Disclaimer: Scorpion's not mine. Just here for the fun.
Rating: M. For Mature Content.
Summary: Two lonely hearts, minds and bodies blend together in a recipe for love. If age gaps are a pet peeve, move on. Ages are just numbers. Enjoy the story without the reality check.
Chapter Six of Farrah Hair and Pheromones
The tiny electric tea lights Paige had already set up on the dresser, vanity table, bedside tables in her bedroom set a warm, magical scene.
Between each slow kiss, caress at the bedroom door, either Paige or Cabe lost some clothing. Cabe's linen shirt had already hit the floor, soon covered by Paige's dress. A belt, boxers, then a pair of jeans were next. Paige's lace lingerie topped those. A pair of socks completed the combination.
They had gotten as far as the bed where Paige quickly excused herself to "go do something medical".
Cabe noted two water bottles in a small ice bucket, two small bottles of champagne and strawberries with cream on a tiny tray. An experimental touch of the cream told Cabe how recently this little dessert/refreshment tray had been sitting. Not very long. He licked the cream from his finger, approved of the smooth texture, not overwhelmingly sweet taste.
Cabe stretched out on the silky golden bedspread and propped himself up on one elbow. He uncapped a bottle of water and took a swig just as Paige returned from the bathroom. "Miss Dineen, I think an explanation is in order."
"Oh?" Paige played along. A laugh threatened to escape her lips set in an innocent questioning pose.
"While I'm not a CSI, it doesn't take a genius to figure out a premeditated seduction scene." Cabe opined with a wink. "How long has this been in the works for?"
Paige sauntered over to Cabe's side and lay down next to him, also leaned on one elbow. "I had to plan around a custody schedule and our sporadic schedule. This was the one free night in four weeks. And, the dance at college was the perfect prelude to this."
Cabe chuckled, shook his head. "So busted! I can't believe I never saw the flags. And I fell for it."
"What flags?" Paige pondered. Turning her head slightly towards Cable.
"Any time you've kissed me on the cheek just a bit longer than a friend would. The little treats from presumably your local bakery you hide in my coffee cup before I get to work. Things like that. It's cute." Cabe insisted. "I've never met a woman who does things like that before."
"I was trying to get your attention for awhile now." Paige admitted.
"You succeeded. And then some! And may I say, wow! You're gorgeous." Cabe said, took in Paige's golden glowing skin, slight, athletic frame, strong, toned arms, legs and flat stomach.
"You're not bad yourself, Mr. Gallo. Tennis, running or weekend sports? You don't look like the golf type." Paige speculated, ran a lazy finger down from Cabe's collarbone to his tight, flat stomach.
"Weights and surfing. I got hooked on both after I left Brooklyn years ago. Gotta keep challenged." Cabe advised, an adventurous shine in his blue eyes.
"Speaking of surfing, how about we make some waves?" Paige purred, slid her free hand downward from exploring Cabe's shoulders to his hip bones.
"Don't have to ask me twice!" Cabe quipped eagerly.
With deliberate, exploratory touches , timely inquiries of comfort or delight mapping out their erotic territories from head to toe, minimal speech was required. A re-positioned hand here, a grip there conveyed what was necessary.
Theirs was a weightless, seamless volcano of desire yet to be released.
Paige leaned in and kissed Cabe lightly at first on the lips, then deepened the kiss, perusing Cabe's warm lips with her tongue. The firmness of his embrace was strong and reassuring. Their bodies glided together perfectly as though by design.
Paige gasped, already on the brink again by the feather-light touches from Cabe's skilled fingers. The intentional trail through Paige's soft, thick hair, down the column of her swan-light neck, her heaving full breasts, her rock-hard nipples that soared at Cabe's gently stroking, kissing and blowing on them.
"Your turn." Paige gasped, attempting to regain her self-control. "Lie on your back."
Cabe grinned over at Paige. "Yes ma'am!" and complied willingly. He put the water on the table coaster. "Anything else?"
Now Paige smiled, appraised Cabe lying on her bed at her mercy. This was going to be fun. "Yes there is. Lie perfectly still and whatever I do to you, you can't move."
Cabe gulped. "Umm...should I be scared? Is this going to cause some marks? Will I be able to walk after?"
"No. No. And yes. Now close your eyes." Paige instructed and waited until Cabe did as he was told.
