“You know, I think I’m getting old. I can’t wear these heels for too long anymore.” I heard her sigh as she kicked off her shoes, one bounced across the wooden floor and she laughed.
“If you check in the closet, I’m sure you’ll find a brand new pair of slippers that my mother bought me for Christmas one time.”
I heard the doors opening. “You have! How lovely of her, Alex,” she called.
I frowned and smiled as I poured her wine, and then peeked into the bags. I grabbed a couple of plates, some chopsticks and emptied the paper bag of its little plastic dishes. When Gabriella returned, I had to laugh. She wore one of my t-shirts, a pair of my shorts rolled over at the top and the bluegranddadslippers.
“You look sexy until I get to your feet,” I said, chuckling.
“Comfort today, my darling.”
“You should leave some clothes here,” I offered, not really thinking of the enormity of that statement.
“That’s just one step under moving in, Alex, are you sure? I mean, I’d hate to rush you,” she teased, winking at me. I gave her a fake laugh in response. Then genuinely laughed.
“I’ll make some space, it seems silly you staying over then having to rush home to change,” I said.
We sat and ate, and I thought on what I’d said. Small steps, that’s what I needed. Just small steps to allow my head to catch up with my heart.
When we were done eating, we sat on the sofa and watched a movie, something I confessed to not having done for many years. It was nice just having her wrapped in my arms even though she fidgeted way too much.
“Will you keep still?” I said, sighing out the words in exasperation.
“I’m trying, your sofa isn’t very comfortable,” she moaned.
I admitted to not having sat on it much. If I did sit in the living room, it was on one of the chairs.
“Who decorated your apartment?” she asked, shuffling to a sitting position and looking around.
“I moved into it like this. The furniture came with it, it was the show apartment I guess.”
“Ah, so that will be the reason it’s so…sterile. You don’t even have photographs of your family.”
I looked around and, for the first time, I got what she meant. The walls were a light grey, the wooden floor was highly polished. Grey and black furniture was placed very strategically, and I don’t think I’d even moved anything to see if it suited a better position.
“I bet they didn’t have a woman to design the interior,” she mumbled, and then looked at me. “Am I being terribly rude?”
“Not really. I can see your point. I never thought about it. I wasn’t home enough to worry about pictures on the wall or coloured rugs.” I laughed as I spoke. “Maybe we can go furniture shopping together.”
She sat up. “Whoa there, Mister. That’s another half step toward aproperrelationship. First you want me to leave some clothes, now you want me to help you pick out a new couch?” She reached forward to place her hand on my forehead. “Alex, are you well? Or has someone kidnappedmyAlex and replaced him with one who isn’t relationship phobic?” She laughed and I joined in, until I had an idea.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her forwards. She fell onto my lap. I grabbed her arse and hauled her up the sofa, so she was fully over my knees. She wriggled and laughed as I lowered the shorts. She had no panties on, and that pleased me. I spanked her arse and her wriggling and laughing stopped. She stretched out her arms and held on to the edge of the sofa. I ran my fingers over her pinked flesh, circling, and teasing.
“Is this the Alex that you like?” I whispered and spanked her again.
“Yes,” she replied, breathily. She parted her legs as far as the pushed down shorts would allow.
“Am I relationship phobic?” I asked, it was a question that I genuinely wanted her to answer.
“Yes,” she said.
I watched her hands grip the edge of the sofa. My palm glanced off her arse cheek and she moaned.
Was I?I asked myself silently.
I didn’t come up with an answer. Instead, I ran my fingers over her opening, feeling her wetness and heat. I dragged that wetness up, coating her arsehole, a place I liked to visit, and one I was sure she enjoyed as well. She tensed a little and I heard her take in a breath. She nodded. As I pushed my finger in, she let out that breath slowly, moaning at the same time. My rigid cock strained against my jeans and became painful. I reached down to undo the button and zip, giving myself some relief from the pressure. Gabriella raised her arse in the air, and I freed my cock from its confines. When she rested back down, her skin against my cock gave the same effect as her hand. She wriggled slowly back and forth, and it was as if her body was pleasuring me. I removed my finger and using my other hand, I teased her clitoris. I probed and stroked, feeling her wetness and tightness.
“Turn over,” I whispered. She rolled on my lap until she was lying on her back.
