Predestined Hearts
Arms wrapped around me and I leaned back into Gael’s chest. “What are you doing out here, sweetheart?”
Contentedly, I sighed. “Just thinking what an unbelievable couple of months it’s been. Even through the worst of times, we made it through it. I was also thinking about something else.”
Piqued by my cliffy sentence, Gael turned me around. I took the last sip of my wine. “What else were you thinking?”
Setting the glass on the railing, I put my arms around his neck. I gave him a kiss on the lips. “I was thinking that I don’t want to use a condom anymore.”
Gael’s eyes lit up. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Unwrapping my arms from around his neck, Gael grabbed my wineglass from the railing, then took one of my hands in his. Pulling me through the house, he deposited the glass in the sink.
He called out. “Mom, Dad, we are heading out. I remembered something. We’ll see you soon. Thanks for dinner. Happy Thanksgiving!”
Erica and Dave stood, obviously confused. His mom spoke, “I thought you were staying for desert.”
Gael already had my coat and put it on for me. It was hard not to laugh at his eager state. “Sorry, can’t. Ashlin thinks she left her straight iron thing on. Can’t have a fire hazard going.”
I was too stunned to even respond as Gael walked us out the door. Belatedly, I called. “Thank you for dinner. Sorry I forgot about the flatiron. Happy Thanksgiving!”
His parents chuckled from behind me. Standing at the door, Dave said, “Gael, drive carefully. Be safe. Happy Thanksgiving!”
Before Dave finished, I was already in the car as Gael waved back. “I will.”
Seconds later, Gael was in the car, cranking it and heading out of the driveway.
“Gael, what has gotten into you? We had sex twice this morning before we came out here.”
We were going fast and Gael had his full concentration on the road. “Yes, I had incredible sex twice, like always, with you this morning. But I was offered sex without a condom with you. There’s nothing better than feeling all of you wrapped around me while I give you pleasure.”
The inside of my thighs pressed against each other as I whispered, “Hurry!”
In record time, we were at Gael’s house on Tybee Island. We got out of the car and ran inside. Lust pumped through my veins and that other word that wanted to come to the surface. Now, didn’t seem like the right time.
As soon as we entered, Gael turned left toward his living room where he’d read to me the first night at his house. I stopped as we entered. A white rug, lay on the floor and a low crackle in the fireplace warmed the room.
Gael answered my silent query, “I texted my friend to start a fire when I got your coat. He owed me a favor.”
“You had this planned? When did you set this up?” A wine bucket with ice set off to the side. Blankets were artfully piled to the side.
“I had planned on making tonight special since it was our first Thanksgiving together. I got it all ready when I ran back inside to make that phone call to the restaurant while you waited in the car.”
I gasped. Our first Thanksgiving. The notion was romantic beyond words.
Ready to show Gael a surprise I had been planning for him, I took off my top revealing
a turquoise colored lace bra that accentuated my breasts. Taking off my boots and skirt, I showed him the matching lace garter that matched the top.
“Fuck me, Ashlin. Ahh, shit. I shouldn’t talk to you like that. You are truly the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. I have to touch you.” His hands flexed at his side as his eyes looked me over.
Going to the blanket, I laid down. “When you touch me, I want to be able to feel you also.”
Gael had his clothes ripped off his body as buttons danced across the floor causing me to give a little giggle. I lay back as his hands glided across my stomach and moved their way toward my breast. His mouth nudged the cup to the side as his tongue played with my nipple.
His hardened length pressed against the sheer fabric of my panties.
“Gael, please. Don’t make me wait.”