Chapter Sixteen
Lana
By the time mom and dad left the farmhouse I was ready to drop from exhaustion. Gabe helped me up the stairs and into the shower. I stood as he gently sponged me clean, taking care to wash all the dirt of the last two days out of my hair.
The water was warm and soothing on my stiff muscles. I moaned as he massaged my shoulders then placed a delicate kiss at the nape of my neck. As the water cascaded over us, I turned to look up into his beautiful blue eyes. Goosebumps appeared on my flesh and I shivered.
“Are you cold?” He asked, concerned.
“No. You’re just a sight for sore eyes.”
He broke out into a broad grin, which I matched with my own before pulling him towards me and kissing him as if my life depended on it. When we came up for air, he struggled to catch his breath. “I wasn’t sure I would ever get to experience that with you ever again,” he admitted.
I could feel his pain. “It’s safe to say that we’ve both been a little stupid over this whole thing.”
“That we agree on,” he conceded.
“And I think it’s safe to say that we’re now on the same page?”
He suddenly looked unsure. “I…think so?”
I tilted my head back and laughed. “Oh for goodness sake, Gabriel Dawson. Do I need to explain it to you?”
A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe, a little.”
I got down on one knee and looked up at him. He took a sharp intake of breath as I leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock. “Will you marry me?” I asked, planting a kiss along his cock as I enunciated each word.
He stumbled against the wall in the shower and shuddered. “Uh, could you be a little more clear?”
I grinned and took his cock inside my mouth, slowly working it deeper inside and pulling back out again. He shivered violently. Smiling, I slid his cock inside my mouth again and began to swirl my tongue around the head, flicking the tip of my tongue on the glans. I gently took his balls in my hand and massaged them, my finger sliding over to his perineum, gently massaging that sweet, tender spot. He groaned and shuddered as I teased his balls with my fingers, and licked and sucked all the way down the length of his shaft.
It felt so good to have him in my mouth and I hummed in delight as I enveloped his shaft again. He seemed to like the vibrations when I hummed, so I continued to make the noise while moving into a rhythmic pattern, milking his cock with my mouth.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” I mumbled with my mouth full.
He grasped my hair and began to guide my head, and I let him control the pace and depth for a few minutes before I took him as deep as I could, and the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.
As my throat closed and spasmed around him, he grunted loudly, and his eyes almost popped out of his head when I pulled back and looked up at him. I coughed violently and laughed at the same time.
“Well aren’t you talented, Ms. Torres!” He exclaimed, before he grabbed on to the wall of the shower as I dove back in and continued to suck him until he was at the point of no return. Just at that point, I withdrew completely and stood up, entwining my hands with his.
“Was that clear enough?” I licked my lips and grinned at him.
“Crystal, Ms. Torres.”
“Good,” I mouthed, before grasping his cock and stroking it with my hand. He pushed my hand out of the way and pulled me up off the ground and held me up against the shower wall, at waist height. I wrapped my legs around him and felt his rock hard cock probing my entrance. The anticipation of having him inside me again was almost too much to bear.
Once inside me he thrust long and deep. I buried my head in his shoulders and cried out as he rocked us back and forth, my fingernails digging into his back as I urged him to fill me up.
“Yes,” he growled as he carried me through to the bedroom and threw me down on the bed, water dripping from us both.
I tossed my head back and opened my legs. “Come on then, Mr. Dawson. You have your own bit of explaining to do.”
He flipped me over on to all fours and grasped my hips.
“Ouch!” I yelped, as his hand smacked my ass. Ooh, I kind of liked that.
He spanked me again, and I jumped as my flesh burned with the sting of his hand. Then he spanked me again, and again, and I found that after every hit, I was pushing my ass out for more.
“Well, aren’t you quite the kinky little miss,” He chuckled.
“You’re going to have to find out for yourself,” I retorted, before he landed a good and hard one on my ass cheek.
Before I could recover from the sting, he plunged his cock inside my dripping wet pussy and began to fuck me hard. He continued to spank me and I bucked against him, egging him on, willing him to hit harder. I never knew he could be like that and it thrilled me unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
I turned my head round to look at him and he had a determined look of satisfaction on his face. He ran his fingers through my hair and grasped a handful in his hand, pulling my head backwards in position as he fucked me.
The more vicious he became, the more I reacted to him. Before long, I was in a wild frenzy, bucking against him as hard as I could. Then he was on top of me, his weight bearing down, and I grasped hold of his arm and held tight as we found our rhythm.
“Where have you been all my life?” He growled.
“South Dakota!” I quipped, earning another resounding slap on my ass.
Together, we fucked and fucked all over the bed, and on the floor, against the wall, and standing up, before we staggered on to the floor and lay panting, trying to catch our breath.
Finally, Gabe turned and patted my leg, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“It would seem, Ms. Torres, that my father was right.”