-bandaging at the table.
"Fuck, Crys," Gabe said, holding and stroking his beautiful cock. "Which way? Up and down or side to side?"
"Which do you prefer?" I asked, looking down at myself. I was swollen and my wetness was very visible. "I'm pierced for both."
He closed his eyes grabbing himself at the base of his hardness and held tightly.
I wasn't the only one hanging on by a thread.
We were both panting and I saw his hands were shaking as he took the barbell apart.
"Which feels better to you, Kitten?" he asked, his eyes moving up over my bejeweled body before they met mine.
"Side to side, Gabe."
I pressed the two fingers that had been holding myself open until they were on either side of my swollen nub, pushing the hood back so he could see where it was to go.
I felt his maneuvers and, in my heated state, it was like a long slow caress which was all it took to send me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me.
"Gabe!" I yelled, my back bowed, hands twisting the bed clothes.
When I started coming back to myself, I raised my head and saw Gabe sitting between my legs. His cock was in his hand which was covered in his own cum.
"Well," he said with a wry grin. "I wanted to come with you. Guess I should have been more specific about how it happened."
I couldn't help laughing with him as I watched him head to the bathroom.
I was lying on my side when he came back to lay down beside me.
"Can we try that again?" I asked.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," he said, pulling me close. "Is it going to hurt if I touch you with your metal in?"
"No, it makes it more sensitive," I answered, my nose just touching his.
"You do know that I've wanted to do this since forever, right?" he whispered.
"I know that I've wanted to do this with you since forever, too," I whispered back.
He just looked at me before he moved to kiss me and to touch me.
Our movements were slow and drawn out, each gasp or moan followed up on to be sure that the reaction was noted and stored away for future reference. Our hands mapped out each other's body, learning the curves and dips, the rough and the smooth. Our bodies' movements in response to the touches pressed up or against, pressed into or away and each arching was catalogued for future study.
Our sighs or moans added to the heat of our exploration, providing the music for our erotic dance.
Finally, fucking finally, Gabe was between my legs rubbing the tip of himself through the wetness of my cleft.
"Condom?" he asked.
"Top drawer of my nightstand," I sighed.
He moved away and was back as quick as he could be.
"God, you're beautiful, Crys," he breathed settling himself between my legs. I reached down and held his hard length, pointing it toward my entrance.
I raised my legs and wrapped them around him as I felt him push inside.
I couldn't help my moan as he stretched my moist depths.
"Fuck me, Gabe," I whispered.
"With pleasure, Kitten," he whispered back, leaning down so our mouths were moving in the same way as our sexes.
He raised himself up, both arms straight, his hips churning as I thrusted up to meet him.
I watched his eyes roam over my body, alighting every square inch of skin his look touched on.
"That's hot. So fuckin' hot," he groaned, his eyes glued to our joining. I went up on my elbows so I could see as well.
He wasn't kidding.
It was hot to see his big length moving in and out of me.
"Touch yourself, Kess," he said, his voice rough tender.
I slid my hand down between us and stroked my clit in time to our hips movement.
"Gabe, I'm gonna come," I warned.
"Right behind you," he moaned.
I dropped back down to the pillow feeling my pussy tighten around him as I crested just seconds before he began to shudder through his own climax.
I didn't remember our lips coming in contact again, but we were again consuming one another with our mouths.
He raised his head as our hips slowed.
"God, Gabe," I breathed, stroking his face.
I watched him swallow heavily before he moved his head down to share my pillow again.
"That's why I couldn't get mad at you for sleeping in my bed," I admitted on a sigh. "I've wanted you inside me since I was fourteen."
"That time by the creek?" he asked touching my face, brushing my short hair off my forehead.
I nodded.
We lay in that position for the longest time, until he eased himself gently out of me.
He reached between us and held the condom on as he made his way back to the bathroom.
Without his body heat, I felt chilly and moved the covers over me as I rolled to my side.
I tried to keep my eyes open but I was satisfied to the point of feeling boneless.
And I couldn't keep the grin off my face.
Chapter Nine
She was asleep before Gabe even made it back from the bathroom. He watched her as he pulled on his jeans and t-shirt.
She was finally his after all this time.
Crys was his.
He had fought against his feelings for her for so long and had tried, really tried, to be the brother his dad said he needed to be.
But Crys had never felt like a family member to him, ever.
Even when he was young, he thought she'd been made just for him.
Gabe and Crys was what his heart knew, had always known.
"Mine," he whispered as he reached across and pulled the covers up over her shoulder.
After all this time of wanting her, of loving her all his life and now she was finally his.
Moving out to the living room, he snagged the portable light box his dad had delivered.
He needed something to do so his mind could roam free or he was going to march in there and sink himself back in her tight, hot depths.
She was still healing and needed her sleep.
His dad had brought a selection of flash that Gabe wanted to add his own touches to which would create a whole new piece. He clamped the paper in the holder and turned on the light.
He picked up a pencil and sharpened it.
As he drew, his mind went back over the eroticism of inserting Crys's jewelry. She was fucking hot to him all the time, but helping her had added a whole new dimension to his lust.
Then seeing how she looked in it?
God.
He wasn't lying when he said it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
He smiled as he realized that just the memory of it had his cock hard and throbbing for her.
And she had wanted him just as much.
He wasn't unaware of the dew of her arousal that glistened on her inner lips or the smell of her arousal.
God, that smell.
Just knowing that she wanted him in that way added to it all.
Her coming from just feeling his fingers brushing her clit had sent him over the fucking edge. It was, bar none, the most sizzling thing he had ever done in his li
fe.
He'd been about two seconds too late in trying to tame the heat that flowed through him watching her body bow and hearing her almost scream his name.
Spilling himself over his hand hadn't embarrassed him in the least.
He was with Crys and there was never anything wrong when he was with her.
There was movement at his back and he felt her arms go around his neck before her head came down on his shoulder.
"What're you doing?" she asked.
"Designing more flash," he answered before putting his pencil down and reaching around to pull her into his lap. "How're you feeling?"
"Scrumptious," she breathed against his neck as his arms wrapped around her.
"Great word," he said after plundering her mouth.
"Hungry, though," she said.
Gabe glanced at the clock.
"We're kind of in between lunch and dinner," he said, dropping another soft kiss on her mouth.
"Can we go out?" she asked.
He rubbed her back as he thought. The doctor never said she couldn't go out, just that she needed to lie low and heal.
"Enrique's?" he asked.
"Yay!" she yelled as she slipped off his lap. "I'll be ready in fifteen."
Gabe snorted and turned off the box. Fifteen minutes? Took her fucking twenty to put the gunk on her eyelashes, for Christ's sake.
He made his way into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. Heard her move back and forth from the bedroom to the bathroom and back again.
Drying off, he snagged her in one of her treks to plant another kiss on her. It was amazing to be able to touch her like he wanted to, as he had been fucking aching to do for years.
"Afterward, Kitten, let's swing by my place so I can grab some stuff."
"Sounds good," she said, twining her arms around him and going up on her tiptoes to kiss him again. "Can you bring your guitar?"
That was the only thing missing in making this a perfect day.
The music.
Both of them had grown up with radios or cassette players blasting. They were encouraged to sing at early ages, their parents teaching them the different ways of harmonizing. All four of their parents were musically inclined and every party or get together had always included some kind of live music performed at some point of the evening.
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