His Confession

by S. Valentine

  Lawrence laughed, as if the idea were ludicrous. “Gabi, come on, you’re not fifteen anymore.”

  There it was again—the negative remarks that wore down her confidence. Her shoulders sagged as she felt herself deflate. Maybe it was a stupid idea.

  Lawrence grabbed his coat. “I’ll see you later?”

  She nodded. “Have a good time.”

  When the front door closed behind him, she focused on the cleaning. She allowed music to play in the background to perk her up a little. An hour later, when she had completed the washing and wiping of kitchen surfaces, she made her way to the bathroom. She was soon lying in hot water, bubbles surrounding her. The sweet smell of Jo Malone oils, and the scent from the candles she had lit, filled her nostrils. Gabi allowed every muscle in her body to relax, sinking her head in the water and swirling her hair around. The sound of her mobile bleeping caused her to sit upright. She wiped the soap from her face and quickly dried her hands on the nearby towel. Opening her text messages, she saw that it was from Darion. He asked if it was safe to call her. She responded that it was.

  “Hey,” he said softly when she answered on the first ring.

  “Hi.” She grinned.

  “What you doing?”

  “I’m in the bath.”

  “Nice.” He paused. “How about we video chat?” His soft, sexy voice was enough to persuade her.

  “Okay.”

  She could now see him on the screen of her phone, sitting in his office. His brows shot up as he saw that she really was in the bath. A slow, lazy grin surfaced on his face.

  “God, Gabi,” he moaned in agonised ecstasy. “You have to let me see.”

  She let out a laugh, but felt her confidence swell. “Impatient, are we? Can’t you wait until the weekend?” she teased.

  “No, I definitely can’t.”

  She lowered the camera and allowed him to view her smooth, naked, wet body. She heard him suck in a deep breath.

  “You’re amazing. Play with yourself, baby,” he said in a low, husky tone. “Please.”

  “No.” She giggled coyly.

  “C’mon, Gabi, I’ve seen it all before.”

  He had a point. She bit her lip, unsure.

  “Gabi, you never have to feel shy around me. Remember that.”

  She positioned the mobile over her body, holding it steadily with one hand. Her other hand slid down her stomach slowly. She paused for a second, looking at the screen. Darion’s tongue was tracing along his bottom lip.

  Settling her hand between her legs, she stroked her sensitive clit repeatedly, letting out a soft moan. As she rubbed her fingers round in circles, a needy ache shook through her body.

  Darion groaned. Gabi watched as he positioned the camera over his crotch, his hand vanishing under his boxers, the trousers above which were unbuttoned. She could see that he had gripped his hard cock firmly, the fast movements visible through the material. Gabi sighed in pleasure. The feel of her fingers, and the sight of him touching himself, aroused her.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, darlin’,” he growled. “That’s it, keep playing…”

  “I wish it was you touching me,” she said breathlessly.

  He pursed his lips, swallowing. “I wish it was me.”

  As she pressed and rubbed against her palm, her inner muscles squeezed as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her. Her thighs began to tremble slightly.

  “I’m close,” she panted, feeling the pressure start to build.

  “Don’t come.” He let out a frustrated growl. “I wanna make you come. I’ll be there soon.”

  “What?” Her mouth dropped open. “You can’t. What if Lawrence comes back early?”

  “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” She saw the seriousness of his expression as the mobile was turned back on his face. “I’ll be there soon.”

  Before she could explain that it wasn’t a good idea, the screen went black as he ended the call. Gabi attempted to call him back, but she received his voicemail. Dropping her mobile to the carpeted floor, she sighed. She wanted to see him, of course she did. Before she made herself think of all the reasons why it was wrong, she resumed to washing her hair.

  She massaged shampoo in, rinsed it out, and followed it with conditioner. She couldn’t believe how attractive Darion made her feel. Just by seeing her, he couldn’t stay away from her. She hoped and prayed that he would always look at her that way, for however long their fling lasted.

  Dipping her head under the water a final time, she then climbed out of the bath. She dried and wrapped the silk red robe around herself, and made her way into the bedroom. There was no point in dressing, she was sure the robe would soon be off. She did however apply a little make-up, and did a quick blast with the hair-dryer.

