Blind Date With the Billionaire Part 3: Back to You (5 page)

"Well it seems we are interrupting," she said as she walked away without another backwards glance. Though her voice was pleasant, there was an edge to it. Monica assumed Carla wasn't used to being dismissed so callously. Suzanne scurried behind and followed Carla to their table on the other side of the restaurant.

"You really are amazing, Monica," Gabe said as he grabbed her hand over the table. "You know that?"

"Thank you Gabe." Monica replied. "You make me feel amazing."

"I think that's the last we'll hear from them. At least I hope," he said.

"Oh it better be," Monica said. "Otherwise I won't be responsible for what I do to them if they come near me again. I can't stand them."

"Remind me not to get you angry. Ever," Gabe joked.

"Don't you forget it," Monica smiled back.

"I like this Monica," Gabe said after a pause. "You're different, more confident."

"Thank you for noticing," Monica said happily. "I took some of what you said to heart."

"Really? What did I say?"

"You were always telling me not to get too down on myself. I realized when you left that you were right.
I had to stop thinking you were too good for me, and start giving myself more credit.
I think that's what messed things up the first time."

"I'm just glad I could help."

"Oh you did."

Gabe called the waiter over and asked for their check.

"Don't even think about trying to split this bill with me," he joked, as he saw Monica reaching for her purse.

"What can I say, old habits die hard," she answered sheepishly.

Gabe paid the bill and helped Monica out of her seat. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her hair.

"Come on, let's go home," he murmured against her ear. Monica leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the strong arms wrapped around her. When she opened her eyes,
she saw Carla and Suzanne shooting daggers at her.
She smiled at them before turning back to Gabe and nodding her head.

"That sounds great," she said.

*****

Monica and Gabe were silent in the car, enjoying the new understanding they had between them. As they got closer to his house, Monica began to
squirm in anticipation. She hadn’t had sex in three months and began to
feel the stirring of desire course through her. She placed her hand on Gabe's thigh causing him to jolt unexpectedly.
He must have been feeling the same anticipation,
Monica thought pleased. She moved her hand to the back of his head, playing with his hair before rubbing his neck. Gabe leaned back into her touch and moaned.

"That feels nice," he said as he gave her a quick smile. He tu
r
ned his eyes back on the road and Monica took the opportunity to lean over and give him a kiss on his cheek.

"What was that for?" he asked turning to her.

"Do I need a reason to kiss you?" she answered.

"No you don't," he replied smiling. "Please continue."

Monica was feeling frisky, but she held back.

"I think I'll wait until we get home. I wouldn't want to cause an accident," she replied.

Gabe stepped on the gas and accelerated which caused Monica to be thrown back in her chair. Gabe turned to her and smiled at the look
of surprise
on her face.

"You shouldn't tease a man like that," he said.

The
y
arrived at Gabe's house in record speed, and Gabe wasted no time in carrying Monica into his house.

"Oh my God, Monica," Gabe murmured into her hair once they stepped inside, "it's been so long."

"Mmm, yes!" Monica moaned.
She leaned into him as she stood on her tip toes, grabbing the lapels of his jacket for support. “Please...” she began.

Her plea was interrupted by Gabe's urgent lips pressing against hers in a passionate kiss. His smooth tongue invaded her mouth as he pressed his hard body against h
ers. Monica flattened
her hand
over
his solid chest while she entwined her other hand in his hair. She pulled his head down, bringing them even closer together.

"I want you naked. Now." Gabe said,
his breathing ragged as he broke apart the kiss
. With one smooth stroke, he lifted Monica's dress up over her head and threw it on the floor. He stood back a few paces and admired her lush figure. Monica felt the cool breez
e against her skin causing her
goose bumps
. She rubbed her arms as Gabe stood there gazing at her from head to toe.

"Come here," he commanded her. She could see the desire in his eyes, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her.
Monica dropped her hands to her sides, threw back her head and strutted towards him, making sure to sway her hips from side to side.

"You little minx!" Gabe growled as he pulled her towards him, and rubbed his growing excitement against her hip. "You see what you do to me?" he asked. "I want you to touch me."

Monica dropped to her knees and undid the buckle to Gabe's belt. She took her time undoing the button on his slacks and slowly slid the zipper down. Monica let the weight of the belt drag
Gabe's pants down and pulled her head back to admire the bulge tenting his boxers.
She
grabbed his hips before
tracing
his hardness through the fabric, and licked her lips. Monica looked up as she felt him stiffen beneath her touch and saw him clenching his jaw.

"Relax," she teased him. "This isn't going to hurt."

"You're going to be the death of me," he rasped.

Monica was barely holding to control herself. It had been so long, but she wanted to take her time. She wanted to enjoy every minute of it and she wanted to enjoy every inch of
Gabe. Monica grabbed the elastic waistband
and pulled down revealing his magnificent arousal.

"You're beautiful," she said mesmerized. Monica licked her lips before she took him in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the tip, enjoying the slightly salty taste of him. Her fingers wrapped around his hard smooth shaft and she began to stroke up and down while her tongue still teased his sensitive tip. Gabe let out ragged breaths as he stood towering above her.
He unclenched his balled fists and reached for Monica's head, grabbing a fistful of hair. Monica felt the initial shock as he pulled her hair hard, pushing her head back and forth over his erection. She soon got lost in the carnal pleasure and took Gabe deeper.

