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Naomi couldn’t possibly have heard their whispered conversation. Perhaps the kiss gave away more than Gabrielle had thought. Or, maybe, her friend was thinking much the same thing. She sprang up from the bed, and skipped to the couch. “You know, we were looking forward to our separate rooms. Sex in a strange bed is so much fun. If you two are as horny as we are, I bet you’re frustrated right now. Am I right?”
Gabrielle couldn’t help but nod. William turned a sheepish smile toward Naomi. On the bed, James had sat up, and was watching his wife, unsure whether to be embarrassed that she’d brought the subject up, or amused at her forthrightness.
“That’s what I thought. Well, it’s still early. How about we take it in turns to…. use the facilities, before we get down to arranging something to eat? Toss a coin for it?” Naomi suggested.
As no-one offered a counter argument, Naomi fished out a two pound coin, and balanced it on a finger and thumb, ready to toss it. “Heads or tails?” she asked Gabrielle and William.
“Heads.” said William, when Gabrielle shrugged.
They all watched the coin arc up through the air. Almost too high, it started falling again just before it reached the ceiling. Naomi tried to catch it, missed, and dropped to her knees to search for it under the couch. Gabrielle, William and James all moved over to watch. After a moment of trying to reach under the couch, Naomi gave up, and pushed it forwards.
“Heads it is.” she announced, not sounding at all disappointed. “We’ll go and shop, or get some drinks in. You call us when you’re done, and you can bring us the keys. Let’s see…. Oh, yes. If you leave a wet spot, you’re sleeping in it.”
Naomi led James out of the apartment. As he was dragged away, he offered a smile and a shrug.
They could hear Naomi and James’ footsteps as they went down the first flight of stairs, then they became much less distinct. William turned the latch to lock the door, just in case. “So…?” He recognised Gabrielle’s expression when he turned back to her, and didn’t need to say or ask anything else.
She stepped up to him, pressing him back against the door, and kissed him as passionately as she had wanted to before. Their lips bumped hard against each other, and their tongues fought and probed. Her hands found their way inside his shirt and pressed against his chest. His right knee came forward and up, and she parted her legs to grind her crotch against his thigh.
William’s hands went to Gabrielle’s buttocks, pulling her in and helping her grind. When her hands worked their way down again, they parted just enough to be able to reach the buttons on the fronts of their jeans. Taking tentative, probing steps backwards, she led him toward the couch. Stopping when the backs of her calves were both pressed up against it, she returned to the important task of getting him out of his jeans.
With the front of William’s jeans open, Gabrielle fought with his boxers, trying to release his erection. She finally managed to get trousers and underwear halfway down his thighs, and was rewarded by the feel of his hard shaft in her hands.
William had his thumbs inside the waistbands of Gabrielle’s jeans and her knickers. He pushed them down, revealing the top of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
Gabrielle let William’s erection go, laughing a little as she straightened up. He knelt before her, tugging the denim and cotton down as quickly as he could. He had to pull her shoes off before he could get her out of her jeans and toss them aside. While he was doing this, she tugged off her top and unfastened her blouse. When he stood up again, William was still, technically, fully clothed, whilst Gabrielle wore only her bra.
“Here. I want to do it right here.” Gabrielle announced, when William made to lead her to the bed. She turned around and bent over the back of the couch, placing her hands on the cushions. William wasn’t going to argue with this suggestion.
Pushing his jeans a little further down, he placed himself behind Gabrielle. Bending his knees, he guided his erection toward her. Two fingers probed out ahead of it. They found the wet lips of her sex, and slid between them. She was very turned on, wet with her excitement. The fingers guided his erection into her.
With one hand on the back of the couch, and the other releasing Gabrielle’s bra, William thrust into her. When he was as deep as he could get, she straightened her legs a little to change the angle he entered at. He pulled out, and then gave another, experimental, thrust into her. She nodded eagerly. He was stimulating the bits she wanted stimulated.
Now, William’s hand sneaked around to cup one of Gabrielle’s full, firm breasts as it swayed back and forth with his movements. It was an awkward contortion and, as much as they both enjoyed it, he had to let go, and brace himself properly as he sped up his thrusts.
Gabrielle grunted with each thrust. Her tone changed as she became even more excited, the pitch rising until she was practically squealing with pleasure. She dropped her face into the cushions of the couch, and William bent all the way over with her, so that he could kiss her shoulders as his thrusts became shorter and harder to control. She cried out her orgasm, and he felt her muscles squeezing him as it pulsed through her.
With the added stimulation of a climaxing lover, it wasn’t long before William felt the contractions at the base of his shaft, and the warm beats of pleasure emanating out through his body. His whole body jerked as he pumped the first spurt of semen deep inside Gabrielle.
Even as the after shocks still shivered through them, Gabrielle pushed herself up from the couch, and they both climbed down to the floor behind it. William was still inside her, just, and they lay spooned together on the floor.
“I told you I was turned on.” Gabrielle said. She punctuated the end of her statement with a sigh, as William’s softening shaft finally slipped out of her.
“You did.” William kissed her cheek and nose, urging her to twist her head so he could plant his lips squarely on hers. “Give me a few minutes, and we can go again.”
“Oh god, that is so tempting. But, no. We’ve got to let James and Naomi have their naughty time.”
“I suppose so. Share the shower? Have we left a wet patch?”
The first question didn’t need answering. Considering the second, as she pulled herself up, Gabrielle said, “No-one’s sleeping on the floor tonight. We might end up on the couch, but not the floor.”