  Half an hour passed, and she was lying on her bed, waiting for him. She had had to switch on the television in an attempt to ignore her nervous feelings. She tried her hardest to concentrate, but it was difficult knowing he would be in her house soon, their house.

  The doorbell startled her. She raced down the stairs excitedly and opened it to find Mallory. Her heart sank, and her face fell. Nonetheless, she invited her friend in. Usually she didn’t mind Mallory’s or Suzie’s unexpected visits. Thankfully, Mallory hadn’t noticed her disappointment. She led her into the kitchen to prepare coffee.

  “I was passing through and thought I’d pop in.” Mallory pulled a designer box out of a bag. “You like my new boots?” She held up a black, fringed boot with red soles—Louboutin.

  “They’re beautiful.” Gabi took it from her, examining it. “I have to borrow these some time.”

  “No probs.” Mallory beamed. “Not before me, though. Steve’s taking me out Saturday night.”

  “Oh, anywhere special?”

  She nodded. “Spa hotel…pool, jacuzzi, room service, and a bit of something else.” She laughed.

  “That should be nice.” Gabi poured the hot water into a cup and stirred it quickly. Darion would be there soon, and she had no idea what to do. She handed the coffee to Mallory.

  “So what’s new with you?”

  Gabi sat down and hung her head in her hands. “I tried to break up with Lawrence.”

  “What?” Her mouth fell open in genuine shock. She clearly never thought she would see the day. “And?”

  “He won’t accept it. I don’t know what to do.”

  “Do you really want out of this?” The atmosphere grew tense, and Mallory shifted in her seat. “Was it my comments and jokes? I’m so sorry, Gabi, I didn’t mean to—”

  “It’s not you,” Gabi said, cutting her friend off. “You know it hasn’t been great for a while, I’ve been kidding myself.”

  “Well, what will you do?”

  Gabi shrugged. “What can I do?”

  Mallory reached across the table to squeeze her hand. “You just do whatever makes you happy. I’m here for you, whatever your decision.”

  “Thanks, Mal. I appreciate it.” She gulped back her coffee unsure of what else to say.

  The doorbell rang half an hour later. She racked her brain, trying to think of excuses. Could she turn him away after he had driven so far? She stood up, her legs shaky.

  “That must be the man about the wardrobes,” she lied quickly. “Lawrence wants them changing. He’s coming to measure up, and talk through designs. Would you mind excusing me for five minutes, Mal?”

  “Absolutely not. You take your time.”

  Gabi closed the kitchen door behind her. She felt awful for lying to her friend, but what she was doing was unacceptable, and wrong. She knew Mallory was easygoing, but this was taking it too far. She couldn’t expect her friend to understand an affair.

  She pulled the door open. There he was, leaning against the door frame, a huge smile spread across his face. He was wearing casual navy jeans and a long-sleeved black top. He looked as sexy as ever. His chin-length hair was smoothed back, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight. As much as she wanted to throw her arms
around his neck and kiss him until she was breathless, she ushered him in, advising him to be quiet.

  “I have company,” she whispered.

  She led him up the stairs and into her bedroom. As soon as she pushed the door shut, he pulled her around to face him, and began kissing her hard, passionately, like he hadn’t seen her in months. She responded. It had only been a day, yet she had missed him. He removed her gown in an instant.

  “Gabi…” He had that weak, vulnerable look again, a slight sadness in his usually seductive eyes. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” His voice shook.

  “Yes.” She attacked his clothes, taking each one off, throwing them to the floor, all while kissing him.

  He stood before her, naked. Gabi sat on the bed and took in his full physique for the first time. She had to clamp her lips together to hold in the impressed laugh that was threatening to break free. His flat abs, his broad shoulders, his muscles in all their glory, made her stomach do somersaults. And then she glanced down at his cock and had to fight the urge to let out a gasp. It was long, thick, and erect. Gabi took in a quick breath, anticipation spreading through her. Darkness had now taken over his face, as it held that same predatory stare. Possessed. Hungry. He knelt over her, bringing his mouth down on hers, opening her lips to allow his tongue to slip in and explore greedily.