Paige scooped a handful of cool cream and dripped it down Cabe's chest. The thickness was strong enough to peak upward with each drop. Cabe bucked at the cold.
"I didn't expect that." Cabe said, eyes still closed but slightly moving his hips. Paige stopped her oral investigation of Cabe's well-defined body, restraint with her tongue. "No moving."
Cabe became accustomed to Paige's warm tongue. It snaked along his chest, stomach and lower groin, stopped at a particularly sensitive area. Cabe groaned as Paige took a cream coated strawberry into her mouth along with him. "Oh, babe...damn, that feels good!"
The contrasts of hot and cold scrambled Cabe's senses. Paige looked up once, met Cabe's lustrous blue eyes with her gold-glinted hazel ones with a steady, sexy gaze of possession and carried on lower, deeper with each breath. "Oh my God, Paige. How long do you think I can hold out?" Cabe begged, his voice breaking with desire, need. He plunged his hands into Paige's hair, careful not to hurt Paige or pull her hair, yet too weak to move any other parts of his body.
Paige licked Cabe's firm peak upward, causing another ripple of reaction. Paige could all but feel lava bubbling in her supple hand. "As long as you like. What was it you told me about aiming? Have a comfortable stance. That tilts you a little forward to manage recall.."
With this, Paige lowered herself inch by inch onto Cabe, enjoyed the endless sensations flying through her brain and her body. OMG...this is heaven! Paige squealed internally. Buff, built and hung like a-. "...grip as hard as you can..." Paige squeezed Cabe with her taut pelvic muscles, teased Cabe a little further with her hips gyrating rhythmically.
"Paige...yes!" Cabe breathed raggedly. If this is foreplay, I may not survive the main event! Cabe thought desperately.
Paige slid off, continued her lecture. Cabe groaned in protest, quickly shushed by one finger on his lips and another finger on his peak. Paige slowly stroked Cabe upward, her thumb, index finger were across from each other on the tip.
Together, Paige's finger and thumb, along with a cream-dipped strawberry held by her middle finger, traveled the impressive length of Cabe's rigid peak and created enough friction to elicit a moan from Cabe.. "You want the trigger finger and thumb to be as high as possible on the grip to contain the recoil-"Paige quickly slid back on top of Cabe again, encompassing Cabe in a slow groove of feelings, sensations. Paige breathed in quickly with delight at the thick hardness within her core.
Paige's heat, wetness enveloped Cabe like a tropical storm. No way was he getting out of this. "...of the slide moving back and forth." Paige slid up and gradually down, relished the feelings of Cabe's willing body below hers as much as his languorous strokes over her breasts, shoulders, back and long pent-up feelings.
Moms are still sexual beings, too. It's not all about cartoons and juice boxes. This was a pleasant reminder of that fact.
It was so reassuring to be seen as a sensual adult with needs instead of a person who drives and drops off at school, packs lunches, washes clothes, cleans, etc.
Cabe nodded at his shooting student's recital. "OK. What about your forearm?"
"Easy. Keep it straight with the gun to absorb more recoil." Paige took the opportunity to stroke Cabe's bottom, glide her fingers tentatively over very sensitive tissue. Another deep, masculine groan ensued. "Oh, Paige...class dismissed. You got this inside out."
"And I want to know you inside out, Cabe. I've waited so long for this." Paige confessed, dropped more rose petal tender kisses on Cabe's lips. Cabe held her hips in place, rose with each slow, steady motion Paige made.
If I didn't know better, I'd think that you're telling me that you love me. Cabe's questioning glance at this beauty above the bed was met by her tepid nod, eyes full of emotion. This was one more of those spooky times when they seemed to be on the same path mentally.
Cabe held out his arms for an embrace. "Bring it in here, Paige." Paige gently lied on Cabe's chest, felt his strongly beating heart. The ripples of dark, carpet-thick hair made his chest look even more powerful, male. Paige sighed, content with the satisfaction of multiple orgasms, this closeness they shared.
Cabe put a finger under Paige's chin so he could look in Paige's golden eyes.
"I've had a thing for you for awhile, kid. I just wanted you to come to me. No pressure. This kinda changes things." Cabe ventured, looked down into Paige's worried eyes. "for the better." His warm smile hinted at the permanence, peace they can now have together.
Paige smiled in relief, let out a huge sigh of contentment. "In that case, let's do this."
"You're on." Cabe agreed and deftly slid above Paige to claim her as his own.
The End