Chapter 2: “Feel the Rain on Your Skin”

“Hey girl, ” Gibby says softly as Grace’s eyes open, slowly taking in her surroundings. They’re both still in Gibby’s office, on his couch, limbs fully entangled with one another.

“Hey, boy, how long have we been asleep?” she asks voice still somewhat coming out of slumber.

“Does it matter?”, he answers as he is trying to use all of his telepathic power and will them to lay there just a bit longer – like forever if they could.

“No, not really”, she answers and begins sniffing, “But we stink. I think we could both stand a shower, don’t you?”

“Excuse me, we do not ‘stink’. We smell like two people who love each other very much. And when two people love each other very much…”

He doesn’t get to finish because Grace snorts and begins laughing and untangling herself in the process.

“Okay, okay, a shower it is. I have an idea. Come with me.”, Gibby stands and holds out his hand to her. Grace takes ahold as he helps her off of the couch and out of the office.

“Where are we going?” she asks as he is leading her through his basement, past a rec room with a massive fireplace and an even more massive television, and on to a workout room where they make the briefest of stops & Gibson grabs two pristine white towels from a neatly rolled stack. ”You’ll see.” is his only answer.

One more turn and it becomes apparent Gibby is leading them outside. The basement is a walk-out that faces a yard backing to woods as far as the eye can see. He gives her the towels to free his hand to open the door, never letting go of her other hand. As he does so, Grace protests, “But, Gibs, we’re naked.”

He turns his head and smiles at her, his smile holding the recognition of that name flying out of her mouth after too many years, as well as the knowledge of where he’s leading them. “Do you trust me?” Gibson asks.

“With my life.” Grace answers, and the sincerity of her statement and tone nearly rips the heart right out of his chest.

Just a few paces out of the basement french doors and Grace is greeted by a wall of cedar wood, noticing the opening to the half enclosure that holds an outdoor shower. Gibson takes the towels out of her hand and hangs them on hooks on that cedar wall, as Grace takes in the largest shower head she’s ever seen.

Gibby takes in her taking it in for a split second and then turns on the spray and adjusts the head so that it’s coming down like a summer storm.

“Feel the rain on your skin”, Grace sings in her softest voice with the softest smile playing over her face, hoping Gibby didn’t notice. He notices everything about this woman, but only acknowledges to himself her communicating in lyrics where words fail her.

“Gibby, this is amazing.” she sighs as they both step in and let the warm water wash away that smell she may have called a stink minutes earlier, but secretly wishes she could bottle for those moments when she misses him the most.

“I know, right? And you have nothing to worry about out here, except maybe that high mountain sun on that delicate skin of yours.”, he replies.

Now it’s Grace’s turn to reply with an “I know, right?” She turns her back to him and continues, “It’s well known I don’t tan. I burn and freckle.”

Gibby doesn’t answer verbally. He stands even closer behind her and places small kisses and nibbles on the entire galaxy of freckles on Grace’s shoulder. As he does, he can feel her relax into him as her hips slide back and she leaves even less room between them.

The kisses continue as his hands begin to slide along her body, grabbing those hips and placing them firmly against him, then back up to her chest. One hand stays there while the other explores back down her tummy to the triangle between her thighs.

Her sounds so far have been held to small moans and sighs and Gibson moves his mouth up her shoulder, along her neck, to her ear where he says, “I don’t know if you noticed when we came up the drive last night, but we’re completely alone here. No one is going to hear you but me.”

Grace chuckles for an instant and says, “That’s something someone says in the murder-mystery podcasts I narrate. But coming from you, it takes on a whole new meaning.” Her hips press back even further and she can feel his hardness nestled right against her backside.

Gibby takes this as his cue to explore further with his hand and he brushes his thumb against Grace’s clit, the remainder of his fingers sliding right along and opening her up to him.

Grace’s gasp is the only encouragement he needs, but he’s still right there in her ear, urging her to use her voice, “That’s it Gracie, it’s just you and me and the trees. Tell me you like what I’m doing to you.”

“You know I love it. Please, don’t stop.” she’s beginning to grind her hips against him as the pressure increases against her clit. Her hands reaching down and around to find purchase against his thighs, grabbing his hips, ass, one hand settling around his cock.

“You know I’ll never stop.” is his only reply as he slips his middle finger inside, snug and warm and welcoming. She gets louder at this, can’t help herself.

“Good lord Gibby, you’re going to make me cum so fast”, she’s almost out of breath, her hand and hips working to bring them to climax together.

His mouth still by her ear, his breathing hot and a bit more ragged as they’re driving each other closer and closer. “I want to feel you grip my finger so tight. I want to make you cum and scream. Let me feel it.”

As if those were some magic words, Grace’s body racks against him, her body arching like a bow.

To her credit she never lets go of him and he falls over the edge right after.

To his credit he never fully removes his hand, cupping her sex as she collapses against his chest, her head resting right in the nook between his collarbone and his neck.

As she’s regaining her breath, his head above her, he hums, “.. the rest is still unwritten…”