Chapter 5

After Gabriela thanks me for being such a lifesaver for about the third time, I turn and take her face in my hands. I feel her arms encircling my waist as I press my lips to hers.

“Trying to shut me up?” She smiles. “It’s true, Angel. I couldn’t do this without you.”

“Anything left to do down here?” I manage to ask, though my throat is so tight that I can barely get the words out. I know what is coming next.

“Staying the night?” Gabriela won’t meet my eyes. Could it be that she’s as nervous as I am?

“If you want me to.”

“Yes, Angel. I’d like that very much.” She takes my hand in hers and leads me to the stairs.

There is a shower again, of course. She complements me on keeping myself groomed, telling me jokingly that it will save time. I laugh, nervously.

Our time in the cramped stall is more subdued this time around. I tell her that I want to please her, the way she does for me, and she guides my hands to where she wants me to touch her.

With the outside touching, she has me use soap. ‘To save time,’ she teases. I save a lot of time with my hands on her shoulders, her arms, and finally her breasts. The soapy suds make it easy to glide over her flesh, too feel her nipples hardening under my palms, and between my fingers.

Gabriela turns to let the cascading water wash away the suds while I turn my attention to her marvelous backside. As I kneed her muscular buttocks in my hands, silently hoping that my ass will look this good when I’m her age, I dip my head to her chest.

Gabriela moans, and hugs me tight to her, as I pull a nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue. I am unsteady on my feet, even though I am the one delivering the pleasure this time instead of receiving. The effect is the same—the blood pounding in my temples, the quickening pace of breath.

I am behind Gabriela now. She has turned and has one hand against the tile wall, fingers splayed. The other hand is on top of mine, guiding me. Her ass grinds against my hips as she reaches to press my hand to her sex. I lean into her, partly to keep my balance, and partly because I want to be as close to her as I possibly can.

She’s moaning my name. “Angel, oh Angel.” A warmth envelopes my finger as she encourages me to part her. I hold the vision in my mind’s eye, her finger riding on top of mine, both being pressed inside her at the same time as she guides me.

Her thighs begin to tremble, just as mine did, as she leads me to the special spot—the place that had my foot pounding on the floor. Gabriela is not quite in such a state, but she is close.

“Mmm, Angel,” she moans. “Put your other hand here. Yes, like that. Oh, yes. Right there.”

Now her foot is pounding. I smile. I don’t have the same level of skill, so I am unable to keep her in a near constant state of ecstasy like she did with me, but I do get to hear her say my name when she goes crashing over the edge. That makes me smile.

“I—I love you,” I whisper. There, I said it.

“I love you too, Angel.”

It didn’t take long until we were standing at the foot of her bed again—still damp, but not dripping. I’m holding her hands, but looking at the floor. I know what I want to ask her, but I’m still having a tough time forming the words. The fact that we have professed our love for each other only moments ago buoys my spirits.

I manage to raise my eyes to the point that the almost meet hers. “The package…”

“It’s a sex toy.” Now that I’ve said it, I’ve lost my nerve, and my gaze returns to the floor.

Gabriela touches her finger to my chin and gently coaxes me to lift my head. “Sounds fun.” She lays a peck on my lips. “Do you want to try it tonight?”

I let out a breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding until now. I quickly nod.

Gabriela apparently senses that I am frozen in place, too worked up to do much else, so she is the one to fetch the package from were it lies. I can’t even bring myself to open it when she asks if I’d like to, so she does that too. My hands are shaking as she rummages around in the packing peanuts to pull the package inside free of the shipping box.

“Oh,” she says. “Looks like a nice one. Which one of us is wearing it tonight?”

“Um. I—I was hoping. Gabriela. Would you…?” There is so much more running around inside my head, but that is all I can manage for the moment. Fortunately, I think she understands.

“It’s okay” she says. She strokes my cheek with her hand. “Have you ever tried one before?”

This is the moment that proves too much for me. It’s not just my hands that are shaking now, my entire frame is trembling. I feel a tear beginning to make it’s way down my cheek, and I have no idea why. This is exactly what I wanted, what I dreamed of.

Gabriela wraps me in her arms. “Oh, Angel,” she says. She never asks me what’s wrong, or why I’m such a mess, she just holds me, waiting patiently for me to tell her—and tell her, I do.

“I’ve never done it before,” I say. “I want to… I can’t think of anyone I’d rather…”

“Come here.” Gabriela climbs up onto the bed and pulls my hand so that I follow. We are curled up on top of the covers, facing each other and she touches her finger to my cheek.

“Is this for you, Angel? Or is it something you feel like you need to do for me? Because you don’t owe me anything, you know.”

“Okay,” she says. “Do you want to talk about it? You seem upset.”

I pause and take a deep breath. “I—I’ve never done it before. I’ve never really been with anyone else.” I feel another tear leaking from my eye, which is not helping.

“Yes. I want you to be my first.”

Gabriela is running her index finger up and down the length of my arm. It’s making me shiver.

“Let’s climb under the covers,” she says, probably thinking I’m shivering from cold.

In our new arrangement, Gabriela is spooning me. I feel warm and safe. I also feel like a bit of a ham, like I’ve completely killed the mood now. I had it all worked out in my mind how things would go tonight, and so far it’s nothing like I planned.

