Forever & an Engine (2 page)

‘O god,’ he
exclaimed, as I cried out at the feeling of the vibrator remaining steady in me
while he thrusted.

‘I know … it
feels so amazing, faster Gabe please. Yes, yes … yes.’ The vibrations
reverberated inside me, at the same time as feeling him filling me completely.

‘Touch
yourself for me as well baby,’ he groaned. Touch myself? As if I wasn’t already
over stimulated as it was? I reached down and started to rub my clit and went
into complete sensation overload. As I started to come, I fell face first into
the bed as he held my bum in the air with his left hand under my stomach. My hand
clawed at the duvet and I gritted my teeth as my fingers, his dick and the
vibrator worked on me all at once and as I hit the peak of my orgasm all of my
vaginal and anal muscles clenched tight.

‘Miaaaa,’
he roared.

‘Gabe … please
… please …
PLEASE
,’ I screamed and I felt him come inside me and he fell
forwards, pushing us both flat onto the mattress. My hand was trapped under my
stomach and I could feel him spurting inside me as the vibrator continued to shake.
‘O ... god,’ I moaned, juddering and panting. I felt some pressure as Gabe searched
for the button to turn it off, but he hit the mode button instead and I
screamed again as it changed vibrations. ‘Gabe please … turn it off it’s too
much … I need a break.’

‘Shit Mia,’
I felt him slide out of me and I continued to shake as he tried to press the
off switch.

‘For god’s
sake Gabe, PULL IT OUT,’ I yelled.

‘Sorry,’ he
muttered and I breathed a huge sigh of relief as felt it slid out of me and sighed
as I heard the buzzing stop.

‘You find
the bloody off button the minute it’s out?’ I lay one of my cheeks on the duvet
and caught my breath.

‘Sorry
baby, you looked so uncomfortable I panicked. Did I hurt you?’ he asked as he
lay down on his front next to me and turned his head to look at me.

‘No, it was
just too much after such an intense orgasm. How was it for you?’

‘Kind of
weird, but really nice at the same time. I could really feel the vibrations
coming through and when you clenched so tight I thought you were going to
decapitate my cock.’

I started
giggling and he started laughing. ‘Gabe Austin, I was a virgin two weeks ago
and now look what you’ve got me doing.’

‘But are
you enjoying it?’

‘God yes,
but I’m sick of all the showers I keep having to take to clean up. I need a
bidet.’

‘A what?’
he asked raising his eyebrows.

‘A bidet.
Don’t you know what a bidet is?’

‘No.’

‘It’s like
a little mini toilet that you can fill with water and sit on. It also has a
water jet that shoots up, so I could sit on it and clean myself without
showering every five minutes. I can’t believe you haven’t seen one, there’re
everywhere in France.’

‘Never been,’
he shrugged and I looked at him amazed.

‘You’ve
been to all these faraway places and never across to France?’

‘No.’

‘O Gabe, you’ve
got to go. Paris is only the most beautiful city I’ve ever been to. It’s so
romantic. Then there’s all the bread, the
amazing
cheese and the wine.’

‘And the
bidets,’ he grinned.

‘Seriously,
you really need to go.’

‘Ok, when’s
your birthday? We could have a long weekend,’ he said as he planted a kiss on
my lips. I looked at him lying there all happy, with a big madly in love with
me smile on his face, it wasn’t the right time to break the news to him that it
was the anniversary of his mother’s death.

‘I need the
toilet.’ I jumped up and ran to the en-suite and shut the door and put my
forehead on it and sighed. When was it going to be a good time to tell him that
I wondered? I cleaned myself up with the moist wipes again, now he wasn’t using
condoms I was going to have to stock up on these. I padded back to the bedroom
and he was lying on his back with his hands behind his head, still looking like
the cat who got the cream.

‘I need my
towel so I can have
yet
another shower.’ I grabbed it off the floor and
draped it down my front.

‘Why are
you covering yourself up?’

‘I don’t
know,’ I shrugged. ‘I’m not used to walking around to bare and exposed.’

