Chapter 5

Sara woke the next morning to the sweet smell of fresh coffee and hot muffins along with the distinct aroma of musk. She smiled as the scent brought back the tingles of the night before.

"Good morning sleepy head," Gil said, smiling, "Breakfast is on the balcony."

Sara slipped on her robe and joined him.

"I thought a little sightseeing would be nice today," Gil said, handing Sara a cup of coffee.

"Sounds nice," Sara replied, "Put I think we both need to shower first."

Gil stood and took her in his arms and buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply he said, "You smell good."

Sara giggled, partly because his breath tickled her and partly because she knew what she smelt like - sex - and she was not going out smelling the way she did. "Gilbert," she said kissing him, "We smell like sex."

Gil looked at Sara, "We smell like two people who have made love."

It was then that Sara realized just what he meant, they had not just had SEX they had made love, they had developed and shared a special bond. "Yes my love," Sara said, returning his kiss.

"So, how about some sightseeing and shopping?" Gil asked, "After a shower, of course."

Sara nodded, "Yes."

As they sat on the balcony for a while and finished their coffee and muffins, Sara thought Gil seemed a little preoccupied. "Is something wrong?" she asked him.

"No," he said, "Well yes and no."

Sara's look of total confusion made Gil snicker, "I'm sorry. It is just that … well I have something to ask and I just can't find the right way to ask without sounding like a total ass."

Sara smiled, "Just ask."

Gil took her hand in his and after drawing a deep breath he said, "Last night - was fantastic, I was just wondering if it was …. You know …. I mean did I…" By this time Sara had figured out what it was he was trying to ask.

"Oh my love," she said, stroking his face, "Do not doubt yourself, never have I been loved the way you loved me, I still have nerves that are tingling."

Gil kissed her, "It is just that, well I am older then you and it has been a while so I guess I was afraid that I may have forgotten a thing or two."

Sara smiled, "I highly doubt that you have forgotten anything."

Gil blushed a deep shade of red, coughed to clear his throat and mumbled something about taking a shower. As Gil disappeared into the room Sara smiled, "I'm not sure I could keep up with you if you had thought you forgot how to do something, heck I almost couldn't keep up with you as it was," Sara thought to herself.

"Your turn," Gil called coming form the shower wrapped in a towel and drying his hair.

Sara walked past him, snatching his towel she said, "I may need that."

Gil playfully patted her bottom, "Scram before I have to take you again smelling just the way you do." Sara laughed and headed for the bathroom. Gil sat on the bed, "I never thought I would feel this way again," he told himself.

Pulling on his under shorts and jeans Gil stood and walked to the dresser where he retrieved his wallet, before he placed it in his pocket he opened it and took out the picture of him and Sandra. "Oh my love, how I miss you," he whispered, Gil closed his eyes and suppressed a tear. It was as if he could hear Sandra's voice in his head, "My love, I want you to be happy. Your Sara will make you happy, lock me away in your memories. Live your life with Sara." Gil shook his head, he knew it was not Sandra, it was just his subconscious.

"You ok?" Sara asked coming form the bathroom.

"I'm fine," Gil said, as he replaced the picture, "Dress and we will go."

Sara walked up behind Gil and put her arms around him, she knew what he was thinking. "It's ok to miss her," Sara said, as she kissed his back, "It's ok to love her."

Gil turned to face Sara, "Thank you for understanding. But it is you I love and want to be with."

Sara kissed him, "I know darling, but Sandra will always occupy a spot in your heart and mind, that's understandable. As long as you promise to give me the rest she can keep her little spot."

"Most defiantly," Gil said, "Now get dressed, you are to tempting standing around the way you are."

Sara touched his crouch, the sign of an erection already showing, "Someone wants to play."

Gil kissed her and eased away her hand, "SOMEONE can wait till later." Sara giggled and turned to hunt something to put on.

Gil and Sara spent the majority of the day window shopping and people watching - something they both enjoyed. They stopped at one of the many street venders and purchased fruit and cheese and a drink and sat on the grass in a nearby park to eat, "Do you think anyone would miss us if we never went back to Vegas?" Sara asked.

Gil smiled, "I would think so."

Then Sara laughed, "If no one else Catherine would."

Gil snickered - Catherine had been left in charge, a place she was not comfortable in yet.

"Can we go back to the hotel?" Sara asked, "I want to be on the beach when the sunsets." Gil nodded, stood and took her hand to help her up. After cleaning up the area they grabbed a taxi and went back.

Sara stood facing the water and Gil stood behind her with his arms around her and they stood in silence watching the sun dip into the water.

"Listen," Sara whispered, "My mother once told me if you were very quiet you could hear the sun hissing as it hit the water."

Gil kissed the top of Sara's head, "I think she may be right," he whispered.

Once back in their room gifts that they had purchased for Vegas friends were sat on the floor near their baggage and showers were taken.

"I bought you something," Gil said handing Sara a small box.

"You shouldn't have," she said, "I didn't get you anything." Sara opened the box, inside was a necklace the pendant was in the shape of a sand dollar, on the back was the date they first meant.

"I always want to remember the day you brought life and love back into this shell of a man," Gil pulled Sara to him, somehow they managed to undress each other without ever breaking from a kiss.

He felt her skin flush under his touch. Slowly his lips found her neck and his body tingled as he taste her skin. A moan escaped Sara throat from the sensations his tongue was giving her. Her nails were gently scratching the back of his neck as he gently lift her and sat her on the edge of the bed.

Gil's lips found hers again as they moaned into each other's mouths. He shifted somewhat and let his tongue trace the skin on her throat, down to her breasts and then her belly. Gil eased her to her back as he knelt on the floor in between her long legs and breathed in her sexy scent.

Nothing ever smelled as good to him, his tongue slowly traced, licked, and suckled her legs. At the first touch of his tongue on her skin Sara almost came undone.

She panted as he caressed her slick folds, his fingers rubbing the taught bud in slow circles. Gil eased first one then another finger into her opening, pumping his fingers in a slow, lingering, and steady rhythm curling his fingers every little bit to hit that special spot just right.

Gil pushed her legs farther apart, so he could taste the sweetness she had to offer him. He felt her body shudder and twitch with each flick of his tongue. Suddenly, she tightened her hold on his head and lifted her hips completely off the bed, sobbing with pleasure; eyes closed, her head tossed back and forth on the pillow. The room filled with her ecstatic, sexy moans.

Between pants and moans Sara whispered his name just before she released herself. Gil excepted all she had to offer then moved his head, kissing her inner thigh as Sara's body spasmed through her climax.

Sara took his hands and guided him to a laying position, straddling him her lips kissed and nibbled every inch of his body. Sara slowly worked her way down, making sure her wet womanhood rubbed Gil's already erect manhood.

"Oh God, Sara," Gil whispered. Gil groaned loudly as Sara took his entire length into her mouth and expertly kissed, sucked and stroked him.

Gil was unaware of anything except the pleasure Sara was giving him, loud groans along with a warning that he could not hold back much longer escaped from his lips. This time Sara was not going to give up, she wanted to taste him.

Gil grabbed the sheets, groaned loudly and released himself, Sara took it all. Gil was lost someplace between ecstasy and heaven as Sara only added to theses feelings by kissing her way back up his body, her lips found his, their tongues explored each other and enjoyed the mixture of juices that was leftover.

Sara moved beside Gil and nestled in Gil's arms, tomorrow they had to return to the real word but for now each other was all that mattered. "I love you, Sara," Gil whispered just before sleep found him.