AN: M rated chapter
PJ
Gillian woke to the buzz of an engine. It sounded like lawn mower or a chainsaw, but as she came awake she identified the annoyance as, indeed, a lawn mower. Which obnoxious neighbour in particular felt the need to get up at the crack of dawn and cut their grass on a Sunday morning? Gillian turned over amongst the pile of blanket all around her, feeling lost in the great swathes of it, and reached for Cal. She had to sit up to see he wasn't there and she felt a pang. He was going to Africa. This week in fact. She didn't want him to go but she wasn't going to ask him to stay. If she did, if she dared voice the request, it would only make him leaving harder to bear. Because when he said 'no', it would only make the both of them feel worse about it. So she didn't. Because she found that refusal could offend.
Gillian checked the time next. It was after ten. Wow that was one hell of a sleep in. But she must have really needed it because she actually felt good. And it also let the annoying grass cutting neighbour off the hook. Gillian climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. After she brushed her teeth, she went to find her husband.
It was Cal mowing the freaking lawns. He must have already done the small section out the front and now he was on to the back. Gillian headed into the kitchen, smelling fresh coffee but not quite wanting some. She had had a really good night's sleep and besides, the image of her husband was suddenly so much more interesting. She caught a glimpse of him in the kitchen window but went out to stand on the deck to really get a good look. He was shirtless, which drew her eye in the first place, but as she studied him she could see he was in workman's boots and dirty jeans, riding low because he had no belt on to help hold them up, which meant she could see dark lines of his underwear in the back, and when he turned towards her to mow the second to last strip, in the front, around his...
Cal raised a hand to give her a slight wave and Gillian felt her heart rate rising. The tattoos, and the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the underwear, and how was it possible for him to cut the grass with that swagger? He came close and turned again and the start of summer sun glistened the sweat over his back. Gillian's stomach quivered. 'Oh dear god,' Gillian breathed. She was going to have to have him.
Cal turned the mower again to face the house and cut the engine, finished. He pulled off his hearing protection and gave the mower a shove, then walked into it, pushing it ahead of him. Gillian could see the muscles in his arms bunch under the effort, a small effort, but still, and as he got even closer she could see a thick cord of something running over the top of his biceps; a vein or artery or sinew or she was having a hard time with details right now.
Cal left the mower and approached where his wife was standing in thin pyjamas on the deck, staring at him, practically undressing him; he recognised that look on her face. And he was not one to let an opportunity pass him by. He added a little extra jaunt to his step and saw Gillian take in a slightly sharper breath and hold it. Her gaze never left his as he hopped up the steps and came to stand in front of her. Her hands reached for his hips absently and he grinned. "Mornin'."
"Mmm morning," Gillian agreed, her lips staying parted, inviting. Her hair was still mussed from bed and her cheeks were a little pink. Could be the sun. Could be something else.
"You have a good sleep?" Cal went on. She had been dead-to-the-world peaceful when he got up.
"Uh huh," Gillian nodded. Her eyes had already gone dark and Cal wondered how long it would be before she would cave. She liked to pretend she had some self control but Cal knew her too well. She struggled sometimes to keep her hands off; lucky for him. "You're up early."
"Wanted to," Cal gestured to the yard. "Tidy things up before I go away."
The comment clouded Gillian's features and he realised he had made a mistake in mentioning that. So far, they were operating on the assumption that if they didn't talk about it, then it wasn't happening. Not entirely healthy but there it was. That was how it seemed they were both coping. But that was exactly why Cal had got up early to mow the lawn. Some sort of misguided sense of making sure she was taken care of before he left. Gillian often brought out misguided protectiveness in Cal. It came from a good place but considering her strength and independence she would scoff in his face if he told her about the half of it. So he often didn't tell her about the half of it.
The cloud pass over Gillian's face in a second and Cal leaned down to give her a soft kiss,. "Maybe I could put you in the showa and clean you up too."
Gillian gave a slight smirk and her hand came to his shoulder. "You need a shower. You're all sweaty."
"Yeah you know me. I like to get dirty."
Gillian shivered and Cal was glad he had managed to bring things back on track. Gillian looked up at him, her blue eyes going dark again. She licked her lips hungrily and Cal waited, poised and tense. When she didn't move, Gillian sighed, brought an arm around the back of his neck and drew his head down so she could kiss him, pushing up on her toes to close the short distant decisively. Cal brought her in tight against his body, feeling the pressure of her breasts against his bare chest. She tasted like mint; she must have literally just got up. Especially if there were no hints of coffee on her tongue.
