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then on a whim, she slid the fabric of her button up shirt aside, flashing him some skin briefly. He raised his eyebrows, watching her, so Mimi grew more bold. She began to undo the buttons one at a time, looking up at him and biting her lip as she did so.
That’s one way to get the hammering to stop, Mimi thought smugly, glad that she had this kind of power over Gabriel. He watched intently as she opened her shirt all the way, revealing her breasts before running her hands over them and tracing her dark nipples with her fingertips.
Gabriel swallowed as he watched Mimi move. When she looked up and saw the need on his face, she smiled and started removing more of her clothes for him, dancing lightly as she stepped out of her jeans, then slowly inching down the see through fabric of her underwear before stepping out of the delicate lace panties.
When she was naked, Mimi stretched out on the floor beneath Gabriel, giving him the best view. She kept a hand on one of her large breasts, massaging it with an achingly slow rhythm and teasing her nipple into a hard point, while the other hand slid down her flat stomach and reached the soft hair above her mound. She teasingly traced circles around her sex, watching Gabriel’s face silently as she put on a show just for him. His breath caught when she dipped one long finger inside herself, sliding it in and out.
Finally, Mimi beckoned to Gabriel with one crooked finger, inviting him to take over where she’d left off. She saw him struggle with what he wanted, the desire to feel her and taste her again fighting with his primal need for safety above all else.
When Mimi realized with horror that she’d been hinting for him to come inside, her expression softened and she immediately jumped up to run to the door, snatching a blanket off the back of the couch as she did.
Gabriel met her halfway, coming down from the roof and grabbing her in his arms as she reached the edge of the porch. He lifted her up so her legs were around his waist, kissing her roughly, passionately. He held her tightly with one hand as he fumbled for his zipper with the other, and soon enough was sliding inside her, pressing her against the wall of the house as he brought her to the very edge of ecstasy. He continued to thrust into her, harder and deeper, long after finding his own release, patiently giving her what she needed to experience her own pleasure.
Afterward, Gabriel held her in his arms and kissed her tenderly, smoothing away the animalistic, aggressive passion from only a few minutes before. When Mimi could stand, she smiled at Gabriel and sauntered into the house, daring him to follow her.
Back inside and back in her clothes, Mimi noticed the hammering didn’t start back up. She looked out through the window and caught the last glimpse of Gabriel off in the distance, just as he disappeared from sight. Instead of returning to work on the roof, he’d left, something that would have been insulting to Mimi if she hadn’t already begun to understand and even anticipate his strange ways.
He returned not long after, his arrival sped up by the fact that he rode a silvery horse with a long black mane, its tail so long that it almost touched the ground. He led another horse, this one a reddish-chestnut color, as he rode. Gabriel came to a stop in the yard and tied both horses to the dead tree.
“What is this?” Mimi asked, stepping outside as she wiped her hands on her jeans.
“They’re horses,” he answered in his usual tone.
“Okay. I know they’re horses, Gabriel,” she said, working very hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. He visibly stiffened when she said his name, almost like he wasn’t used to hearing anyone use it, a mannerism that made her realize once again how many layers there had to be to this guy. “Where did they come from? I didn’t know you had horses.”
“They’re your horses.”
“You’re giving me horses?” Mimi clarified, wondering what she would do
That’s one way to get the hammering to stop, Mimi thought smugly, glad that she had this kind of power over Gabriel. He watched intently as she opened her shirt all the way, revealing her breasts before running her hands over them and tracing her dark nipples with her fingertips.
Gabriel swallowed as he watched Mimi move. When she looked up and saw the need on his face, she smiled and started removing more of her clothes for him, dancing lightly as she stepped out of her jeans, then slowly inching down the see through fabric of her underwear before stepping out of the delicate lace panties.
When she was naked, Mimi stretched out on the floor beneath Gabriel, giving him the best view. She kept a hand on one of her large breasts, massaging it with an achingly slow rhythm and teasing her nipple into a hard point, while the other hand slid down her flat stomach and reached the soft hair above her mound. She teasingly traced circles around her sex, watching Gabriel’s face silently as she put on a show just for him. His breath caught when she dipped one long finger inside herself, sliding it in and out.
Finally, Mimi beckoned to Gabriel with one crooked finger, inviting him to take over where she’d left off. She saw him struggle with what he wanted, the desire to feel her and taste her again fighting with his primal need for safety above all else.
When Mimi realized with horror that she’d been hinting for him to come inside, her expression softened and she immediately jumped up to run to the door, snatching a blanket off the back of the couch as she did.
Gabriel met her halfway, coming down from the roof and grabbing her in his arms as she reached the edge of the porch. He lifted her up so her legs were around his waist, kissing her roughly, passionately. He held her tightly with one hand as he fumbled for his zipper with the other, and soon enough was sliding inside her, pressing her against the wall of the house as he brought her to the very edge of ecstasy. He continued to thrust into her, harder and deeper, long after finding his own release, patiently giving her what she needed to experience her own pleasure.
Afterward, Gabriel held her in his arms and kissed her tenderly, smoothing away the animalistic, aggressive passion from only a few minutes before. When Mimi could stand, she smiled at Gabriel and sauntered into the house, daring him to follow her.
Back inside and back in her clothes, Mimi noticed the hammering didn’t start back up. She looked out through the window and caught the last glimpse of Gabriel off in the distance, just as he disappeared from sight. Instead of returning to work on the roof, he’d left, something that would have been insulting to Mimi if she hadn’t already begun to understand and even anticipate his strange ways.
He returned not long after, his arrival sped up by the fact that he rode a silvery horse with a long black mane, its tail so long that it almost touched the ground. He led another horse, this one a reddish-chestnut color, as he rode. Gabriel came to a stop in the yard and tied both horses to the dead tree.
“What is this?” Mimi asked, stepping outside as she wiped her hands on her jeans.
“They’re horses,” he answered in his usual tone.
“Okay. I know they’re horses, Gabriel,” she said, working very hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. He visibly stiffened when she said his name, almost like he wasn’t used to hearing anyone use it, a mannerism that made her realize once again how many layers there had to be to this guy. “Where did they come from? I didn’t know you had horses.”
“They’re your horses.”
“You’re giving me horses?” Mimi clarified, wondering what she would do
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