Saviour

by Lesley Jones

“Sure” In for a penny, in for a pound, I think to myself. We then really live dangerously and go to the supermarket and do a food shop together. This is actually an eye opener as I can't help but notice the second looks and stares Gabe gets from women, of all ages; he on the other hand appears completely oblivious, that or he's just learned to ignore it. It’s so nice doing such normal things, our whole relationship has sped along at such a ridiculous rate, we have skipped the ordinary and dived head first straight into the extraordinary, so today, as dull as it sounds, is special to me, it’s our first day of being a couple, just an ordinary couple, out doing the food shop together, except one of us looks dead set like a male model and turns the heads of most women, and quite a few men, where ever we go!

  We head home and on entering the house I can smell bleach and look across at Gabe, I don’t remember him using bleach before we went out.

  “I smell bleach; did you clean something before we went out?” I ask him with a frown

  “Ahhh no, aww it’s Wednesday, Sally would have been”

  “Sally?”

  “Yeah, she’s my cleaning lady, comes every Wednesday, cleans my floors, bathrooms and changes the sheets. Is that a problem, do you want me to cancel her?”

  “God no, Sally sounds fantastic, sheets, floors and bathrooms, perfect, Sally can have them all” I say with a smile. A cleaning lady, fanbloodytastic!

  We have a normal, uneventful evening. I talk to the boys on the phone and ask them not to give their dad my new number, I then text my new number out to just the people I know I can trust, with a message explaining that Jay and I have separated and I would prefer if this new number was not disclosed to him. I receive a few messages and calls from friends wanting to know that I'm okay and if there's anything they can do, all of that type of thing, I am grateful but I'm not yet ready to have full on conversations with everyone, apart from my girls of course.

  We sit at the computer while Gabe messes with my play list on my phone, taking it off my old phone and syncing it all to my new iPhone, Gabe, laughing at my varied taste in music.

  “How can you switch from Eminem to Neil Diamond to Luther Vandross to Tinie Tempah?” He asks.

  “Because I can. Isn't that the point of iPods and iPhones, you can have exactly the mix you like” I shrug, “I like what I like”

  “Bing fucking Crosby! Are you sure?” He's laughing again.

  “Oi, leave my taste in music alone. I like White Christmas, reminds me of England”

  I've always thought I had great taste in music but apparently not!

  We spend the rest of the evening listening to old songs and me showing him the dance moves that went with them back in the day. He lies on the floor with a cushion under his head watching me and laughing. When I am worn out from dancing I straddle him and lean in for a kiss.

  “It’s so good to hear you laugh” He says into my neck

  “Well get used to it, you make me happy so I intend doing lots of laughing”

  “Good, I’m glad you’re happy, I’m happy too but if you were to pull down my jeans, sit on my cock, wiggle your arse and jiggle your tits like when you were just dancing for me I would be over the fucking moon” Those eyes are now doing their thing and once they join forces with his smile, I have no chance.

  “Awwwww baby, you are so romantic, how have I survived so long without you in my life” I say it with a very serious look on my face

  “I know, I know baby. Like my cock, it must have been hard”

  Neither of us can keep it serious any longer as he thrusts his hips into me and then flips me over onto my back as I scream with laughter.

  ~

  Friday morning we wake to a beautiful, warm, sunny morning and sit outside and drink our coffee. Yesterday was a day of action and of attempting to move on and I feel better about things.

  I have left my old phone switched on but have kept it on silent. I check it while I drink my coffee. I have a number of missed calls and voicemails from Jay, all abusive, threatening to find out where I am, who I'm with and telling me what he's going to do to him when he finds out. This is getting boring now. Then I notice a message from someone I did work for on their home in Toorak, Karen, she wants me to call her regarding some work, it’s already after nine so I do exactly that. Gabe is watching me intently as I pace up and down the veranda as I speak. She's bought a new holiday home up at Red Hill and wants me to do the interiors for her. I get the address and arrange to meet her up there the following day. I end the call and hold the phone to my chest, twisting from side to side at my hips. I'm so pleased, work and it will be well paid work too. I'm so glad I thought to grab my portfolios from, what should I call it now, from where I used to live?

