The Clinch

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three

It's official. We've got the keys and everything to prove that we are now the proud owners of our own home. One very empty home. It looks like someone came and cleared the place of all of its furniture. There's a freaking echo everytime you walk across the living room, that's how empty it is.

Sitting in the middle of the living room floor with a bowl of ramen noodles each, Gabriel and I sit watching the screen of the tiny TV we've hooked up in front of us with a notepad between us. "Okay, I think a sofa takes top priority on the list." I comment whilst scribbling down 'sofa' as number one on our 'to get' list.

"Hmm..." Gabriel hums his agreement round a mouthful of food. "And a bigger bed. You keep squashing me in the middle of the night."

I lean over and swat his chest. "Not for long. Just two more months and then you can have as much of the bed as you want." Smiling over at him, I give baby face a proud pat before shovelling some more food into my mouth. Wow am I hungry? The baby munchies - I've found out - are not a trimester restricted occurance.

"And where will you be sleeping?"

Squirming up next to him, I pull his arm around my shoulder as I settle between his legs and recline back, inviting his hands to rest on the slope of our pregnancy. "Wherever my baby is."

With a similar whimsical smile on his face, Gabriel tilts my chin towards him and slants his mouth across mine. "Good answer." He murmurs before delving into my lips with sure and gentle pressure. Tingles override my body and I groan into our kiss, my tongue moving out to swipe across his bottom lip, demanding access. At my bold move, Gabriel chuckles and after flipping me over and settling me on his lap, he finally grants me permission to sweep my tongue into his mouth.

Our tongues meet and he nips mine playfully between his teeth when he feels mine winning our duel. I snigger before relenting and letting him take control of the kiss which leaves me in a heated mess. Bad ass, authorative Gabriel is too damn hot to handle.

Feeling the mounting pressure of need in my body, I hoist Gabriel forwards by the shirt front and quickly beginning tugging at the fabric. "Chest. Naked. Now." I demand, my fingers slipping to the bottom of his shirt and venturing upwards when they reach bare, hot skin.

Gabriel doesn't need much encouragement to get into his birthday suit, and after a quick round of wrestling to get the other naked first, I find myself happily reclined beneath him with my arms held above my head by the wrists, a wicked grin teasing the corners of his mouth as he swoops down and purges another sorrowful kiss from me.

"Mmm" I hum as I pull my mouth away from Gabriel's and flutter my eyes open, my lips still tingling and ripe from the intensity of our kisses. And Damn does my lip balm look super cute on him. "You look sexy wearing nothing but my lip gloss."

"You look sexy wearing nothing but my baby."

I tip my head back and release my laugh, Gabriel's chuckles' joining mine before he leans over and trails his mouth up my neck. I keel when he reaches the erogonous zone on my collar bone and he knowingly nuzzles it, nips it and teases it with his love bites whilst my legs curl about his waist, clamping and urging his body towards mine.

When I feel him there, right there, in that one place that my body craves him the most, I tilt my hips up towards his; because baby face is making it really difficult to be comletely connected right now. Gabriel pulls back from my neck and gives me a sardonic grin before rolling his eyes with a shake of the head and tenderly kissing my lips. "I love you, ya know?"

"Yup" I answer knowingly- I've got this man wrapped around my finger "and I love you back" sadly, he's got me wrapped around his finger too.

Well... That's not what his fingers are doing right now. Right now his fingers are deftly working at the lips of my pussy whilst his thumb revolves carefully over that power button at the top of my sex. "Please, more. More, Gabriel, love me, please." I pant, wanting that fullness of him inside me as our bodies grind together, needing to have his body rooted in mine.