Gary and Libby; Take Two

Garys lips find mine and move hungrily, leaving no room for oxygen. This kiss was not gentle, it was neither sweet nor tender. Instead, it was hot, flush with burning desire and an urgency that was all too familiar, yet, at the same time, this kiss was not bereft of love, or passion, in fact, as Gary's lips move over my own, tongue taunting my bottom lip away from my top, it tastes of a kiss of almost too much love, too much passion. The kind of kiss that, as always with this man, leaves me weak at the knees. And then his hands are everywhere, restlessly flexing and groping at whatever piece of flesh happens to be under his palm at the very moment. With little will to succeed, i brace my hands against his still damp shoulders, feeling the burn of his skin against my own because he always has the water that little bit too hot. "Gary-" I pry my lips from his just long enough to croak his name when the backs of my knees hit the bed. "Ssh." Garys lips are at the ...

"Babe.." Go away. "Lib, Love." Go away. "Come on Love." I groan, loudly, when the disturbance finally manages to pull me from my slumber. "What?" I croak, eyes screwed shut, voice thick with sleep. I hear Gary laugh, a low laugh of self amusement, one arm moving under my neck, the other under my thighs. It only takes me thirty seconds to realise that ive fallen asleep on the settee and my neck throbs gently as a punishment. "Bed time, i think. Don't you?" With eyes still closed, i stretch two arms, linking my fingers at the back of Garys neck as he scoops me up, bridal style. A chilly breeze causes me to shiver as the blanket slips away, and Gary, much to my delight, pulls me closer. "What time is it?" I mumble, asking because i feel like i should say something as a posed to actually wanting to know. "Half seven." "What?!" Suddenly, im wide awake. Half seven?! Fuck me, ive been out for a whole ...