  “Well?” Gabe asks smiling at me.

  “I have a job and it’s a pretty big job and it’s local. The properties up at Red Hill and I said I would meet Karen, the client, up there at eleven tomorrow, would you be able to take me?” I ask

  “Depends” he says with a shrug

  “On what, sorry do you have plans? I should of asked you first” shit, it’s the weekend, is his daughter coming to stay. I'm not used to having to rely on anyone else for a lift, I've been driving myself for almost thirty years. He interrupts my thoughts

  “No Lauren, stop stressing, no plans, I was going to say, depends on whether you let me take you to lunch today to celebrate, now, come here and let me kiss you, you clever girl” Awwww, when he says things like this, I just want to scream out loud with happiness, little words, small gestures, he just makes me so happy, I go and sit on his lap and we kiss, gently at first, then more passionately and my excitement turns to arousal. Filled with confidence from my job offer, I'm feeling very brave. I stand, take his hand, and lead him back to the bedroom. He's wearing just his jocks; I'm in just a bath robe. We stand to the side of the bed. My heart is racing, I've got him here, but I'm not really sure what to do with him, well I am, it’s whether I’m brave enough to go through with it. He undoes my robe letting it fall open and pulls me towards him by the lapels and we kiss again, his hands move inside and I watch him as he looks down at my nakedness under the robe. I can see his cock twitch through the thin material of his undies and it turns my stomach into knots just thinking that he gets hard, for me! Is it for me, or is it just a morning hard on? He licks his top lip and swallows hard.

  “Look what you do to me Lauren”

  I smile shyly, for crying out loud, take the compliment, show him how confident you can be, but it’s too late, that little voice in my head has spoken and suddenly my bravery has gone and I feel so self-conscious, without thinking, I cross my legs. He looks down at me, his eyes are almost violet in colour, burning so brightly with desire it makes me clench and tighten everything below my waist, I have to blink a couple of times to regain my composure.

  “Don't close your legs, don’t hide from me, open them, I want to see you, all of you” He slides the robe off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. Oh God, I am so glad the blinds are still down so that the bedroom is only in half light, I don’t think I would be able to stand here in front of him, naked like this otherwise.

  “Never hide from me, I love seeing you naked, you look exactly as a woman should, only with better tits” He says with a smile as he looks down at them.

  He holds my boob between his thumb and index finger and brings his mouth down to meet my nipple. Ahhh Jeeeezus, that feel good. He flicks his tongue over and around it, making it hard and sensitive to everything he does. I'm so turned on; my other nipple reacts the same way, without even being touched. He cups me between my legs and pushes his finger inside me

  “Fuck Lauren, You could cut glass with these babies and you’re so wet” he whispers

  Is this a good or a bad thing, am I too turned on?

  “I love the fact I make you this wet, that you get this turned on by me, I've barely touched you” So it's a good thing then, he likes me wet, good job really, because I have no control where he’s concerned. />
  He pulls his finger out of me and into his mouth, closes his lips around it and sucks. He then kisses me on the mouth, pushing his tongue in and around mine and I can taste myself. I don't know if I'm swept away with the moment or just feeling brave but I drop slowly to my knees. I pull down his trunks and his erection springs free, he steps out of them. I push him back on the bed so he's sitting and he leans back with his arms behind his head. I look up as I take him first in my hand and then into my mouth. I suck and draw him in all the way to the back of my throat, then bring my lips back up to his tip, flicking and swirling my tongue around and under his skin and over the tip, into the hole at the end, I can taste him already. His hands move to my hair as he hisses through his teeth

  “Fuck Lauren that feels good, do that again, that thing with your tongue, please baby”

  I keep looking at him. I love the way he doesn’t hesitate in telling me that he wants more of something, or that he likes what I’m doing to him. I can't believe I'm responsible for how turned on he is, I actually feel a little surge of, what, what is it? Power? Run through me. That's what it is, power, I have the power to do this to him. I never realised before now, what a turn on it is to turn my man on. His hips buck and I move my hand up and down his length at the same rhythm as I move my mouth, my other hand squeezes and massages his balls. He's moaning and saying my name, making me brave enough to take him deeper and deeper, the more turned on he looks, the more I want to turn him on .