“I love you, you know.” Gabriela’s breath is warm on the back of my neck.

“I love you, too. I have for a long time.” Somehow it’s easier to confess all of this when I don’t have to look her in the eye.

“I thought so.” She sighs and hugs me. I imagine that she is smiling as she does it.

“Do you want to be on top?” she says. “So you can control the pace?”

I shake my head. “I always imagined it would be you on top, that you would be gentle and give me just what I need, but that you would take something from me, too.” I sigh. “Does that make any sense? Any sense at all?”

“Yes.” Her hand is on my shoulder, rubbing gently. “You think about surrendering yourself to me. Trusting me to do what’s right. Is that it?”

“And you’re ready to do that now, Angel?”

“Yes.” She called me Angel.

Gabriela disappears into the bathroom for a while. She says that you can’t just pop the thing out of the box and go at it like rabbits, that there’s preparations to be made first.

When she returns, it’s dangling between her legs, and I am lying on top of the bed on my back. It certainly looks bigger than it did on the web site, but I trust Gabriela when she she says she’ll be gentle.

For a while we just lie there on the bed, with my legs spread to receive Gabriela on top of me, and that thing in between us rather than inside of me. She is propped up on her elbows and offering me sweet kisses as she begins to rock her hips slightly. I feel the toy leaving a slimy trail of lube on the bare skin of my mound every time she shifts her position.

I weave my fingers into her hair and encourage her to accelerate the kisses, and as the kisses come with increasing frequency and passion, so does the motion of her hips. I wrap my legs around her waist for a moment, to pull her in closer—harder against me. It doesn’t take long after that.

“Gabriela,” I heave. “I want you.”

She pushes herself up to rest her weight on her forearms, and arches her back. I feel our skin peel apart where once it seemed glued together. She’s leaning on one only elbow now, reaching down with her other arm to grip the toy that is between us, to guide it where I need it to be.

“Ohhh,” passes over my lips in a shuddering breath.

“Mmm-hmm.” I feel my eyelids fluttering as I smile. I feel stuffed. “How much?”

She looks down. “Not even half.”

She does as she promised, Gabriela fills me slowly, pausing to let me adjust whenever a shuddering breath leaves my mouth. She’s stroking my hair as she looks down upon my face. Her big brown eyes waver just a bit.

I grin. I’ve never felt so full. My heart is pounding in my chest, but I’m not afraid. This woman I’m lying underneath loves me, and that’s all that matters. “I’m ready for more.”

“That’s all of it,” she says. I let out a sigh and Gabriela snickers. “You seem disappointed.”

I crane my neck and pucker my lips to beg a kiss from her. She obliges—with a kiss, and something else, a shifting of the hips. It’s just a little wiggle, but it’s rubbing me so nicely. “Mmm.”

The kisses keep coming and soon the wiggles become gentle thrusts. I arch my back. I want more of her. “Oh, Gabriela,” I cry. This strikes me as funny. It’s started already, I’m calling out her name. I grin a little as she continues moving inside me.

As Gabriela’s thrusts become more determined, my eyelids begin to flutter. Each one is punctuated now with a little grunt, though if that grunt is coming from her or from me, I cannot say for sure. Maybe it’s both of us in unison. I just know that I’m barely conscious of anything other than Gabriela’s thrusts and the things that they’re doing to me.

“Harder, baby,” I cry out. I’ve never called her baby before, but it just seems right at the moment. Everything is just perfect—even the sweat I feel on the back of Gabriela’s neck as I pull her close is perfect, and the look of passionate determination on her face.

I pucker my lips, hoping to steal another kiss. Gabriela’s next thrust hits me like a freight train, and my eyes roll back into my skull instead. There is a constant trembling in my core that is threatening to burst free.

The room is filled with more grunts and moans, the noises of our passion. It smells of sex and sweat. I cup my hands around Gabriela’s ass and dig in with my fingers. I’m so close. “Harder,” I demand.

Somewhere, Gabriela finds the energy. My body begins to shudder. Where once I was conscious of pleasure, there is only an animal-like drive now, an aching for release. I need to—

“Ohhh! Gaahhh!” These words and others spring from my throat as I am writhing and panting. “Fu— Mmm. Yesss!” And finally I collapse, utterly spent.

“Gabriela,” I whisper. She is lying beside me now, still sucking air in great gasps, with our sweat soaked bodies intertwined at the limbs. The toy has long ago left me empty, exiting with a wet slurping sound that would have made me giggle if I had any energy left. “That… That was amazing.”

She touches my cheek and smiles. She says nothing, but her eyes crinkle in the corners and I know. I know she loves me.

“Oh, gawd, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again.” I make my way gingerly back from the bathroom to the bed where Gabriela still lies. I collapse onto the sheets.

She’s looking at me and grinning. “Harder, baby. You remember that? I just gave you want you needed, Angel. No, what you demanded. You were very demanding.”

Now it’s my turn to smile. She doesn’t remind me of the part of the night where I was having my meltdown, only the good times. The hot and sweaty good times. “Thank you.” I touch my lips to hers.