Chapter 10 - Distress

The warm bath water soothes my bones, I lay my head back on the tub and close my eyes. I feel the stress of the day ease away. Between Ramie acting all weird and my brother showing up unannounced with Gabriel; I’m in  need of a good recharge.

“Some sex would be great” the instant I say that Gabriel pops into my mind. My eyes pop open and I stand up. I get busy with letting the water out of the tub and quickly tidying the bathroom before my body completely dries. Then I move to my bedroom and get to applying my scented body oil. I love the soothing smell of lavender. I slowly apply the oil, enjoying the feeling of it slide over my skin. I allow myself to imagine it’s someone else rubbing the oil on my now over sensitive skin.

My pussy twitches at the thought of Gabriel touching me. I slip my hand between my legs and I’m so wet. I start to rub my clit in slow circles and slowly move my two fingers inside when my phones rings.

I try to ignore it and continue, I fuck my pussy with my fingers. But the phone keeps ringing, I look at it on my side table with my fingers still inside me. It’s stops ringing and I lose interest in what I was doing.

I go to the bathroom to wash my hands and scream out my frustration, so much for de-stressing.

My phone starts ringing again , I walk back to the bedroom to turn it off. I pick it up and see Gabriel’s name on the caller ID. I contemplate ending the call but I answer it instead.

“Hello”

“Hey, uhm…. I know this is not what we agreed on but… uhm I would really like to see you and I’m on my way home can I come over? You can say no if you don’t want to see me, you know what never mind. Forget about it “ he says sounding so unsure.

“It’s cool you can come over,” I say ending the call before I change my mind, as soon as I end the call I regret doing it. How rude of me, I didn’t even listen to hear what he said. I wonder if I should call him back.

I get back to putting on body lotion and getting dressed. I wear cycling shorts and an oversized jersey.

I light scented candles around the room and put on some good music, if he wants to crash my self-care day so be it, I’m not cutting it short for him. I pour myself a glass of wine, get my cozy blanket, and sit on the sofa. I love to sit in the dark with the candles the only source of light, the room becomes moody and has just enough light to see the best parts of the room. Everything is washed in a soft glow. But today I’m not going to do that, I’ll leave the room light on. I sit in silence for about 20 minutes and then a knock at the door. I go to look at the peephole and Gabriel is standing on the other end. I take a deep breath and calm my beating heart. When I open the door, he’s standing with roses in his hands wearing sweats. He has the same relaxed air he had in my dream. My pussy spasms at the sight of him and I wonder if this was a good idea.

“Come in,” I say letting him through the door.

“For you,” he says handing me the roses and walking in. I lock the door.

“Thank you these are lovely,” I say smelling the beautiful fragrance.

“I didn’t know what kind of flowers you like, but I couldn’t show up empty handed so..” he says walking into the living room.

“I love red roses, so you did great. I’ll put these in some water. Make yourself at home” I busy myself with putting the flowers in water and placing them on a table in the living room. I walk back to the sofa and he’s sitting on the same sofa I was. I sit next to him and get under the blanket. He touches the fabric softly.

“This is soft,” he says touching it some more, smiling.

“it is,” I say looking at his smile and I feel a smile coming on.

“ l should get one, maybe I’ll sleep better at night,” he says looking me in the eyes. We’re so close that I feel like he’s looking into my soul.

“You don’t sleep much?”. I ask him curious.

“Not much no” he answers plainly.

“Why’s that?”

“I hate sleeping alone,” he says looking at me even more intensely.

“Oh!” I say because I don’t know what to say nor do I want to entertain that line of conversation.

“This is a nice setup,” he says pointing to the wine, and scented candles. I welcome him changing the subject, perhaps he can feel my reluctance to talk about sleeping partners.

“Oh this? This is my  self-care set up” I say reaching for my wine glass.

“So I’m crashing? I’m sorry! Maybe I should go” he says about to get up.

“No you’re not crashing anything, I wouldn’t have said yes to you coming over if that was the case. So sit down, relax, and enjoy the ambiance.” I say and stand to go switch off the room light. I walk back to the sofa and invite him to get under the blanket with me. We sit in silence for a few minutes, we say absolutely nothing and I feel myself relax. He leans his head on the headrest and closes his eyes. I take the opportunity to really look at him in the glow of the  candle lights.

