I watch in slow motion as his palm presses on my chest as I'm gently pushed down on the floor then he climbs on me and straddles my hip. "What do you want me to do?" He straightens up and starts to unbutton his shirt.
I blink lazily and watch him to unbutton his shirt, shrug it off and drop it beside us on the deck before dropping down on me and bracing himself on his forearm on either side of my head.
"Do you think there will be sparks?" he mumbles, only allowing a slight friction of our mouths, denying me the full-on contact. "Like the first time when I'd touched you?"
"Yes." I know there will be sparks because I'm feeling them already. I gulp down air and close my eyes, waiting for his next move.
I feel him shift on me, his hand goes under my t-shirt, finding my hot flesh of my hips and sliding up my side till my chest before he flattens his palm between my pecs. And there they are. Sparks. Not electricity firing outward, causing us both to jump back in shock, but there's something there, and it's a tingling sensation, shooting inward, ricocheting all over my body, making my head spin, heart boom, and my lips part to gasp.
"You feel it don't you?" His minty breath trickles on my face.
My eyes open and I find him braced on one arm over me, his face hovering close to mine and his piercing red eyes burning brightly as he scans my face.
"I always do, when you touch me." My voice has dropped to a husky whisper, like it normally does when I'm under his spell.
"Good to know that. Now off goes you jeans." He orders softly before reaching down and unfastening my jeans. He slides off my body and draws the jean down as I lift my hips of the floor and then they are gone leaving me bare to the attacking cool air. My body visible shudders. "You won't feel cold anymore." He says as if reading my mind. I lick my lips watching him unfasten his trousers as his penis breaks free, hard and ready, and he makes fast work of rolling them off of him.
"Too much of clothes, Tony. I'm getting depressed." His soft tone has my line of sight diverting up his torso slowly, eventually arriving at a knowing hint of a smile. I'm zinging from head to toe. Registering him, I look down to see my t-shirt crumpled up diagonally on my chest, exposing my stomach.
I sit, slowly remove my T-shirt and swing my eyes to him. "Now?"
"Lie down first. Let my eyes get my thing."
I do and let my back fall as I lie down flat and my body spread on the wooden floor. "Are your eyes happy?" I ask turning my head to the side to see him.
His eyes skate from my face, all the way to my toes and work slowly up my horizontal body again. The lust in his gaze hit me like a shock making my groin twitch harder and I barely manager to hold back the moan. "My cock and my eyes are very much appreciating the view."
I'm squirming under his obvious intent and implication. Gabriel shifts and he is again on my top. "You shouldn't talk like that." I exhale on a breathy gasp as he pushes his hip onto mine and my hands fly up to his shoulder.
"I've been crazy without this" He whispers, ghosting his lips across mine. Fizzles of heat are stabbing at the pit of my ball, working their way up to my twitching shaft and making slick gather in my pucker, and I'm mentally egging him on, wanting him to hurry.
I find my head lifting without thought to capture his lips but he pulls back. He shakes his head slowly to either side, a smile creeping across his face, making him look irresistible and so dangerous it makes my chest contract. "What are you trying to do exactly?" That seems to do something in my mind and makes my head rest back down.
