Chapter 11
Gabi stood in the doorway of the study and watched Troy reading his research books, a soft smile appearing on her face at the frown of concentration above his eye. She came inside the room, placing her shopping bags down and bee-lining for him, straddling him in his seat, to his surprise.
"Do you know how sexy you look?" She asked, running her hands over his shoulders.
He closed his book and leaned to one side to put it to the floorboard, letting his thumb trail down her neck tenderly.
"Ditto," he offered with a smile, accepting her kiss as she leaned forward to give it, their mouths joining hungrily for contact.
He brushed his thumbs up her ribs and paused underside her breasts, wanting to take things as slow as possible.
Gabi blinked as she looked down, taking in his muscled arms, closing her eyes to the heat of his hands so close to where she ached to feel them.
"It feels so weird being able to do this," she sighed with soft pleasure.
Troy leaned forward and kissed her neck where it just begged to be kissed, laying another one next to it as she let out a strangled noise.
"It feels great being able to do this," he murmured, meeting her eyes for a moment before he cupped his hands right over her breasts, watching her reaction.
Gabi bit her lip and threw her head back at the feel of his touch, her pleasure intensifying as he brushed his thumbs over her peaks and brought them hard to his touch.
"Do you mind, that they're not real?" She whispered into his ear, sucking his lobe in return.
He smiled, tenderly thumbing the flesh again. "I don't mind at all…"
"Troy," she broke out his name, linking their lips for another heated kiss, arching her body to press against his, wanting so much more as he dipped his head to kiss her collarbone, slipping her bodysuit strap down to ghost kisses beside her bra material, the mounds of her flesh soft and sweet to his lips.
"I want to taste you," he husked as he sought a way into her restrictive top and she climbed back, firstly unbuttoning her shorts and then unsnapping the poppers of her body suit, swiping it over her head before she came back into his lap, his careful hands rolling up her sides and round her back to her bra fastening.
Gabi bit her lower lip as he released the garment, her entire body now on show to him as he flicked his appreciative gaze over her large breasts, then back to her face, where he touched with gentility.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her chest and finally, her breasts, flicking his tongue against her nipples experimentally, finding her reaction a heady mix of pleasure-pain.
He tickled his fingers into her waist, curved his hands over her hips and jerked involuntarily as she writhed in his lap, simulating her body's need graphically.
"I want to make love to you, Gabi," he whispered in her ear after she stripped his top and let her hands own his chest. "But not now…let me love you but not with my body," he begged, taking her mouth for another strong kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth and speaking his passion again.
Gabi looked him right in the eye before she took his hand and pressed it against her hip, right beside her panties band, signaling he should remove them. He frowned a little, tugged them down and let her go as she stood again to take them off, his eyes glued to every inch of the curvy flesh she owned.
When she came back, he cupped her hair and kissed her, softly, letting his tongue flick across her lower lip, letting their pace slow to excruciating pleasure.
He knew what to do. He cupped her backside, let his long lean fingers run up her thighs, and then his thumbs ran under her toned belly, heading for the place she was asking him to touch.
He dipped into her sweet heat at last, his lips brushing burning patterns over her skin, her arousal certain in her panting and moans from each flick of his fingers and each touch of his mouth.
She guided him, with her vocals, and sometimes her hands, and he got it, he learned exactly what she needed to bring her aching pleasure to a crescendo. Grasping her neck, kissing her mouth, he groaned and rocked his hips against her as he felt her quiver, his body wanting so much of what his hand was seeking. Under the kiss, deep in a heady desire he lost himself in, she orgasmed against his touch, her body softening as she rode out the waves.
Quickly, he cuddled her as she wrapped her arms around his neck for comfort and a whole new level of love tightened his belly. He would protect her from anything. He would do that all over again just to have this moment she clung to him and told him silently he was all she needed.
He heard her sob and tipped his head to see her, finding her face planted in his neck hiding her tears.
"Hey…" He frowned, stroking her hair down her back, letting his caring hands wash over her with comfort.