  “Gabi!” Mallory’s voice shot up the stairs. “Can I use the bathroom?”

  She pulled back, breathless. “Erm, yeah,” she shouted back.

  “Great. I need to touch up my make-up, and sort out this hair of mine.”

  She froze when she heard Mallory’s footsteps creak the stairs. She hoped she wouldn’t pop by the bedroom. Darion looked up at her, waiting for instructions.

  “Yes, I’d like solid oak doors for the wardrobe,” she said, loud enough for her friend to hear.

  Darion raised a brow questioningly.

  Gabi shook her head, as if to dismiss it.

  “Would you like those doors mirrored, ma’am?” Darion teased. “So you can watch me fuck you in them?” His breath was low and hot on her neck.

  She giggled.

  She heard the bathroom door close. He began kissing her firmly again. What was with Darion and almost getting caught? He lowered his head to her chest, and took her breast in his mouth, sucking her hard nipple frantically, cupping the other one with his hand. Gabi moaned softly. She threw her head back, enjoying the sensation.

  He began biting her nipple gently, and then he lowered the soft bites down her body. She squirmed at his every touch. He massaged between her legs, making her wet. She gasped as he parted her, and slowly traced a finger up and down her opening. She heard him shuffle down the bed, and tensed when she felt the wet tip of his tongue flicking her clit.

  “Darion,” she hissed, squirming in protest.

  “Sssshh…” he silenced her.

  She grabbed a pillow, burying her face in it, not trusting herself to keep silent. He cupped her bottom mercilessly to adjust her angle. His tongue teased her clit, flicking over it repeatedly with fast, firm strokes. Gabi’s breathing became heavy, and she shivered at the warm rush of his breath. The wetness of his tongue on her skin sent her senses reeling. He opened her further, and plunged in with the tip, jabbing at her, satisfied grunts escaping his lips. She wriggled and moaned incoherently into the pillow, as he sucked and licked ferociously. She fisted the bed sheets, grinded her hips, rubbing her pelvis against his sharp stubble, in desperate need to be filled. I want you now, Darion Milano! His tantalising flicks drove her crazy. He pulled back for a second, and bit into her thigh, causing her to yelp loudly. She prayed Mallory didn’t hear. He quietly chuckled.

  “Don’t you dare think about coming,” he said hoarsely, rolling her onto her front in one quick movement.

  His lips met her waist, soft tender kisses travelling up her spine. When his weight was on top of her, and his mouth was nuzzling the back of her neck, without warning, he thrust himself into her. She buried her head deep into the cushion to muffle her moans. Fuck! His thickness filled her snugly.

  The bathroom door opened, and Gabi stilled again. She hoped that Darion would stop, but he continued to thrust in and out, fast and hard, not caring if they got caught. His fingers grabbed her hair roughly. She gripped onto the edge of the mattress, her body rocking into it.

  “Gabi?”

  “Yes?” Her voice came out a low moan.

  “I’m going to head off. I’ll catch you soon, okay?”

  “Okay,” she managed to respond.

  “Bye, sweetie.”

  She heard Mallory’s footsteps head down the stairs. As soon as the front door closed, Darion slammed into her with excessive force, causing her to scream out in pleasure. He picked up his pace, hitting into her faster and faster. She was relieved that she no longer had to be quiet; it was proving to be an impossible task. Darion sat up, and gripping her by the waist, he lifted her behind higher in the air so he could have deeper access. Before long, she told him she was going to climax. She couldn’t take anymore.

  “Not yet,” he told her, withdrawing. He flipped her onto her back.

  His hungry gaze burned into her, his chest moving up and down from his heavy panting. He slowly licked his lips before he stood up, towering over her. She looked at him, waiting for his next movement, writhing in frustration, desperate to feel him inside her again. She hated that he was leaving her hanging. He pulled her up by the hand.

