Let's Not Talk About Tomorow

Jake

"Guess who" A very familiar female voice chirped in my ear as my world suddenly went black. Grinning, I removed her hands and turned around to kiss Gabrielle "Hey, baby"

"Hey, love" I smiled "You look gorgeous"

"You say that every time you see me" She giggled, blushing a pretty pink

"Because it's true, love" I pinched the tip of her nose before returning to my tedious task of unpicking all the tiny plaits in my hair "Will you help me? In fact, don't. My hair needs washing" I pulled a disgusted face. Gabrielle smirked, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Does that mean you'll be having a shower?" She asked suggestively.

"Does that mean you'll be joining me?" I said in an equally suggestive tone

"I want to try something" She mumbled, pressing her face into my chest.

"What is that, love?"

"I, uh, want you to.... um..." She flushed

"Want me to what?" I asked softly

"Finger me" She blurted out "P-please?"

"Sure, Gabs. I'd love to" I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure! I've been wanting you to for ages but I didn't know how to ask and-"

"Say no more" I grinned "The shower is calling"

"I love you"

"I love you more" I kissed her on the nose. "Lets go"

Shyly, Gabrielle undressed in front of me. I had to subtly pinch myself to remind myself not to stare at her. No wonder she looked like a deer caught in headlights. I was probably scaring her off. Instead, I focused on removing my own clothes and turning on the shower. Like a classy gentleman, I took her hand and helped her step into the shower.

"So, do we just-"

"Shhh" I interrupted "Can I wash your hair?"

"Uh, sure" I dolloped a measurable amount of shampoo on my hand and rubbed it through her perfect curls before doing the same for my own hair, except my curls were far from perfect. She stood under the stream of steamy water as she rinsed the suds out of her hair. Again, I did the same. I squirted some body wash on my hands, rubbing it until it started to lather in my hand.

"I know you're insecure, love, so is it okay if I touch you?" I kissed her gently.

"W-where?"

"Well, lets start here" I rested my hands on her shoulders "This okay?" She nodded. I rubbed the body wash over her neck, collarbones and arms. I paused when I reached her chest, she nodded shyly. I dared to move lower, washing her hips and pelvis. Quickly, I rinsed my hand and slipped it between her legs, kissing her neck. I teased her clit with my finger. "You okay?" I nibbled on her earlobe.

"I'm okay" She said shakily "You can do it"

"Tell me to stop if you need to, okay?"

"I will, I promise"

Ever so slowly, I pushed one finger into her all the way up to my knuckle. She cried out, gripping my sides so tight I was sure to have bruises. I winced slightly as her nails dug into me. Immediately, she released me and tried to hold onto the wall instead.

"It's okay, love, you can hold me or scratch me or bite me. I don't mind" I assured "Can I move my finger?" She nodded, her nails digging into my back as she rested her head on my chest. Slowly but steadily, I pumped my finger in and out of her. Her breath was hot against my nipple, I shifted uncomfortably. Despite how tight she was, I soon managed to slip in another finger. Oh god, I could've came untouched from the noises spilling out of her mouth. Which reminded me of my own problem. My cock was practically screaming to be touched, straining against my stomach. I dropped one hand down to my cock, knees buckling at the instant relief.