"Nobody's ever done that before," she explained between sobs. "I've never been touched so beautifully…"
"I love you, Gabi," he tightened his arms, kissing her hair. "I love you."
"I love you, too Troy," Gabi kissed his mouth once, and then rearranged herself in his lap, curling up sideways against his chest.
"You do realise my sermon is ruined?" He asked as his body calmed and his hands ran over her skin lightly in their embrace.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she smiled at him sweetly and kissed his jaw.
"If I even pick up a book now I'll just remember this moment…"
"Will I be punished for seducing you?" She wondered, playing with his short hair, blowing against his ear to make him shiver with ticklishness.
"As your Reverend, I think it's only right you repent your sins," he agreed.
"What should I do to repent, father?" She breathed the last word into his ear, making him tense with arousal again.
He looked down on her with a little smile, his blue eyes alight. "You must sleep in my bed for a whole week."
"That's not punishment," she screwed up her face and he chuckled, kissing her softly, nuzzling her nose tenderly as his eyes crossed to focus on her.
"You can help me with my speech, seeing as you are the one who corrupted it…"
"I did not!"
"What do you want me to talk about on Sunday, then? How much I want to make love to you?" He asked.
"How about you just do make love to me, then there's nothing left to talk about-" He kissed her, for a long moment.
"There's plenty to talk about." He promised.
"I can't possibly focus on the words of the bible when I'm naked…" She decided with a cute lip press, climbing from his lap to retrieve her discarded clothes, flashing him her bare derriere as she went.
"I'm sure my speech will include how amazing your backside is…" He twinkled as she came back over, dressed, dangling his tee shirt from her finger.
"You're a man of God." She reminded him. "Pleasures of the flesh are a sin, have some control."
"You make me lose my control," he garnered.
"That's your fault, not mine."
"Those outfits play a part…"
"You told me to dress how I liked!" She bent for his book and sat back in his lap, his hands resting warmly on her.
"I take it back."
"Okay tomorrow I'll wear my dress. In fact- tonight. We have dinner at eight."
He swallowed, training her hair back with his gentle fingers, eyeing her tempting neck. "Do we have to go out?"
The husk and rumble of his voice forced her to close her eyes and take a deep, controlling breath.
"Unless you want your speech to get a whole lot dirtier…"
"Spoilsport. Ok, give me the book," he conceded, taking the item from her hands and opening it again, ignoring the way her fingers tracked through his hair distractedly.
"Troy…"
"Shh, I'm reading."
"I'm lonely," she kissed his temple. "Read to me?"
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death," he began.
"You can't put that in your speech."
"Fine…how about …"
"What does that say?" She pointed at a random page.
"Who is wise and understanding among you? Show by your good life that your works are done with gentleness born of wisdom. But if you have bitter envy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not be boastful and false to the truth. Such wisdom does not come down from above, but is earthly, unspiritual, devilish. For where there is envy and selfish ambition, there will also be disorder and wickedness of every kind.
But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, willing to yield, full of mercy and good fruits, without a trace of partiality or hypocrisy. And a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace for those who make peace."
"I like it. Can I go and get ready for dinner now?"
Troy's arms remained around her, his hands holding his book. "I haven't even started yet!"
"Can it wait? I'm so hungry…"
He looked to her and smiled warmly. "You come in, you create havoc and now you vanish because you're hungry?"
"Yep," she nodded, pushing at his arms to release her and standing when he did so. "Don't be too long."
He watched her go and wondered for one second why he had tried to fight his attraction to her when she fit in his life so perfectly, like she had always been there. Touching her intimately, sharing that passion, it gave way to soft, tender moments that he loved just as much as the strong passionate ones.
Holding back was getting harder. Even watching her ride out her pinnacle in his lap had brought him rigid and needy and he knew he couldn't restrain himself much longer, but tonight he would.
Tonight they would have dinner and share their time together, everything else forgotten as they only had eyes for each other.