  When she was on her feet, he picked her up, backed her against the bedroom door, and entered her again. She was impressed by how strong he was, his bulging arms supporting her weight. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, her arms around his neck. He continued to pleasure her, bouncing her up and down. He groaned appreciatively at every single thrust. Each time she dropped onto his hard length, she threw her head back in ecstasy.

  “Darion…” she cried out breathlessly. “You feel so good.” She took his tongue in her mouth, and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

  “Gabriella Woods,” he panted, “you haven’t seen anything yet, trust me.”

  Gabi brought her head up to look at him. She shyly wanted to look away, but didn’t. She couldn’t believe how much Darion pleasured her, how good he felt, how compatible they seemed to be. Her lips trembled with the noises that escaped. He continued to thrust faster, eager to bring her to an orgasm, simultaneously cupping her breasts, kneading her tender nipples. When he brought his tongue down to flicker over them, she bit her lip to contain her moans. Gabi had waited so long for this, and she knew he felt the same.

  “Mmm…” He took a breast into his mouth, sucking it gently. “You’re fucking beautiful, Gabi. Do you know that?”

  She gripped onto his shoulders to rock her hips onto him even faster, to feel him as deeply as possible. The length of him elicited a sharp pain, but mixed with pleasure, it felt delicious. Her face flushed with lust. Gabi felt herself tighten around him, the tension building in her body. By the anguished expression on Darion’s face, she knew that he was close too.

  They kept their stares locked until they climaxed loudly, their bodies shuddering forcefully, the release as good as they’d imagined. Gabi clung to him tighter, her tense body becoming limp. Darion didn’t move or withdraw for a few seconds. He leant against her, her body pressed firmly against the door. He was out of breath, as was she. The feel of his naked skin against hers made her burn with desire. She could see his perfectly shaped ass in the mirror behind him, his strong thighs, and long lean legs. He really was the whole package.

  She sucked in a deep breath and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Her body was drenched in sweat. She could smell him all over her. She loved it. She kissed him on the lips, making him respond with soft moans in between each kiss. She wanted him again. With his hands on her waist, he lifted her up into the air so that she was looking down at him. The adrenaline pumped through her veins. He slowly lowered her until she was back on her feet, and pulled her into him so he co
uld plant a kiss on her forehead.

  When she had dressed in the gown and him, still naked, they lay on the bed together, side by side. She felt herself relax as he stroked her hair. She rested her head on his chest, closing her lids. She could hear the beating of his heart. She felt like she could lay in his arms forever.

  “I wish I could wake up next to you,” she murmured dreamily, her never-ending smile making her cheeks ache.

  “Well, that’s not gonna happen, is it?” She couldn’t make out if it was jealousy, sadness, or fear that made him sit up. “I better go.”

  “Not yet,” she pleaded.

  “I need to go. Your fiancé will be back soon. I don’t wanna get you into any trouble.” He was on his feet, getting dressed. “Come to the club soon, okay?”

  She nodded. “I will.”

  When he was dressed, he stood, staring at her intently. His finger stroked his bottom lip as he appeared deep in thought. She wished she could read his mind.

  “What is it?”

  “Nothing.” He blinked, as though she had interrupted what was in his head. “You take care, Gabi.”

  She led him down the stairs to the front door. He turned to face her. Both his hands cupped her chin as he tilted her head up to kiss him, her tongue massaged his. Gabi didn’t want Darion to go, but knew he had to. She felt his erection pressing against her leg, and wanted him then and there, in the hallway. Darion disentangled himself from her.

  “See ya, Gabi.”

  She waved and watched him climb into his car. He looked back through the windscreen and blew her a kiss. She closed the door, and went back to her bedroom, a grin forming as she felt all giddy. She quickly removed the rumpled sheets, pulled clean sheets from the drawer, and changed the bed. The smell of him lingered in the room. She breathed it in. Stealing a glance at the door, she couldn’t believe that they had just had sex against it. She erased the thoughts, trying not to reminisce about the fact that she had just cheated on Lawrence.

  After she had a shower, she lay in bed, with a reality show playing on TV. She was unable to concentrate on it, feeling ashamed, guilty, and emotional again. She needed to pull herself together, and quick.