Gabi drove him to the station, his floppy canvas travel bag stowed in the compact’s trunk. “It’s too far for me to drive you there, hon’…sorry. I couldn’t face saying goodbye for so many hours and then driving back alone…”
“I understand,” he consoled on offering a slow caress of his hand to her skin, the summer dress hitched up enough to reveal her legs.
“I wish I understood what happened…we sure got lost over the time you were with me. It’s been wrong…like I told you the first night, but I needed company I could trust…”
Oscar looked across the narrow space between them, offered a moment’s caress to her face. He understood only too quickly what he wanted from Elena, but with Gabi things had gotten way out of hand and he’d sure miss them until some diversions could be found, whenever a few hours were allowed to him to go off base.
But Gabi, woman and mother, had devoured him through the hours of the past night, her unashamed ways having him hold on, or the raging lust in his belly and balls would have had him lose it so darn quick. What had been spoken of with Niall, a fantasy, had been made ragingly real. If she hadn’t been fucking with him, her mouth took him to places he’d never thought possible. He’d gotten to wondering if they each needed therapy for what had become an addiction, to her body and what she did with it when she took him in her.
He’d loved her taste; had licked her out with his long wide tongue, tugged on her pussy lips and she had whined in her wanton pleasure, her moans loud and Gabi’s body spasming with every touch. Her juices had made his entry only too easy and deep, her calls to him unlike anything he heard from others, not even Elena. That woman had let her conscience win through; not so Gabi.
He’d been surprised when she flipped them over, straddled his hips and fumbled for his arcing length before settling on him, did that aggressively as she knew it would be the last time for some while, engulfed his cock with her clammy heat and had ridden him, had swept those tits over his chest and he’d sucked on their hard nipples, tugged and eased as she rode him, her fingers pinching his chest and her breaths sharp and quick.
“You make this so real…crazy but real!” he remembered yelling as he lost it inside her, his cum exploding in painful jetting spurts, the stroke fantasies of doing this with her, and Elena, no longer unfulfilled.
“I’ll clean you up…behave like a slut,” she’d told him, wrapping those lips, he now saw smiling at him, around his cock, slicked her tongue up and down its sides, sucked on the tip.
“No one…no one else does that for me!”
“Or what you have brought to me…darlin’…”
Gabi had pulled in at the station. Hastily, she unbuckled her seat belt and twisted to face him, saw the drift of his eyes over her as the blouse she had chosen to wear would remind him of all that she had offered to his touch.
“You’ve…you’ve brought out the beast in me, Gabi…”
“Perhaps, but I also felt something being given back and that’s priceless to me. The door’s always open…but only for you in these ways. No one else will get close, even though I know that we’ll have to live differently…or it will break us.”
Oscar felt her lips tremble against his mouth, as he slicked them with the tip of his darting tongue. Everything that had been shared was taboo, but it had been wonderful…every moment.
Niall might yet get to understand what had brought him to it.