The Clinch

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Waking up to the sound of the ocean with my body curled inside the curve of Gabriel's, I feel at peace and smile to myself whilst snuggling deeper into his chest and bringing the blanket up more over his shoulder to keep the early morning chill out of his skin.

I bury my face against his arm and giggle when he moves beneath me and bumps the business in his pants against my ass. Oh my is someone excited this morning?

"How long have you been awake?" I murmur down to him as his hand curls around my hip and he brings me back firmer against the ridge in his pants. With a snicker, I swat at his hand and turn around in his arms, watching the smirk twitch at the corners of his mouth as his sleepy eyes open and meet mine.

"For about ten minutes. You were grinding your butt against me in your sleep, no man can sleep through that."

My hand trickles down his front, making sure to tickle each and every dent in his abdominals before I reach the waistband of his board shorts and ping the elastic playfully. "If we do this, I hope you know you're the one who's washing all the sand out of my hair afterwards."

His eyes turn dark with lust in less than the time it takes an Ariel Atom to reach 0 to 60. And suddenly we fall off the couch and I'm pinned beneath him in the damp sand with his hands pinning mine to the floor and his hips bumping against mine. "Deal." And with that he releases my hands and goes to splay my hair out around me on the sand.

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We're stood under a nearby waterfall with a bottle of shower gel between us. I squirt some of the banana scented gel into my palms and work it into a lather before gliding my hands up the front of Gabriel's naked chest and sudsing him up.

"Hmm" he growls, tipping his head back with a cheeky smile as he lets my hands trace leisurely over his body "just a little lower princess and we'll be getting very dirty again."

I chuckle in wicked delight as I rake my nails down over the flat brown disks of his nipples and right down his middle where I stop to teasingly rub suds into his navel. He seethes under my ministrations and sends me a heated look. Just beneath my hands that very male part of him is jut out towards me in invitation, his knowing smirk just begging me to take it in hand.

Instead I turn around and hold out the shower gel for him. "Would you do my hair for me please?"

Gabriel steps up behind me and gives a small laugh whilst rocking his erection against the small of my back and pulling me firmly back against it. "Flip your hair forward." He commands, and quick to comply I arc my back and whip my hair forwards.

"You look so good like this princess. Have I ever told you how much I love your hair? it's so thick and lush." I can feel the extent of his appreciation for my hair in the way he slowly grinds lower and lower until he's situated between my thighs and rocking me over the length if him. My female heat leaking girl juices over his girth.

Seconds later I feel his fingers in my hair and I moan in agonizing pleasure as he massages my scalp. "Gabriel" I moan, brushing my butt back against him "please."

Ignoring me, his fingers continue their assault on my hair and work my hair into a quick lather. Effortlessly he turns me under the stream of the waterfall and washes away all the soap from root to tip, giving my hair a good scrub before gathering it around his fist and bringing me back upright. "Have I told you I love you today?" He murmurs in my ear, his spare hand snaking around my front and strapping me firmly to him.

I sigh in delight and let my hands find his hair from over my shoulders, lovingly caressing his scalp whilst he nuzzles the spot behind my ear. "Nowhere near as many times as you should have. But I'll let it slide just this once; you've been thoroughly distracted today."