His long black eyelashes, his perfectly filled-out eyebrows; tell me why do guys have such perfect brows? It’s like someone took the time to draw them out. He has a manly nose but it’s so cute at the same time. His lips look like he’s pouting but he’s not. He has the most kissable lips. The kind you want to bite softly. He has the sprinkle of a beard, my hand itches to touch it. I look down to his neck and then I feel his eyes on me. I look up to his eyes and look away. I take a sip of my wine and clear my throat; I feel like I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“Look at me,” he says in a calm but commanding voice and I do.

“What are you thinking? Tell me” he says looking deep into my eyes.

What I want to say is please fuck me, but I don’t instead I say “ Why are you single? Are you single?”

He looks at me for a moment silent. He shakes his head and laughs softly.

“I am single and I’m single because I recently got out of a 5-year relationship so I was taking time out,” he says then moves his leg closer to mine. His heat seeps into me.

“You got out of the relationship how long ago?” I ask my alarms starting to ring.

“I’ve been single for almost 12 months now, “ he says looking at me closely as if saying I have no ties.

“5 years that’s a long time. That’s not something you just walk away from” I say ignoring his look.

“It wasn’t” he says seriously

“So why did you guys break up?” I ask genuinely interested, if they were together that long surely there was something there. And I hate to admit it but I care to know if he still has lingering feelings.

“Uhmm… She wanted marriage, kids, and everything else in between.” He says leaning back a little more.

“Oh! And you don’t want those things?” I ask knowing I’m prying but…

“I do, just not with her,” he says blankly and I blink a few times, my brain trying to make sense of the information.

“Oh!” I say into the silence.

“That’s all I’m getting, “oh! ”. Here I am telling things I know I shouldn’t. “ he says and I open my mouth and close it.

“Tell me that, whatever it is you were about to say,” he says and he waits.

“I… This feels strange and I don’t know what to say” I say truthful.

“So I made a mistake coming here. I should have listened when you so painfully sent me that break-up text. And the sad thing is that we’re not even dating.” He says sitting up and placing his hand on my thigh. Our bodies are separated by the blanket but I can feel his touch.

“I’m glad you came. I wanted to see you too” I say trying to find a way to make him understand what I’m feeling.

“But?” he says interrupting me.

“I don’t know how to act or feel around you.” I blurt out.

“Okay, tell me this; do you want me here?” he asks

“Yes, I think,” I say and he laughs a little. We’re silent

“What are you thinking about right now?” I give him a sideways look.

“Humour me,” he says daring me.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes “I had sex dreams about you after I sent the break-up text. ” I say and open my eyes. He’s smiling.

“Don’t smile, there’s nothing amusing about this” I say refusing to smile, even as I feel a smile coming on.

“No?” he asks fully beaming.

“No, I’m just too horny and you’re just the available fantasy,” I say trying to explain what I don’t know.

“I feel like you’re trying to make me feel bad about this but you’re failing. All I hear is you have a problem and I can help you with it” he says looking serious for a moment. “I’m willing and able” he adds.

“You’re willing and able” I echo his words.

“Yes! Tell me about the dreams” he says as if this is normal.

“No”

“I have dreams about you too” he says

“Tell me about the dreams” I say copying him

“No “he says echoing my response and I laugh.

I move under the blanket and sit on his lap. I straddle him, I grab his face with both hands. He grabs my ass hard. My eyes trail from his eyes to his lips. He waits looking me in my eyes, his look unwavering. I lean in and kiss his brow and he closes his eyes as if absorbing the kiss. His lips are slightly open and I move down and kiss him. The kiss is slow, wet, and deep. He grabs my ass even harder and grinds up into me. I can feel his hard cock like a brand. My pussy is wet and ready, I deepen the kiss. I suck on his tongue and he moans, I do it again. He rewards me with another grind of hips.

I abruptly break the kiss and look at him. My brain is screaming, my body is hot and my pussy is throbbing.