Page 46 of Forever Yours
“Times were simpler then,” Gabe added. “I miss my phone, but not having to look at it every few minutes is nice. We have a lot of other things to do, even if it’s just being here together.”
Just like the night before, the group broke off, going to their own beds. Tonight, though, as Gabe and Devlin ascended the stairs, Gabe reached out and took Devlin’s hand and she didn’t resist.
Chapter Fifteen
The next morning was almost afternoon by the time Gabe woke. The bright sun shone through the curtains, a stark contrast to the last few days of gloom and storms. He stretched his body and his muscles protested the movement, but he persisted, his body more relaxed after.
He reached out to where Devlin should be sleeping and touched only an empty space. He sat up in bed as he heard running water in the bathroom. Throwing on a pair of boxers, he made his way to the bathroom door and when he gave a light knock, a muffled “come in” sounded from inside.
He opened the door and was pleased to find Devlin at the sink wrapped in a towel that reached the top of her thighs. She was brushing her teeth and stopped at the sight of him, finished, then flashed him a smile.
“Well good morning,” she said as he came up to her, kissing her.
“Did you know it’s almost afternoon?” Gabe asked as he started his own routine, not surprised in the least at how comfortable he was with Devlin’s presence. In one short day he could already picture himself waking up with her on a much more permanent basis.
“I’m glad. After yesterday you needed your rest.”
He grabbed a bottle of shaving cream and started lathering it on his face. “You did put me through a lot, both afternoon and last night.”
Devlin punched his bare shoulder. “You know what I mean—all the time you spent outside removing the snow.”
He grinned. “I only want to remember the glorious removal of other things.”
She cocked her head as she looked him over, then picked up the razor off the counter. “May I?” she asked. “I’ve never shaved anyone before, and I’ve always wanted to try it.”
Surprise washed over Gabe. “I’ve never been shaved, but if you want to, go ahead.”
He put his hands on Devlin’s waist and helped her to sit on the large counter, parting her knees so he could get close enough to her. He swallowed hard, arousal shooting through him at their intimate position. He stood statue still while she ran the razor over his face. He needed to move, though, needed to be connected with her body, so he braced his hands on her bare thighs, this touch apparently causing her only momentary lapse of concentration. She made adorable little huffs of breath as she focused, running the blade under a stream of water before continuing after each stroke. Occasionally her tongue would dart out to wet her lips and he stared, mesmerized by that little action.
With each stroke he became harder, as if the blade running over his face was her hands running over his cock. By the time she was wiping a cool washcloth over his face, he was readier than he’d been the last few days. He couldn’t explain why this simple act was such a turn on and his mind drifted back to the thought he’d had earlier about how comfortable he was with her, that this small act of domesticity was changing him in a way he felt he was ready for, putting him on the path he needed to be on. As this realization hit him she finished and looked into his eyes with a satisfied smile.
“All done.”
He cradled her face and led her mouth to his, hoping his kiss would convey everything he couldn’t say right now. As she reached her arms around him, her towel loosened and fell off, baring her to him.
He broke off the kiss and took in the vision of her, running his hands over her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She hissed and opened her legs wider, pushing his boxers down and trying to guide him into her. He almost exploded from the contact, but he wanted something else from her this time.
“Do you remember— Fuck, was it only two days ago, that I heard you masturbating in your room?”
Her flush rose from her chest to her cheeks, and he was pleased that he could get this reaction out of her even after everything they’d done.
One of her hands drifted toward her center as she replied, “I can’t forget that.”
“Will you do it for me now?”
A sharp intake of breath was her only reply. He watched as she lifted one foot to the counter then touched herself.
“This is one of the hottest things I’ve seen,” he stated.
After a few moments, she reached out and took him with her other hand, up and down. “Oh fuck, I take it back. This is way hotter,” he stuttered out. He thrust his cock into her hand. “Do it like you did that morning,” he commanded. She released him and he couldn’t help himself, taking hold of his cock and stroking as he watched her.
Her tentative smile grew more confident as she watched his own ministrations, sliding a finger into her vagina then running it through her slit. He growled, low in his throat as she repeated the motion with two fingers, this time taking her time at her clit, her two fingers caressing around and over until she was rocking her hips.
He watched the display in front of him, entranced by the singular focus she was now paying to her clit. He stroked himself hard, his eyes meeting hers before looking back down to her actions. His cock must have known when she was getting close to orgasm and he slowed, wanting to enjoy the look of pleasure on her face when she made herself come. She apparently did not like this slowing, as she hooked her legs around his waist in a tight grip.
“Come, now,” she demanded, and his movements became jerky and erratic as he let his orgasm build until he came on her. She dragged her finger through his cum and used it to swirl around her clit, her head knocking against the mirror as she pulsated with her own release.
Her legs went slack around his waist, dangling over the side of the counter. He braced his hands on either side of her and kissed her on the lips, smiling at the almost chaste contact after their mutual masturbation.