Immaculate

Kissing with hands - Gabriel

Part Ninety-Four

Gabriel's POV

Kissing with our hands. I liked it. I liked it a lot. It was almost as good as really kissing her. But not quite. I loved the feel of her under my fingertips, she was so soft and warm, but it just made me want to kiss her even more. To get my mouth where my fingers were, to lick across her lips, her eyebrows, her jawline.

I trailed my fingertips down her throat and heard her moan. She made the most amazing noises. We were laid out on the sofa, hands on each others faces and I was fast losing the control I had over my mouth. I wanted to taste her so bad, to drag the stud in my tongue over her tongue. People thought it was merely aesthetic, but they were wrong. It might be for some people, but not me. I liked my pierced ears and I liked my rings, but my tongue? This was different. As a team we had worked with Axel's team quite a few times and I always got on well with them. One job I had spent some time with Raven and I asked him about his piercings, he gave me a rundown on what he had and why. He explained the pleasure that peircings not only gave the lady, but gave him too. I had been interested and decided that at some point in the future I wanted to get my tongue pierced. It was just something I would get done along the way. And then Sang had bounced into our lives and my heart and I knew that I just had to get the piercing. I had practically begged Dr Green and Mr Blackbourne on bended knee, I even got Raven to tell them it would be fine. But of course, we have a doctor on our team, and said doctor was fanatical about our health and welfare. I loved him for it, we had the best team, I knew that. But it had taken ages and lots of research before he finally budged and agreed. He laid the rules though and I would not go against those rules, I respected him too much, and I loved him like a brother. Which was why I had to stop this hand kissing.

"Sang, Trouble, we need.... holy fucking shit!" Every thought just flew out of my head. Her hands which had been feeling fantastic kissing my lips were now trailing down over my stomach and up under my t-shirt, skating across my collar bone. Fuck, if her fingers felt this good what would her mouth feel like.

"Trouble, bury your head in my neck and don't bring your mouth anywhere near mine," I husked, dragging my fingertips down her arms and onto her side.

She moaned again, I felt her mouth fasten to the side of my neck and she bit lightly. It shot straight to my groin, I had been semi hard from just being close to her, but now? Now I was standing to rigid attention. I remembered how close I had got to touching her in the back of Victor's car, I'd had a few vivid dreams about that evening, but in my dreams I hadn't stopped and I had no intentions of stopping today unless she stopped me.

"Trouble, Sang, I want to touch you. I want to touch you so badly," I murmured into her ear, just resisting the urge to stick my tongue out and trace the edge.

She made a mewing noise, one hand clutched in my hair, the others dancing over the ridges of my abs, leaving trails of fire across my skin.

"Sang, tell me I can touch you, or tell me to stop," I was gripping her hip tightly.

"Touch me, Gabriel, please," she murmured and her tongue found my ear. I bucked, grunting at the effect her words and tongue had on me.

"My fucking pleasure," I moaned, pushing my hand up her shirt to completely cover her breast.

I was a fucking genius; I had told her to wear a t-shirt and a loose skirt today as I didn't want any of her other clothes getting mucked up with glue and sparkles from decorating Nathan's house. I would have managed jeans, but this way I could just...

"Meanie, we're on Mr Blackbourne's sofa," she suddenly whispered and I realised she had a point. I moved swiftly and she was on her back on the carpet, her face was flushed, her eyes shining with desire, her lips parted; it made me ache to just drop my head to hers and kiss her gently, softly, part her lips with my tongue and stroke inside her mouth. My head was dropping and her mouth was parting before sense kicked back in; I dropped my head to her shoulder, groaning deeply.