Immaculate

Misunderstanding

Part 116

Sang's POV

He lifted me easily until I was straddling him, but he didn't break the kiss.

"Sang, I love you," he murmured against my lips. I lifted my head and looked down at him.

"I love you too, Gabriel," I used his proper name and slid my hands into his hair.

"Sang, you know what we did when we were decorating Mr B's house for Christmas? In his snug?"

I felt a blush cover my cheeks as I remembered.

"Yes, I remember," I whispered, his hands were on my hips, but I could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the lack of self confidence that I knew was in him, but looked so wrong.

"I want to do that with you again," he murmured. "Here, now, but in your bedroom. I promise you that I won't go too far with you, I just want to touch you, Sang. I love you so much and sometimes you drive me insane, I can't get enough of you."

I leant down and kissed him, catching his cheeks in my hands.

"Can I touch you, please?" he asked me as I kissed over his jawline towards his ear. His hands were tight on my hips, his whole body rigid and I realised he was bracing himself for rejection. I placed my mouth by his ear and whispered yes. He seemed to slump and then he was all Gabriel again as he got to his feet, taking me with him.

"Fucking yes!" He lifted me easily into his arms and then he was making his way out of the room and up the stairs, making me giggle.

"I fucking love you," he announced loudly as he shut my bedroom door with his foot and then I reached over and clicked the lock.

"I love you t.." my words ended on a squeal as he dropped me onto the bed and then followed me. He lay beside me, on his stomach, his head propped up with his hands as he looked down at me. I turned onto my side slightly to look at him.

"My alarm went off yesterday," he said and I was confused at first, until I remembered he'd had two alarms set on his phone. One was for being able to kiss me, but I couldn't remember what the other one was for, other than that it was set for a couple of weeks after.

He saw my confusion and grinned at me, but then his grin dropped and he became deadly serious as he stared at me.

"Stop me if you don't like it," he said. "I mean it, Sang, just tell me to fuck off, and I will. I don't ever want to do something you don't like. Anytime, not just here either, y'know, when we're intimate; but anytime, if I get too much for you, or I'm too bossy for you, just tell me."

"Gabriel, you would never be too much for me, ever," I told him and reached up to kiss him. It was like I had opened the floor gates, he was on me, kissing me so possessively that I groaned deep in my throat. He raised himself onto his knees and his hands went to my waist as his tongue moved against mine. I loved the feel of that steel ball moving on my tongue and I knew that sucking on it didn't hurt him, but made him feel good. His mouth moved to my neck and I could feel the scrape of his stubble against my skin, it sensitised me in a way that made me shiver. His hands were all over my stomach, moving and shifting, tracing patterns as he inched higher towards my breasts, leaving trails of fire that made me squirm beneath him. I fisted at his t-shirt and he lifted himself away from me and dragged it over his head and threw it to one side. I moved my hands to the buttons on my blouse and make short work of them, my eyes not leaving his.

"I love you," he repeated it over and over as he dragged the blouse from my skin and then he was unhooking my bra and it joined the pile of clothes on the floor.