I am on brunch with Gigi, and she is gaping at me as if I have lost my mind.
"What?"
I shrug as I sit back, taking my cinnamon tea.
"He asked me to move in with him and I said yes."
"Don't you think this is way too fast?" her tone one of someone who is worried. "I mean especially now that you are under the scrutiny of the public eye?"
We couldn't keep our relationship a secret for long. Two weeks later, the news spread like a wild fire and our pictures splashed on the entertainment and gossip platforms everywhere.
I bit my lip, considering on telling her my other news, I know she won't like this.
"I quit my job" I blurt it out.
"Hannah!" Gigi's expression of disbelief and disappointment makes me feel awful.
"I can't believe this" her whole demeanour has changed.
"He is not forcing me to do anything, Gigi I want you to know that." I tell her as firm as I be. I want her to like him. He is becoming a huge part of my life.
"You can't just do all this. I mean this is crazy"
"I know but it just feels right, you know. I feel like I am me when I am with him."
"Have you slept with him?"
I start back, offended, "why would that matter in all of this?"
"Have you?" she persists
"No, we are taking it slow."
"At least something is going slow" she retorts and I shoot her a look. "I had to ask because at least I now know this isn't about the sex."
"No. this is love. The real deal"
"If it was sex, it would be much easier."
"Gigi, enough. I won't sit here and listen to you go on and on about how wrong I'm doing things in my life."
She looks apologetic once I tell her that.
"I'm sorry for bashing you like that. I guess I'm feeling like I'm losing you and a tad bit jealous?" she apologizes sheepishly.
'You are not losing me and its normal to be jealous. I feel sometimes like we are going fast too on all of this, but then I look at him and I feel the love that I have for him."
"Wow. I honestly can't be happier to hear that. I had to make sure your head and your heart are in the same place."
"I know, you are an amazing friend"
We spend the rest of the afternoon shopping and later on I head home.
When I get to the house, Trevor still hasn't gotten home yet so I decide to cook him his favourite dish and I get on about it.
My mind is on what Gigi was saying about us not having had sex yet and I start to worry. Why have we not had it yet?
I will ask him about it tonight.
***
I feel lips on my face and a hand rubbing my arms. My eyelids flutter open; it's Trevor.
"Hey love, m sorry I got held up at work." He is raining kisses on my face and I smile as I let him.
"I understand." I sit up. "I made you something to eat"
"I have something else in mind that I want to eat" he is teasing me and I fall back pulling him with me.
"Oh yeah? Like what" I ask him, leading him on.
"This" he licks her lower lip but I go in for a kiss.
He kisses me back as if he would die if he didn't get my mouth, licking and sucking and memorizing the very taste of mer. He slides his hands over her ass, gripped her luscious cheeks tight, and spins me around, pushing me further into the couch. He rips his lips away, holding me from him when I try to unbutton his shirt, and trying to get him back close to me.
'How do you want it?' he growls. He has an inkling, from the signals I was broadcasting, but it had been a while since he'd had to read those signals. 'Hard . . .'I scrap my nails over the back of his neck. "I want to feel you. I want you to claim me, make me yours'
He groans in agreement.
When his fingers find their way into my shirt, and give my nipple a little pinch. I cry out in pleasure and he looks at me while he twists it and does the same thing to my other nipple press myself against him trying to get more of him. He takes the stiffening peak in his mouth and kissed my breast, his hand now sliding downward, fingers gently moving through the thatch of hair between my thighs.
My clothes are discarded, and he puts me on the plush rug on the floor. He looks at me with a flare and gleam in his eyes.
"Open for me" it is a command and I oblige without hesitation. He drives his tongue inside me, setting off another shattering moan that makes me squirm and writhe he pushes my knees apart and continues to play with his mouth on my lips and my clit. I lose myself with the feel of his mouth; — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises come from my mouth as he plunders her with his tongue.
I grab his hair, yanking and pulling him closer as he encourages me to do. He thrusts one finger inside me, crooking it and hitting me in the spot that turns my moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. i shudder against him, my legs quaking, and when he finally slows to look up at me, he sees my hair in a wild tumble, and my face all glowing.
i am is so wet by the time he has the pillows under me, i am gleaming with sweat and shuddering breaths.
I lie there not speaking as I watch him lick his lips and I see the satisfied look on his face.
"How do you feel?"
"Amazing,"
It's all I can manage to say.