"Monica," he moaned, "just like that."

Monica loved the taste and feel of him in her mouth.
She rolled her tongue around the head, eliciting sharp gasps from Gabe.
She took him out of her mouth and took turns nibbling and licking his sensitive flesh.

"Oh my God, Monica," he said hoarsely, "You're going to have to stop or I won't last much longer."

Monica ignored his pleas and continued working him with an insatiable hunger. Gabe closed his eyes and threw his head back in surrender. He didn't really want her to stop either. Monica grabbed his hips and wrapped her mouth over his throbbing
member
. She took
in the full length of him. Monica moved
up and down his shaft increasing her pace as she felt him get even harder under her attention. "Oh baby, I'm gonna come," he moaned as he thrust into her. Monica
glanced up to see Gabe’s face screwed up in concentration.
With a low grunt, Gabe
threw back his head as Monica felt
a warm gush flood her mouth. She continued to pump him licking up every drop.

"Mmm delicious," she said looking up at him.

Gabe grabbed her hands and helped her up off her knees. "You are amazing, Monica," he said before kissing her. She felt his hands move to her back and unclasp her bra. He slid the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Monica pressed her breasts against his chest. Her nipples puckered as they brushed up against the crisp fabric of his shirt. She moved her hands and began to unbutton his shirt. She didn't want anything coming between them.

Gabe slid the shirt off his shoulders and stepped out of his pants and boxers that had pooled on the floor. He was completely naked before her. She had almost forgotten how magnificent he looked naked. He had broad shoulders and toned chest
with a light tan
. Dark hair covered
his
pec
s
and narrowed down his rippled abs. Monica lowered her eyes and was not surprised to see his growing erection. She raised her lips in a smirk as she admired how quickly he was ready to go again.

"Like what you see?" Gabe asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

"Oh yes, very much," she replied. "I can see you're ready for round two already."

Gabe gave her a wolfish grin. "I can go the whole ten rounds tonight. I hope you're ready," he promised.

Monica raised her eyebrows. She was so excited about the
unbridled
pleasure that awaited her. It had been so long s
ince she had been with anyone; s
he was a ball of repressed sexual
tension.
"I'll hold you to that," she responded. "We might have to go to overtime."

"Now you're mixing your sports metaphors," Gabe laughed. "Come here and let me touch you." Gabe grabbed Monica's arm and pulled her towards him. His skin felt so warm and solid against her own soft supple flesh. She ran her fingers up and down his toned arms feeling the hard muscle underneath his
smooth
skin. Gabe flexed his muscles under her touch. His hands moved behind her as he grabbed her butt and pressed her against his arousal.

Monica felt the pool of desire between her legs, as she
ground up against him
.
Grabbing
her legs, he lifted her up and Monica wrapped
herself
around his waist. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to her breast. Gabe didn't need any hint as to what Monica wanted. He brought his mouth down on her nipple and sucked. Monica
inhaled sharply as she
arc
hed her back in pleasure. She
felt his tongue swirl around the bud, laving the sensitive
flesh
before nibbling it with his teeth. The shock of momentary sharp pain gave way to raw intoxicating pleasure. Gabe walked towards his bedroom still carrying Monica in his arms.

She felt wanton in his strong arms and was ready for anything. Gabe unlatched Monica and placed her feet on the floor once they had reached his bedroom. He slipped his fingers under the band of her panties and
stroked her hip. Monica moaned in his ear as he slid his hand lower towards
her
throbbing clit. H
e rubbed the sensitive flesh as Monica let out a
nother
moan of pleasure.

"Get on the bed," he ordered her.
Monica walked backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed.
She scooted up on the mattress, feeling the cool sheets under her thighs, and moved
further back
. Gabe followed her moveme
nts, his eyes smoldering
.

"Take off your panties and spread your legs," he commanded once she was on the bed.

Monica did as she was told. She felt the cool air brush against her as she spread her legs. Her breathing was shallow and her mouth was dry as she watched Gabe watching her. Gabe licked his lips as his eyes focused like a laser on her
luscious
core.

"I see you're already wet for me," he said as he closed the distance between them. Gabe lifted Monica's leg, his hand running from her knees to her ankles, as he brought it towards his mouth. He kissed the inside of her ankle, working his way up her calves to her inner thighs. Monica felt
a tingling
at each point his lips met her skin. Gabe nibbled the skin at her thighs, as he lightly traced his fingers over the soft tuft of hair covering her mound. Monica brought her hips up wanting more, but Gabe held back. He moved his lips to her other leg and started the whole tease again, placing soft kisses down her thighs and ending at her ankles.

"Gabe, please..." Monica
begged
. She wanted him, all of him right then. The anticipation was pure torture. Gabe smiled at her
wickedly
as he ignored her pleas.

"So impatient," he chided. He moved up the bed, his
solid body
pressing her
against the mattress. His eyes were gleaming
as he looked down at her.
Monica was utterly lost in them.
He lowered his head until his lips were just brushing hers. Monica couldn't hold back and brought her lips up to meet his. He seemed momentarily
caught off guard
before he responded to her urgent kisses. His lips were fierce
and consuming.