‘
Really
?’
he exclaimed, looking at me amused.

‘What’s
that supposed to mean?’

‘Mia, I’ve
seen you walk naked into your bathroom knowing Lexi was in there, you stood on
my doorstep in your Basque, you were virtually naked on and in my car and you
paraded around town in that tiny outfit last night.’

‘That’s
different.’

‘How so? Enlighten
me.’

‘Well at
boarding school we had no choice really, so Lexi and I are comfortable to a
point seeing each other nude, or having a pee and going out I’m not flashing
bare nipple or vagina.’

‘So walking
around in front of
me
naked doesn’t feel normal?’

‘No, when we’re
having sex or showering and you’re looking at me all lustily it feels fine, but
without the lustiness it’s just a bit intimate.’

‘I always
look at you lustily and I hate to break it to you baby, but we’re as intimate
as it gets.’ He got up off the bed and walked over to me.

‘I know
that,’ I said as I looked at the floor.

‘Give me
the towel.’

‘No,’ I replied,
looking back up at him.

‘Mia give
me the towel.’

‘Gabe I feel
all embarrassed,’ I said blushing as I looked back at the floor.

‘I don’t
understand why. I love your body, I think you already know that. Don’t you love
it?’

‘Most of it,’
I mumbled, avoiding looking at him.

‘Which
parts don’t you love?’ he asked with surprise in his voice.

‘My hips
and my stomach,’ I whispered, really not wanting to bring any more attention to
them. He reached out and held the edges of the towel as I clutched it to my
breasts. ‘Gabe don’t.’

‘You
already know I love all of you and you trust me don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘So let me
have it.’ He tugged gently and I sighed and let it go. He took my hand and
walked me to the bathroom and stood me in front of the large framed mirror
leaning against the wall and then he stood behind me and put his hands on my
hips. I looked at my reflection and bit my lip.

‘
Gabe,’
I protested.

‘What are
your measurements?’

‘36, 24,
36,’ I sighed.

‘Baby you
have a seriously sensational body.’ He ran his hand up from my hips, into my
waist and back out up my ribs. ‘See that, that in and out shape is delicious Mia
and you’re in perfect symmetry. You’re not underweight or overweight, you’re
perfect, so I don’t get the problem. I love your body so much, the fact that I
can’t leave it alone should tell you that.’

‘I hate my stomach,
it’s got this roundness to it. I’d love to be more sculpted.’ I thought of his
ex Julie and how toned she was. He ran the palm of his hand over it where it
gently protruded.

‘It’s sexy
as hell baby. You know guys have locker room talk too.’ He grabbed my hand and
ran it down the sexy v of his stomach and hip. ‘We don’t get why you women all
love this bit on us, but most of us prefer a woman with a toned but slight
swell to her stomach. I find it incredibly sexy and given how all the men were hollering
at you on Friday in your tiny skirt, they thought the same. Baby, for me you’ve
got the most perfect body I’ve ever seen and I want you to be comfortable to
stand naked in front of me when it’s not all about sex. I can admire your body
without having to jump your bones.’

‘Now it’s
my turn to say
really
?’ I looked at his reflection astonished, and also
touched at the same time from his reassurances. He laughed and turned me around
and kissed me.

‘Ok, we’re
going to have a shower together and I’m going to admire you without any sexual
undercurrent. Come on, it’s nearly midday and I haven’t even had a bloody
coffee, let alone something to eat.’

‘Thank you,
I’ll try and be more at ease when I’m naked,’ I said as he hit the shower
buttons and I got blasted again.

‘So
seriously what’s it with this bit on my side that all the women drool over?’ he
asked.

‘I’m not
entirely convinced that’s the only thing they drool over on you Gabe, but even
setting aside your beautiful cock, that groove is just so hot,’ I said as I bit
my lip and smiled at him. I ran my finger along it and kneeled down and licked
it and he immediately sprung another erection right in front of my face.

‘Mia that’s
cheating.’

