The Bodyguard

Chapter 28 - A Step Further

I don’t hear from Jason again all week and I’m glad. One thing I’m not glad about is that I’ve hardly heard from Gabriel. He’s text me daily and sent sweet messages but no info about where he is or what he’s doing and only once or twice a day, which is unusual. I’m worried he’s not as keen on me anymore.

I keep checking my phone at work on Saturday to see if he’s messaged and the weekend trip is still on. Finally an hour before my shift ends he texts to say he’s running late so will pick me up from home after lunch.

I’m disappointed if I’m honest. Ok, so at least Sandy won’t have something to question me with if she doesn’t see him, but I miss him so much and that extra hour feels like a day. I’m also worried that he’s less excited to see me than I am to see him.

I head home, shower, dress and pack. I pick at a mushroom omelette I made myself. It’s affecting my appetite now, maybe I do have it bad.

The doorbell goes and I open the door to the biggest smile, the most amazing eyes and the warmest greeting. My heart flutters and I forget my worries.

“I missed you so much this week beautiful,” he tells me and my panic dissolves in an instant.

“Me too!”

“I got held up with some really urgent work and I wanted it done so I can focus on you for the next two days. You deserve nothing less than my undivided attention.”

Well when he puts it like that.

I grab my bag and head out. Amy isn’t home, I think she’s out with Dex so I don’t feel the need to say goodbye to anyone.

In the car he asks me about my week and I talk about my lectures and my painting that isn’t going well. He tells me work was tough and totally consuming. He gives no details about the job, maybe it’s confidential. I don’t pry.

We arrive at the cottage mid afternoon and he shows me to his room to unpack. He tells me he likes my clothes in his closet and wants to buy me things I can keep there. I’m not so sure, that’s a big step! We’ve been dating almost a month now, but that’s pretty quick to be having things at his house.

I finish hanging my clothes and he comes upstairs with an ice cold glass of white wine.

“Would you like to sit outside and drink this? It’s lovely out there and the sun is warm.”

“That sounds perfect,” I reply smiling, it really does sound like heaven.

He leads me outside to the huge garden which has a beautiful sofa with thick grey cushions and a round table topped with glass.

I sit down and snuggle into him, he’s holding me close, but I’m disappointed I haven’t had one of his heart racing kisses yet.

I look up at him and he seems to read my mind because he moves closer and kisses me passionately. He strokes my face and my hair and then his hands start to wander. He strokes around my waist and up my back making me shiver even in the warm sun. He pulls away from the kiss and start to nibble on my neck which tickles, but in a good way and I can't help giggling.

I grab his shoulders and the muscles in his arms, they are so solid and they set a trail of fire through my body, I want to get him out of his clothes. Things are heating up pretty quickly.

He pulls away from me and stands up then scoops me from the sofa with an arm around my back and another under my legs and he carries me silently into the cottage and up the stairs.  He acts like I weigh nothing at all.

The anticipation and excitement is really building now and I have a feeling what he has in store for me is going to be good. I look at him, but he’s focused on carrying me. He half throws me onto the bed and I laugh, he has a look on his face like he means business and I know I’m going to be sore after this. I don’t mind though, it’s what I want.

He strips me of my clothing slowly, his eyes on mine the whole time. It’s so seductive and it’s really turning me on, I can feel my heart racing and I'm breathing heavily. When the only item remaining is my panties, he walks to his closet and he returns with a silk scarf and a tie. In silence he uses the tie to bind my wrists together and then around the slats in the headboard so I can’t move. He wraps the silk scarf across my eyes and ties it as I close my eyes against the soft material. Everything is pitch black and all I can hear is my ever quickening breath.

"You look so f*****g sexy right now, if at any point you aren't enjoying this just say and I'll stop," I hear him whisper huskily as his breath tingles my cheek.