Gillian gave a guttural gulping sound and her fingers tightened on the back of Cal's shoulder. He pushed against her and she took a step backwards. He could feel her lungs working against his body and the desperation in her kiss. He knew she was going to demand release quickly. She bit at his lips and pulled on his tongue hard. Her hand lowered to his groin and squeezed. Cal dropped his mouth to her neck, kissing and nuzzling, grasping her breast in his left hand; his right continued to push her against his body. He pumped his hips into her slowly and she gave a huff.
Cal pried an eye open. Where? There. The lounger. He pushed her backwards again and she stumbled back but he didn't give her a chance to react before he was on her again, kissing her hard, shuffling her back a little more. He felt her calves hit the lounger because she stumbled but he controlled her fall and knelt over her quickly, guiding her back into position. "Cal," she murmured low.
"Sh," he told her off and took her mouth again, delving deep with his tongue, noticing the pressure in his groin was starting to get uncomfortable. He stroked around her nipple with his left hand again, a little clumsy, but he was holding up his weight with his right and Gillian gave another huff, a cross between pleasure and wanting to protest. Cal could feel everything through the thin material of what Gillian deemed 'summer pyjamas'. Her nipple went hard under his touch and she pushed her hips up to meet his before he crushed her down again, preventing her from moving. He palmed her breast hard, feeling the soft firmness give way and Gillian moaned. She pushed her hands between them, grabbing him through the material of his jeans and when that apparently wasn't satisfying enough for her, she popped open the buttons of his fly and slipped a hand inside, to grip him through his briefs.
Cal pushed his hips closer. "That feels good," he encouraged in a low murmur against her ear. Gillian gave a strained 'mmm' and opened her eyes to look up at him. She took him in one hand, his balls in the other and then smiled at the expression on his face. "Fuckin' fantastic," Cal added. He kissed her again, pumping his hips, but prepared to be patient. The heat of the sun at his back prickled sweat and he felt his cheeks flush. Gillian turned her head to bite the sensitive skin of his neck and Cal let her have control for a moment, keeping still so he could feel everything she was doing, squeezing her breast gently, relaxing, squeezing, relaxing.
Cal felt himself start to throb and decided that was enough. He pulled back abruptly, leaving Gillian panting, her hands falling to her sides. He shifted all the way down the lounger so he was crouched on the wooden deck. He shifted his underwear a little to give himself more room and Gillian parted her legs a little bit more in anticipation. Cal gave her a dirty grin and raised himself up again. Gillian's legs went wider, her hips raised up off the lounger and her mouth parted. Cal pressed his hands to each side of her hips and started to push down, bunching the elastic waistband of her pyjama pants beneath his palms. He tucked his fingers in and pulled down. The material slid easily. She wasn't wearing any underwear and Cal could see straight away how ready she was. The smell of summer cut grass mixed with the thrilling scent of her.
Cal slid his hands all the way down her calves, pushing his wife's pyjamas to her ankles and leaving them there. Then he pulled her left knee to the side, turning it so he could suckle at the flesh in the curve; he could smell the sweat on her skin. He trailed his mouth quickly up her inner thigh, nipping lightly, making her breath struggle again. When he was within reach her fingers slid into his hair, combing and she muttered something he didn't catch. But he wasn't listening anyway, because he was so close. He had to force himself to tease a little more, and not just dive on in, because he liked to make it last. He liked to wind her up. That was the best bit.
He could feel Gillian straining for him, the way she shifted her hips closer, moving her body weight from side to side to inch down towards him. Her knees came up beneath him, tilting her pelvis back, inviting him. She must have kicked the pyjama bottoms free because she hooked a leg over the arm of the lounger, totally open, trusting, asking. Cal obliged. She was exquisitely hot and as soon as he made contact he sucked hard, taking her into his mouth with force, his groin thundering in a way that forced him to reach down and pull himself free. Gillian came alive beneath him instantaneously. Her hips pushed up against him, her fingers tightened in his hair, she gave a moan, her thighs tensed around him and she full body shivered.
Cal sucked again, as if he could rip her away from herself and she cried out, not words, just sounds. Cal didn't even give a shit that they were outside and could be heard. The neighbours could probably hear them going at it through the wall on a good night. What did he care? The way she reacted just made him want more, it made him twitch and shiver in delight and he hadn't even started yet. Cal broke away so he could shift, tucking his legs beneath him in a kneel, pushing back on Gillian's ass so her hips were pointed up. He slung her legs over his shoulders quickly and just as she started to regain her senses he lowered his head again from above.
He started slow, now that he had released some tension, rolling his tongue around her, then darting in and out, before licking straight up and down. Gillian shivered again, her hands returning to his hair, petting gently, encouraging. She gave a hum of contentment. Cal worked his way to the top, took her between his teeth, and worked them firmly back and forth. Gillian let out an 'oh' and her breathing became pronounced again. She pushed down with her thighs, making her hips push up into Cal's face again.
