Gary and Libby - Take Two

Chapter Fifty Three

Garys lips find mine and move hungrily, leaving no room for oxygen. This kiss was not gentle, it was neither sweet nor tender. Instead, it was hot, flush with burning desire and an urgency that was all too familiar, yet, at the same time, this kiss was not bereft of love, or passion, in fact, as Gary's lips move over my own, tongue taunting my bottom lip away from my top, it tastes of a kiss of almost too much love, too much passion. The kind of kiss that, as always with this man, leaves me weak at the knees.

And then his hands are everywhere, restlessly flexing and groping at whatever piece of flesh happens to be under his palm at the very moment. With little will to succeed, i brace my hands against his still damp shoulders, feeling the burn of his skin against my own because he always has the water that little bit too hot.

"Gary-" I pry my lips from his just long enough to croak his name when the backs of my knees hit the bed.

"Ssh." Garys lips are at the corner of my mouth, hot, wet, open mouthed kisses along my jaw, then down; down along my neck and i yelp when i feel the small nip of his teeth where my neck meets my clavicle.

"Gary stop!" My fingers curl around the back of his neck, catching the water droplets that still seep from his hair. But the only response i extract from him is a smooth chuckle, so low in pitch that it is almost sinister.

"Lie down." He lifts his head, kissing my chin once before he straightens. And now i can feel his erection, hot, ready and trapped between our bodies. I smile, dropping back onto the bed, leaving my knees bend at the edge, feet still on the floor. Gary goes to follow, but with my palms placed flat against his abdomen, i halt him, smiling shyly as i watch the fleeting realisation flicker across his face.

"If you do that-" Garys breath catches in his throat when my fingers encircle his hips, urging him closer still. "-This isnt going to last."

I shrug, the thrill of watching him come undone at the mercy of my actions now too much of an incentive to stop. Licking my lips once, i lean forward, taking Garys tip into my mouth and sucking slowly, just enough to elicit the gentle hiss of air through clenched teeth as Garys fingers cart, with little effort, into my hair.

I up my game, flexing my fingernails against the flesh of hips and earning a small cry with an involuntary thrust of his hips. Its a game, and one i always win. He'll tell me to stop, but never make me, and we all know that he could do so with ease if he really needed too, and in the meantime, i can continue my gentle assault with my lips around his erection.

"Libby." Garys voice is hoarse when i take him deeper, but not deep enough to state the uncomfortable desire that causes his fingers to flex at my roots, pulling and tugging, or squeeze the base of my neck in a vice grip. Flicking my tongue across his tip, once, twice, running in circles, i smile when i catch a glimpse of Garys face. Eyes screwed shut, head back and bottom lip clamped by his teeth in a vain attempt, i suspect, to maintain composure. "Why-" He chokes, then swallows. "Why have you always been so good at this?!"

I pull away and smile, my lips barely touching the wet tip that, when i speak, finds itself obstruent of the path of my hot breath. "Practise?"

Gary growls. A low, deep rumble, and before i have chance to resume my task, im hauled backwards, bouncing into the mountain of cushions at the head of our bed, with Gary, between my legs. "Enough." He breathes. "Enough teasing now." One long fingered hand moves the fallen strands of hair from my face, while the other finds the seam where my arse meets my thighs, and pulls at the flesh there, his new found hot wire to my groin. I groan. He smiles.

"I cant believe you didnt tell me about this." His groping hands both move underneath me, squeezing at the thick flesh. I groan again.

"I thought you knew.." Closing my eyes for a moment, i relish the feeling of his hands over me, seeking, taking, worshipping. And when i open them, i am met with the most dazzling pair of green eyes, paired with the broadest smile ive seen all day. "Alright!" I admonish, shuffling on the bed until i am directly underneath his body. "There is no need to look like a kid at Christmas about it!"

Gary shakes his head, bending to kiss my neck once more, the grin still threatening to split his face in two. "Its my new favourite toy."

And when he squeezes again, i only just manage to swallow the moan.

"Now..." Gary smiles, kissing the dimple at the top of my cleavage as his hands work to pry my legs further apart, his tip resting at my entrance. I squirm, desperate for more and curing myself fro playing that game with him earlier.

"Please." I encourage, and now its me with their eyes screwed shut, bottom lip clamped by my teeth and fingernails raking at Garys shoulder. "Please. You said enough teasing." Wrapping my thighs around Garys waist, urging him on, i gasp at taunting of his erection, hot and raging just between my legs, but somehow to far away.

"Im not sure you deserve it.." Gary smiles his playful smile and drops his neck to nip my earlobe with his teeth.

"Gary!" What was intentionally a plea, becomes a cry of delirium as Gary, with one quick thrust of his hips, fills me. His hands under my ass giving him a new depth, and as he begins to move, all i can do is hold on. Clawing desperately at his neck, back, between his shoulder blades as i tighten the vice grip of my own thighs around his hips. Gary grunts something inaudible, but i barely register it myself. I am awash with pleasure, drowning in the sensation of Gary over me, under me, inside me. This, i realise, is something that i will never be stated of. This need to have him like this, is not something that will ever fade.

Garys pace increases, and our hips clash in abandon of all things good and proper, chasing the orgasm that taunts the muscles clenching deliciously under his assault.

"God!" Is all i manage to garble as my thighs clench first, my fingers scraping now at Garys shoulders so much so that i know he'll be wanting me to put Vaseline on them in the morning to soothe the sting. But at this moment, the morning is the furthest thing from my mind.

"Come on Lib." Gary urges, lips at my neck, hot and wet. "I need this. Come on!"

And i let go. As i always do. Spiralling head first into a burst of colour, my body tensing and trembling and pulling Gary with me as i tumble without restraint into an earth shattering climax. But Gary continues to move, mercilessly, chasing his gruffs and grunts and occasional curses as he releases himself inside of me until neither of us have anything left to give.

We collapse. Bone tired and, for now, fully stated, lying the the rumpled mess of sex sheets and shower steam.

"Jesus.." I gasp, with the little breath i have managed to catch.

Gary rolls onto his back, pulling me with him with one arm and tucking me into his body. "Gary babe, not Jesus."

"Oh stop it." My giggle is breathy as i slap is chest lethargically with my left palm. "...These sheets are a mess."

"Oh leave 'em." Gary smiles, the tips of his fingers finding the dimples at the small of my back and circling slowly. "We'll do it in the morning. All i want right now, is proper, post-fucking-amazing-sex sleep with my wife."

"Fucking amazing, huh?" I smile, dozing out of conscienceness with my head on his chest.

Garys lips kiss my temple. "Sleep. I love you."

And right on cue, the baby monitor crackles into life, with a brief second spared before Ethan's piercing wail is emitted into the room. I smile at the irony and roll over onto