I feel his lips soft on mine, then on my neck, all down my chest and then the swirling of his tongue on my n****e making me inhale sharply. He sucks and licks each one until they are solid and sensitive and my mouth opens involuntarily.

He kisses all down my body, making me squirm as he kisses around my waist and hips. He’s completely covering me in kisses, all down my legs and back up my inner thighs making me writhe on the bed.

I can feel the wetness between my legs and I know I’m very aroused.  I ache for him to be inside me, I’ve never had s*x like this before, but it’s really exciting me. Not being able to see has heightened every other sense and not being in control means I don’t need to worry as much about not pleasing him. I just let him do what he does best and allow myself to enjoy it.

He strokes my feet which makes my back arch, who knew feet were that sensitive? Either I now like having my feet touched or I’m just so aroused he could touch my nose and it’d get me off.

He finally touches me through my panties and he moans in approval at my wetness. He slides the wet material down my thighs and I hear them land on the floor.

I feel my legs being pressed open and then his tongue pushing inside me, tasting me.

“Mmm, you taste so good beautiful,” he tells me and I feel my cheeks burning.

I feel the bed move as he adjusts his position. I can hear him removing his clothes, he’s moving fast and before long he’s back between my legs stroking my thighs.

He rubs the head of his c**k in my wetness teasing me before gradually sliding into me. He lifts my legs one at at time and wraps them around his waist.

I feel his breath on my cheek again and he whispers in my ear, “hold on tight baby, I’m going to f**k you so hard. I want to hear you scream and come on my c**k. Are you ready?”

I am shocked by his filthy words, but aching in anticipation and I just want him to move so I nod. He starts to move slowly at first, but soon picks up a pace and before long he’s ramming into me hard and it’s so intense. I’m gripping onto the tie for my life and I’ve totally lost control of my body. It’s writhing all over the bed as he hits me hard and deep over and over and over again. He’s like a machine and I feel like I can’t take it and I should ask him to slow down, but I don’t. The only sounds coming out of my mouth are hisses and moans, I’m shocked at the loud, pornographic noises I’m making. I’m not a loud person in bed usually, but I can’t control these sounds, they are involuntarily escaping from my lips with every deep thrust he makes.

I feel my orgasm building and with it builds the writhing and the noises. I’m totally lost in what we’re doing and I know no one can here me out here so I let go.

“Come for me baby, give in to it and let me feel you,” his voice rumbles from deep inside. I can hear how turned on he is.

I hear the bed slamming into the wall with the force of him pushing into me. It’s all so raw and all inhibitions have disappeared.

He suddenly grabs my legs and pushes them in the air and more open, holding my ankles as leverage. The position is very exposing and I’m completely at his mercy now. It opens me up and he gets deeper still, I can feel him hitting my cervix with every thrust and I’m losing my sanity. I scream and moan and cry out as he pounds me hard, I’m right on the edge now.

I can hear him growl and moan now and I know he’s close too. The building feeling inside me is too much now and I know another couple of thrusts and it’ll be over for me.

“Oh oh, I’m coming!” I yell in a voice I don’t recognise and let go as he sends me over the edge and my whole body convulses with pleasure. I feel my head go back and my mouth open and I have forgotten how to breathe as I’m totally lost in the feeling. I’m not too lost though to notice Gabriel’s release, I feel him come inside me hard and noisily.

“Oh baby, you are amazing,” he tells me breathlessly. “You are tougher than you look beautiful, you take everything I give you and the sounds you were making were driving me wild. I just love watching you come, your face and the way your body moves. You are just perfect and all mine.”

He gently removes the silk scarf and unties my wrists, like I'm the most delicate thing in the world.  The contrast in the way he's handling me now compared to just a few minutes ago is stark. I’m a little sore, but so satisfied and proud of myself that I was able to be strong enough to handle it all without wimping out.

I’m learning things about myself all the time, like who knew I was capable of making noises like that and enjoying rough s*x. Who knew I would like it like that?  I'm shocked at myself.