Cal brought his hands up, gripping the flesh of her ass in both palms, massaging firmly. Then he switched and smoothed them up and down as he worked his mouth down too, swirling his tongue to find every inch. He tucked his left index finger into the gap between her backside and she tensed against him, blocking him. With her distracted, Cal shifted his right hand quickly, pushing his right index finger against her making her curse. He teased around and around the edge, then up and down, watching what he was doing intently. He felt the prickle of Gillian's gaze on him and glanced up at her face. Her expression flickered between an intense stare, shimmering ecstasy, then back to fucking him hard with her eyes.
Cal felt his stomach shiver excessively and his groin twitched violently to remind him that it would not be neglected. All in good time. He went back to running his finger against her, pushing the tip as he searched the way. He reached the top of her again and pressed directly against the bundle of nerves, hard, like he was pushing in a stubborn button. Gillian gave another soft cry, another shift of her body, squirming. Heat flooded out of her and Cal dipped his head to taste again. She whimpered once more and Cal realised she was coming undone. Her fingers had tightened in his hair yet again, clinging on, and her thighs were closer around his ears, distorting the sound of his own breathing.
Cal swapped his hand and mouth, pressing his teeth against her, pinning her down, while his finger slid inside her warmth easily. Gillian gave another moan, her hips pushed up against him, her fingers clawed; she was getting closer, closer, close. Cal heard her pant in succession to regain some control but she was quickly losing out as he worked his tongue down to his own finger and back up again, swirling, searching, sucking, scraping, while his finger curled and caressed, coiled and crafted.
Cal teased an orgasm out of her, drawing it slowly so she didn't even know it had started before it was already in full swing. Cal felt the small tremors beginning and slowed his movements down to withdraw gently so she wouldn't notice he was gone. He moved up her body as it quivered beneath him, leaning on the raised back of the lounger and the right arm rest to look down on his wife's face as her eyes rolled up and her neck arched back. He wanted to stay, but he wanted to do this more. He watched her face. Beautiful. And just for him. He watched her pleasure roll away and back, washing over her tightly; it made him want to be inside her, to feel... but he wasn't finished yet. And the finale was going to be explosive.
When Gillian's eyes started to flicker and her breathing evened out, Cal shifted back a little. With his knees digging into the metal bar of the lounger running beneath Gillian's thighs, a design flaw in his opinion, if he could feel it through the cushion there was something wrong, Cal pushed up the material of Gillian's pyjama top. Her eyes came open then, aware of him again, probably because he had moved. Cal dropped his head to her left breast, rubbing the wetness from his mouth and chin against her already taught nipple. Gillian dropped a hand to the back of his head with a sigh, but kept it there, limp. Cal shifted his mouth to lick the mess he had just made away again, then switched to the other side to do the same, turning his other cheek. He lingered there, until Gillian's stomach lifted to press against his belly and her pelvic bone rubbed against his. He stumbled a little then, feeling a desperation rush through him that was even harder to ignore.
Gillian's hand was on him next, gripping him tightly, small, soft words tumbling out of her mouth. Her skin was slick beneath Cal was he dropped his body against her, sliding back and forth slowly, electricity rippling between them. There were times when Gillian would beg. Or demand. No, direct. She would tell him when she couldn't stand it any longer, when she wanted him. But this time, it was Cal who couldn't wait a moment longer. He slid two fingers against her core, gathering up her wetness and slid his fingers around his own length, shivering delight erupting upwards, into his stomach, setting his heart on edge. He was rock hard, twitching, ready and she was ready and her eyes came open to look up at him again the expression on her face saying 'fuck me' even if the words didn't come out of her mouth. Or maybe they did and Cal didn't hear through the ache of needing his own release now; he was suddenly very narrow-minded.
He positioned and Gillian moved her leg further out to the side and he slid into her. His knees gave way as the striking heat surrounded him, soaring up his body to flash behind his eyes. Cal gripped the top of the lounger and his body quivered. As his elbow contracted he pulled the back of the lounger toward him and it released the catch at the bottom, which dropped the raised back of the seat flat. Suddenly. Gillian dropped sharply but she barely seemed to even register the change in angle. Her hands came up to Cal's ass, gripping, pulling him, shifting her legs up to his waist, deepening his thrust, drawing him in, giving little growls in her throat as she did so.
