Chapter 7
God, this feels great, Paul thought. He hadn't been this relaxed
in months. All the stress and pain he'd been in just seemed to melt away
under Trish's ministrations. Maybe when I get back on the road I should
hire her as my personal masseuse, he jokingly mused.
Trish shifted her weight and leaned down on
top of his back, moving his hair away from his neck, her fingers trailing
slightly as she did so. He sighed a little at that; the back of his neck
had always been one of his most sensitive spots. Although, right now he
was feeling sensitive all over. It was as if the massage was awakening his
body.
"You've got some talented hands,"
he said to her in a mumble.
"Thanks," she replied, her voice
a little husky, "you ain't seen nothing yet."
"What - " He stopped mid-sentence
when Trish slowly slid her hands down his sides... and started planting soft
kisses along the back of his neck. His eyes flew open, but for some reason
he didn't move. He couldn't move. All he could do was lay
there as she kissed his neck, laving it with her tongue in some places, her
hands tightly gripping his hips as she pressed into his back. He was too
shocked to do anything as she first moved her lips up and gently sucked on his
earlobe then trailed kisses to his cheek and back down to his neck. Paul
could feel her hips grinding into him as her hands sensually rubbed his skin,
playfully fingering the waistband of his boxers. He was stunned to realize
he was getting slightly aroused. But when her kisses moved upwards and one
landed on the corner of his mouth, it broke him out of his disbelief.
Scrambling out from under her, he sat up on the bed and stared at her.
"What the hell was that??" he
asked, confused not just with her actions, but with his reaction as well.
Why hadn't he just pushed her off after the first kiss?
Trish sat up as well and looked down at her
hands, slightly ashamed. "I..." She looked back up at him.
"I hate seeing you in so much pain. You mean a lot to me, Paul; I
care about you. I want to help you forget. I want you to feel
better, I want you to be happy..." She trailed off and slowly raised a hand
to gently stroke the side of his face where she'd just kissed him. She
searched his eyes as she said imploringly, "I want you."
Staring into her eyes, Paul saw nothing but
truth. She meant what she said, wholeheartedly. "Trish,"
he began softly, "you've been there for me this last week, and I appreciate
that, but - "
She cut him off fast. "So let me
be there for you now. In every way I can," she said, crawling closer
and leaning in to whisper to him, "please."
Their eyes never tore away from each other
as she spoke. In a way, Paul felt he was seeing her for the first time,
really truly seeing her. She's beautiful, he thought, and she
really cares about me. She wants me. My relationship is over.
I'm single again; I wouldn't be cheating on Gabrielle. She's the one who
cheated on me in the first place. I can't live like this, mourning the
loss of someone who doesn't love me anymore. Christ, I haven't even been
with a woman in a month. Why am I even hesitating?
Trish watched him as he thought, obviously
unsure of what to do next. The look of quiet pleading desperation on her
face moved him in a way he hadn't been moved in a long while. Without
another thought Paul leaned in and kissed her with so much passion it surprised
even him. She moaned against his lips, throwing her arms around his neck
as she snuggled her body into his embrace. He hugged her tightly to him
and deepened the kiss as he coaxed her mouth open gently with his tongue.
Her tongue met his in an adoring twist as she softly sucked on it, tasting him
for the first time. Their bodies turned as he pinned her to the bed.
The kiss became more heated as his hands
started pulling at her shirt. They broke apart only long enough for Paul
to tear it off over her head and slide her shorts off her body, leaving her in
just a bra and panties. Trish looked up at him with passion flaring in her
eyes and she pulled him back down on top of her. The need they both felt
was heavy in the air as their lips met in a kiss once again. She melted
into his lips, pressing eagerly into him. One of his hands caressed her
face then moved down to cup a breast through the lacy covering, his thumb slowly
rubbing over the slightly pronounced nipple. Her back arched into his
touch and she let out a slightly beseeching sound. "God, I love the
feel of you touching me like that," she panted as they parted to take a
breath. He simply smiled at her and gently kneaded her breast through her
bra, loving the way she reacted to him. His hand moved down, stroking her
flat stomach with his fingertips before gripping her side as he bent down to
kiss her again with a bit of force. He was getting more and more aroused.
He hadn't realized how much he needed this until he had kissed her and felt her
eagerness. Her desire was amazing.
Trish returned the kiss hungrily and
slipped one arm around his neck, resting the other on his chest. Her
fingers toyed with a nipple, causing him to emit a low rumble of pleasure into
her mouth. She could barely believe this was happening. Paul was
kissing and touching her; he wanted her. He had forgotten about Gabrielle.
The months she had spent dreaming about this moment were all worth it; the
plotting with Dwayne, the stress of being found out. Itt was all worth it.
Her need for him was consuming her whole being like fire; the sensation of him
on top of her was almost enough alone to send her over the edge. All she
wanted was to stay like this forever with him. If I died right now, it
wouldn't matter, she thought as she glided her hand up from his neck to
tangle in his hair, kissing him deeply all the while. I'm already in
Heaven.
She took her hand from his hair and ran it
down his back. Slowly her hand trailed down, creeping under Paul's boxers
and grasping his hip. She pulled him to her tighter, needing to feel him.
He gasped slightly, breaking away from the kiss and pushed against her strongly.
Her fingers caressed his ass as she kept her grip on him. Trish could feel
his growing erection pressing through his underwear into the thin cloth of her
panties and she knew that she had to have him soon. The fact that this was
really happening was still unbelievable to her; part of her was telling her that
she should savor every second of it, but she couldn't wait any longer.
She'd been waiting for this since the moment she fell for him. "I
need you, Paul," she said breathlessly as she stared up at him. He
grinned and bent his head down, kissing her once more, then trailing kisses down
her neck. He sucked gently on the skin there with each kiss as he
continued his downward path. Trish pulled him up to kiss him again,
knowing that if he kept going she would lose it right there.
"Paul," she moaned loudly as he pushed against her again,
"please... make love to me. Now."
She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck
again. She squirmed under his lips and brought her hands down to his hair
as he kissed the tops of her breasts that showed above her bra. Dipping
his tongue into her cleavage, he slowly licked upwards then showered the tops of
her breasts with moist kisses. Paul's fingers slid down and toyed with the
waistband of her panties, sliding under them and grabbing her hips. She
whined pleadingly at his touch, arching her hips up, practically begging him to
undress her fully. His eyes closed, he massaged her hips as he groaned
quietly...
"Gabrielle."