  “Lauren, Lauren I'm gonna come baby, I'm gonna come, look up at me, I want to see your face” I hold on to either side of his hips and take him in as deep as I can without gagging, determined to see this through to the end . I want to watch him, as much as he wants to watch me, I want to see his face and the look in his eye when I make him come apart, I need to see this. He doesn't take his eyes from mine. His mouth is open and he's just about holding on, I feel him tense as he calls “Lauren fuck, fuck Lauren” And then in just a whisper, “Bambino cosi buono”

  Oh God, whatever it means, I want to hear him say it again and again, but for now he is beyond speech, his eyes are wide and staring right into mine as he jerks and shudders I actually don't want to stop, I want to take every last drop from him.

  I feel the hot, thick , salty liquid hit the back of my throat and I swallow it down quickly before I have chance to think about it too much. There, wasn't too bad, was it? But then there’s another spurt, then another, I just keep swallowing as he shudders, hoping he doesn't guess that I've never done this before. BJ's yeah, swallowing, never, never wanted to but, for him, with him, this beautiful man looking down at me, with absolute wonder and even amazement in his eyes, it’s becoming more and more apparent, I will do, or at least try anything he asks of me.

  He puts each of his hands either side of my face and pulls himself to the edge of the bed, I kneel up to meet him as he cups my face and kisses me. I can still taste him in my mouth but that doesn't stop him flicking his tongue in and out, he must be able to taste himself and he doesn’t care, and I find that so fucking sexy. He's so different, so the opposite of most men. A bit like my music, he likes what he likes and doesn't care if it’s right or wrong for anyone else, it’s only what's right or wrong for us that matters and I want to cry, again. I just can’t help but feel overwhelmed by my feelings for him. But I don't, not this time, because I have so many other thoughts swirling around my head.

  This is it, this is a definite and defining moment for me, a turning point, and I hope, the end of all these fucking tears!

  “That’s the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had” He says into my mouth

  So, I can give good head. Ha, who knew?

  I lay back on the bedroom floor pulling him with me and push his head down between my legs.

  “My turn” I say as I let his expert tongue go to work on me.

  We eventually make it out to lunch, enjoying fish and chips and a nice bottle of wine down at the Portsea Hotel at the end of the peninsula. It's a beautiful spot on a beautiful day and we have an easy lunch, talking about nothing much but enjoying the view across the bay. We look around the shops in Sorento on the way home and buy some cakes to take back and eat later, Gabriel has decided I need fattening up, of course I totally disagree, a bit of weight loss is exactly the boost to my confidence I need right now. Strange how women’s minds work! By the time we get back, the sun is setting. As we walk in the front door Gabe’s phone rings.

  “Hey baby girl” I hear him say as he answers and walks up to the family room. I assume and hope that it’s his daughter calling. I head straight to the bedroom and pull on my trackies and find Gabriel's cigarettes and go out onto the veranda for a smoke and to watch the sun go down. After around ten minutes I walk along the veranda and look through the kitchen doors. Gabe’s finished talking on the phone and is now putting it on the doc to play some music. He puts some ice in a cooler with a bottle of wine and gets himself a beer while dancing around the kitchen to the Black Eyed Peas. He hasn't noticed me watching him; my goodness he's sexy, I think back to last Friday when he sang into my ear and I shudder and squeeze my legs together. I never thought I would feel this way about any man other than my husband, to want him to see me naked and to touch me the way that he does and quite frankly I'm shocked at myself, how easily I've moved on and I'm scared it’s not real, just a knee jerk reaction caused by the end of my marriage. The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt Gabe and I do love being with him but it’s only been a week since I left Jay and only a week since I met Gabe and we are already living together as a couple. That's madness by any body's standards. I am trying to take on board what Gabe keeps telling me and not over think things but how can I not? I know he likes me, but I’m not sure by how much and strongly suspect that it’s not as much as I like him, actually, I more than like him, my feelings have moved on to much more than like in an amazingly short space of time, how can that be? How can I be married and in love with my husband one week and free falling headfirst into, what? Lust? Super like? Super, lusty like? Whatever it is, it has me spinning and as much as I’m enjoying being with Gabe, I am truly terrified that he will break my fragile heart into a million pieces and on top of everything else, I really don’t think I would survive that.