Cal fell against her, aiding her quest to get more of him and she gave another pleased moan. Cal had to take a moment to get a grip on himself. He felt like he couldn't breathe for a second, like he had forgotten. But the pounding of his groin wasn't going to let him get away with it for long. He could feel Gillian pulsing around him, already close to a second orgasm and oh god, he wanted one too. He was getting desperate. He pushed up on his elbow, away from her so he could move, finding purchase for his knees; even his shifting had his wife's grip on his ass get tighter. Cal moved back a little, sliding against her, dropping his head to her shoulder, cursing, because god, fucking god, he wasn't sure he could do this and hold it together.
And Gillian wouldn't let him go. When he didn't move, she did, pulling her hips back, then up, squeezing him from inside, turning her head from side to side, stroking her fingers up to the small of his back, then down again to grip his butt again. "Fuck," Cal choked against her neck. Her skin was damp and her hair hot against his face. His body quivered uncontrollably and he was afraid that was it.
"Go," Gillian whispered simply, not giving up as she worked him from beneath. "I'm so close Cal. So close," she murmured and that at least gave Cal a little bit of hope. He was pretty sure his orgasm had already started as he slid his hips away this time, just a little, then back. The second time he went further, and then further still with each stroke until he was pushing into her deep and hard, the lounger inching across the wood of the deck.
Gillian's movements also became more pronounced, so did the lines in her throat as Cal rode her hard. Mutters turned to groans and then she was crying out again. Cal felt his breath gripping at his throat and he burned with needing more, more air, more friction, more of his wife, just fucking more and more and more until he really started to fall apart, his hips stumbling out of rhythm.
"Yes!" Gillian cried. "Yes! Fucking yes!" She came violently and Cal really lost it, exploding into her suddenly without remorse, dropping his head sharply against her shoulder, holding still while she writhed all around him, fingernails in his flesh. Cal seized again and again, each convulsion shocking through his entire body, making his toes and feet and calves and thighs strain with wanting to pull away from the agonising strokes of deep within her. But from-the-waist-up wanted to stay. He liked the way her stomach pressed against his as she gulped air, the way she pressed her breasts against his chest intermittently, like she was floating up only to be sent back down by his presence above her. He liked the stroke of her hands at his waist, the hot spurts of her breath at his neck, the twitch of her throat. She was magnificent.
When her breath was more like a tickling flutter and the tension had left both of them; when she finally went still and Cal's heart rate had already slowed, the sweat on his skin cooled by now in patches where a breeze from the yard was reminding him that they were outside, Cal finally pulled back to see his wife's face. She looked up at him with a lazy smile. Her eyes were still dark, her cheeks were still red, and Cal could still see the dampness along her hairline. "Amazing," she murmured happily.
"New adjectives," Cal noted. Her usual was 'wow'.
Gillian's smile went a little wider, delighted. "Thought I'd mix it up."
"I like," Cal told her simply.
Gillian's hands smoothed up his back and her fingers slid over the ridges of his ribs. "Are you ok there?"
"Incredible."
"I can feel you trembling," she told him softly.
"That's not on purpose." Cal moved his hips back a little. The cooler air flooded in between their bodies now and Gillian shivered a little with a wince. Cal had a sudden thought that the lounger could not be comfortable for her either. It wasn't exactly designed for this; it wasn't designed for two. He could feel that metal bar beneath his knees again and knew there was another lurking further up, beneath Gillian's shoulders or upper back somewhere. And that little bugger was not relenting.
Gillian reached up with her arms further to hug him tighter. "Stay," she murmured against his neck, placing a delicate kiss. Cal attempted a half hug, difficult with her lying down and the fact that his skin was feeling sensitive all over. No bloody wonder he was having a difficult time getting a grip on himself, that had been a gargantuan effort. Gillian gave a content sigh against him, her breath hot and tickly against his throat.
"Are you all right?" He asked, about ready to suggest they relocate. When he could feel his legs properly again. The patio furniture was not the best scene for a post-coital cuddle. Of course the lounge was also a million miles away and so was their bedroom and where else was he going to suggest that was closer? The kitchen floor. Cal felt a grin threaten, memories of them doing it there too. Not this house. Not yet. And maybe not the best circumstances back then for a shag on the kitchen floor, but still, he did like the idea that sometimes, they just couldn't get enough of each other.
"Yes very," Gillian answered on a murmur, her grip on his neck tightening for a second before loosening off once more.
Cal pushed his elbows into a locked position yet again so he was leaning over her and Gillian let him go this time, rather than hang her weight from around his neck. "Great." Cal gave her a sudden grin. "You know what this means now don't you?"
"What?" Gillian asked innocently; slight confusion.
"I can cross the deck off my list." Cal's grin got bigger and Gillian gave a little 'hmph' that was meant to be light amused agreement, while in her head she said silently, 'Please don't leave me.'