A Week's Worth Of Love - Monday

Yesterday had been blinding and as she laid down in the bed today, she wondered how crazier it could get.

Because it would. Undoubtedly.

“You good?” Gabe asked from beside her.

“Yeah.”

“What you thinking about then?”

“Just wondering about things.”

He turned on his side so he could face her, their faces leveled. “Tell me.”

“Well,” she began shyly, “yesterday was nice.”

“It was nice for me, too.” And he wasn't lying. He had been fantasizing about being with her for a while, and it had been way better than his fantasy.

“I was wondering about today again.”

He kissed her mouth. “I'll try my best, you insatiable wench.”

She giggled and held him closer to her.

There was more to sex than what happened yesterday, she knew. There were more ways to enjoy it and she wanted to explore those ways.

She found she was excited. She looked at him.

“What are we going to do today?”

He groaned, pretending to be in pain. “You'll run me ragged, I'm sure.”

She giggled again.

He turned to her and siad, “What do you want us to do?”

Shyness overcame her again. “Different stuffs. You're the expert here so I'll leave it to you.”

He shook his head. “This is about you, Jaz. All about you.”

Silence.

“You need to learn how to ask, baby.” He looked at her eyes. “The week is for you.”

“I don't know what to ask.”

“That doesn't sound right. The Jaz I know has done about a million researches on whatever she's doing.” He raised an eyebrow. “You have done some researches.”

“Well, that's the thing. Theoretically, I have. Practically, I haven't.”

He rolled over so his face was buried between her breasts. “Alright. I'm at your mercy.”

Her voice was tentative as she said, “Okay. You can do stuffs that you think I'll like. I trust you.”

And I'll never take that trust for granted, he thought, but didn't say it out loud.

“What are your fantasies, Jaz?” he asked, causing her heart to do a back flip. He'd had taken a jotter and a pen — writing things down made things easier for her to process, he knew. “I sure as hell have mine — and I act on it. So help me know yours, love.”

She swallowed. “Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.”

He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?”

“I'm willing to explore.”

Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.”

“Yeah.”

“So what exactly did that talkative tell you?”

“Nothing much. How did he find out?”

Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.”

Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”

He glanced at her, then away. “Wanna give it a try?”

“Maybe.”

“You sure? You don't need to force yourself to try anything. I'm at your mercy whenever, wherever.”

“I want to. May we?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Don't you have the necessary stuffs needed?”

“No.” his reply came out sharply. He apologized. “I do, but I think it's better if I get you yours.” The thought of using what he'd used on different other girls on her did not sit well with him. He kissed her shoulder. “I'll get something for you.”

“Okay.” She craddled his head against her, something she realized she did more and more when they were together. It made her feel like he belonged to her, someone off-limits to other women.

“You still feel like taking a shower?” His voice was muffled against her skin.

“Huh - uh.”

He got of the bed and picked her up to the bathroom. She stripped and he took her clothes back to the bedroom, by the time he came back, he was nude.

Gabriel turned on the shower and stepped into the tub with her.

“You want to take a shower too?” She asked foolishly.

“Yes, I want to.”

He dipped his neck and sucked at her neck delicately, his fingers simultaneously probbing her underneath, very gently, very slowly.

She moaned, her neck arched against the wall, her hands gripping his arms.

She was all wet and slippery and Gabriel find that he could not wait any longer to be inside her.

“How comfortable would it be if I raised your leg on my shoulder? ”

Her voice was barely a whisper. “Very comfortable. I'm very flexible, remember.”

Silently, he blessed the exercise routine she went through every morning and kissed her mouth. Easily, she placed her leg on his shoulder and moaned when he slid into her.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” She quivered in response.

As he fucked her slowly, his mouth roamed over her face with kisses.

She gasped, panted, moaned as her vagina squeeze tight around him, milking him, it seemed, and he slowly pulled out and glid back in.

“Oh, God, Gabe,” she moaned out loud, gripping his shoulder hard, her finger nails digging into his skin. Weak, her hands soon slid off his body and she arched her back. He pulled her closer.

“Hands around me.”

Still boneless, she did as told.

Gabe picked her up, her legs round his waist.

She screamed as the position heightened the pleasure.

Gabe watched her face, the burst of emotions on it as he worked in and out. The pleasure on her face made him feel like this was the best thing he had ever done in his life. It made him feel like never stopping and he knew he would gladly spend the

rest of his life pleasuring her if she wanted.

Jazmine's eyes popped open when he paused and seized one of her nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue over it.

“Stop!”

He brought his head up.

“I don't want to - to —” She looked away, unable to finish her sentence.

Deliberately, he made a thrust into her with his cock.

She hissed.

“You don't want to what?” he asked and slipped the nipple back into his mouth again.

Her fingers dug.

He knew what she was so hesitant to say. It was that she didn't want to cum. She considered it a mess.

A mess, for holy sake.

He had learnt that yesterday was her second time of having an orgasm. SECOND TIME, somebody.

Granted, it was harder to make some women orgasm more than the others, but still. If you listened to your woman's body enough, you could make her cum, whether she thought it a mess or not. Her ex needed to be examined, mentally and sexually. There must be something wrong with the idiot.

He sucked harder on the nipple and manage to mutter, “Let go, Jaz.”

But in a bid to not let go, she clenched her pussy walls and it held his penis in a even stronger grip.

“Shit!” The sensation made him bite down on her nipple and she moaned loudly.

“Cum for me,” he ordered and managed to keep his eyes open to watch her face as the orgasm flooded through her and streamed down on his cock.