  I go and sit on one of the outdoor chairs as Gabe arrives with our drinks.

  “Smoking MS Day? What's up, you stressing about something?” He asks me

  “What's wrong? Talk to me.”

  I shrug and shake my head. I know tears aren’t too far from the surface and I really don’t want to spoil the beautiful day we have had. He looks at me, concerned. And I don’t like that I’m making him worry “Thank you for today, I have really enjoyed myself”

  “It was my pleasure, it’s been nice having time away from work and spending it with you but that doesn’t answer my question, tell me what’s wrong”

  “Do you like me Gabe?” His face is a picture, he looks stunned.

  “What the fuck are you talking about, do I like you? Of course I fucking like you. I more than like you, haven’t I made that clear? We may have only met a week ago, but you have turned my world on its head, you’ve moved into my home, my world, my life, my heart. Does that not speak volumes to you about my feelings Lauren?” He sounds a little pissed off and takes a long swig of his beer.

  “What is this all about, has Jay called you again? I swear, I will kill that fucker if he keeps this up” He reaches across and takes a cigarette out of the packet and lights it. Great, now I have him on a downer too. Nice work Lauren.

  “No, Jason hasn’t called me, I’m sorry, I just keep waiting for something to go wrong, for you to get sick and tired of all my shit and how I handle things, or don’t handle things as is generally the case. I think I'm stressing about the fact that things are good, I'm happy here with you. I know we are going to have a battle ahead and it’s still early days but right here, right now, I'm happy. Fuck, I don’t know, I’m just a mess, a fucked up mess”

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nbsp; I smile, shrug and shake my head as I Iook across at him, he looks back at me, with those eyes and I melt.

  “You amaze me” he says shaking his head “I can't believe you've kept it together the way you have”

  “Ha, I would hardly call having constant meltdowns and crying all the time, keeping it together”

  “Don't be so hard on yourself, your doing great, you would probably be doing even better if I wasn't in the equation, confusing things even more and putting pressure on you with my demands”

  I try and give him what I consider is my sexiest smile and say “I love your demands, they've kept me sane this week and you have taught me so much about myself, I also love the pressure that you've put on me, in fact, I love anything you put on me. Or in me for that matter” I give him a wink and hope he doesn’t think it’s some kind of affliction.

  “Is that right? Perhaps I should have a little think about what other things I can find to put in you? If it’s your sanity that’s at stake”

  “Perhaps you should” He stands abruptly, grabs the wine cooler and my hand and pulls me into the bedroom.

  ~

  He pulls my clothes off with no preamble and pushes me back on the bed and strips himself down to his jocks. He climbs up my body and kisses me on my mouth, then reaches across and takes an ice cube from the cooler and pops it in his mouth, he holds another in his hand. He leans back, propping himself up on his elbow. He kisses me, pushing the ice into my mouth as he does, then sucks it back out, kissing my neck, he drops the cube into the hollow at the base of my throat. He leaves it there, melting and water runs off either side, around to the back of my neck. I shudder but I don’t think it has anything to do with the ice. Fuck this is a turn on. He rubs the cube in his hand over both my nipples, slowly, around and around, then through the valley between my breasts, all the way down to my belly button, leaving that one to melt too. He goes back for more ice and pushes up each of my knees, my legs are wide open, my knees bent. He kisses up and down the inside of both my thighs with ice in his mouth and I shudder again, my body is covered in goose bumps. Ice is running out of my naval and around each side of my waist, it tickles as it moves across my sensitive skin, everything, inside and outside of my body is clenched, trying to protect itself from this sensation overload. Gabe grabs more ice, I feel his cold lips and tongue sliding inside me and over my clit. I cannot suppress the moan that escapes me and I tilt my hips up, letting him know I want more. He sits up on his knees, watching me intently as he pushes the melting ice inside me. Ahhhh that is amazing. I bite the inside of my bottom lip as I take the ice from my belly and begin rubbing it over my own nipples. Gabe’s mouth opens and forms an O shape as he watches me.