‘So sue me.’
I took him in my mouth gave him a very fast blow job, enjoying hearing him moan
as he came in my mouth. After we were showered he pulled on a pair of his low slung
grey jersey track suit bottoms without any underwear and smiled as he saw me checking
him out again, this was turning into the best weekend ever. I pulled on my over
the knee socks and put on his white shirt and went without underwear or mascara.
I loved that he made me feel confident enough about my looks not to have to
worry about wearing any makeup with him.

We headed
down to the kitchen and I poured us some orange juice while he sorted out his
fancy coffee machine and made himself an espresso and me a latte. I watched him
do some perfect poached eggs and we had them on toast with bacon and button
mushrooms and finished off with some sweet melon slices.

‘Gabe,
would you mind if I see the rest of the house? It looks so beautiful.’

‘Of course
not, it was on the to do list,’ he smiled.

‘What else
is on it?’

‘You,
multiple times,’ he chuckled as he slapped my bottom and hustled me out of the
kitchen. He took my hand and led me to door opposite his lounge and showed me
into a mirror image of his, but his dad had it painted in a New England style in
duck egg blue, cream and white. It had a number of comfy cream upholstered
sofas and some cream leather wing back armchairs. There were black and white
pictures all over the walls of Gabe at various ages and of Gabe’s mum. I
listened as Gabe talked me through each one, it was the most I’d heard him talk
about his childhood and decided to take advantage of his sudden verbosity.

‘How old’s
your dad?’

‘41, mum
was the same age. They met here at Westhampton Uni too, just like us,’ he said
as he kissed my hair. I smiled at him and stroked his arm.

‘He’s very
handsome Gabe and your mum was so beautiful, no wonder you’re so gorgeous, you
had the most amazing genes on both sides. Has he got a girlfriend now?’

‘He’s tried
dating a few woman, but I don’t know if he’ll ever get over her to be honest.’

‘That’s so
sad, no one should be lonely. Do you mind me asking what her name was Gabe?’ I
looked up at him wondering if I was nearing the limit of questions before I
pushed him too far, but he smiled down at me.

‘I can talk
to you about her Mia. It was Tabitha, but everyone called her Tabby.’

‘I like
that name.’ I tiptoed up and kissed his cheek. ‘Do you have some happy memories
of her?’

‘Yes,’ he
said quietly. I rubbed his arm again and he gave me a half smile.

‘What’s
your favourite one?’

‘How she’d
make me feel so safe when I was sick or scared. She’d sleep in my bed with me
and stroke my hair and read or talk to me until I fell asleep. I found it so hard
to fall sleep after I lost her until …’ he let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his
face with his free hand.

‘Until
what?’ I whispered. I couldn’t believe of all the memories he could come up
with, his happiest was something so simple, so comforting instead of say a
birthday party, favourite gift or a holiday, but I realised now why he relaxed
when I stroked his hair those times he was upset, it reminded him and comforted
him.

‘Until I
started sharing a bed with you. I sleep so well when I’m with you Mia,’ he pulled
me into his arms and kissed my hair again as he held me tightly.

‘What do
you think of when you’re in bed alone?’

‘How much I
miss her. Then I start replaying that day in my head, what if I’d have said or
done something different? She’d never have run after me ... she’d still be here,’
he sighed. I closed my eyes and took an deep breath and willed myself not to
cry. He’d been replaying that day for eleven years, no wonder he didn’t sleep
well and got stressed so easily, my heart just ached for him.

‘You can’t
know what would have happened Gabe. You can’t keep second guessing yourself.’

‘I’ve just
imagined so many versions of that day Mia and each time we didn’t have that
fight and she’d lived and dad would have been happy and I’d have been a big
brother, I just … I just felt so alone after she died. Dad was distraught and
buried himself in work and I hardly saw him. I was left with a long string of
nannies that I did my best to push away, because none of them were her. I
became a real handful so Doug’s mum and dad took me in for a while until dad got
himself together and could cope with me. It was a few years before we had a
good relationship again, but I still rebelled, drinking, fighting, sex with an
endless string of girls, always wanting to feel something, but too afraid to
get attached.’