You are MINE (closed)

An out of state date... yeah I would say we are anything but normal.

She stared into his eyes still trying to process the breakdown she had just had with him.

We can meet at the family bar. The one I learned to handle problems worse so far than anything that has walked into Lance's yet. You like greek food? There is a sweet old lady who owns a restaurant right across the street the whole neighborhood calls her giagiá (Yaya) and she makes sure Uncle Alexi and all of them eat healthy. She and Uncle Alexi I think have a crush on each other but never ask them... She will say be is too old and he will say she is to stubborn but they have been together for as long as I can remember.

Any questions before you meet them? Normal questions not cop questions

She laughed a little.
 
Greg smiled at Gabriella's comment regarding an out-of-state date. Then, she hesitated, and the look she gave him, he wasn't really able to read. It was as if she was trying to work something out inside herself.

When she spoke again, she still wasn't the super-confident Gabriella he'd come to know, but he was getting the impression that this was the real her, and anything else was a facade she wore to keep herself from imploding. As she went on, she got more of the usual strength and lilt in her voice, until she sounded like normal.

"Love Greek. Bring it on." When Gabriella told him the story about her uncle and the old lady across the street, he had to smile. It was so normal, and so charming. It wasn't the kind of thing you'd expect to hear about the man he'd read about in the police reports.

As far as questions, he just had to ask. "Well, it's kind of a cop question, but yet, not. It's this: what does your family think of you dating a cop?"
 
They are glad I am happy according to Uncle Alexi. Braddock... He is a little wary but I think my dad was the only cop he really trusted. Ram and Bastien are a little jealous though they would never say anything. We were kinda close when I lived there.

She smiled blushing a little talking about former lovers with him but it's not like they ever broke up they just moved on when needed and were there for each other when needed.
 
The cop part of Greg found it a little odd to hear Gabriella speak of her uncle and the rest so normally. His realistic side reasoned that, any other activity aside, they were still just people, with most of the same desires and wishes as anybody else.

The way she spoke of a couple of her "brothers" made it sound like there had been more than sibling interactions between some of them at some point. It made Greg feel a little strange, that not only would he be meeting men who were like brothers but also former lovers, as well. Still, he needed to stay strong and stick to his conviction to go through with this. He'd given Gabriella reason to think he merely considered her a fuck buddy and nothing more far too many times the last couple days. Questioning this visit because one or more of the people he'd be meeting had fucked his woman before would seem petty, since she was now fucking him. And they lived far enough away that there was little liklihood that any of them had visited since he and Gabriella had gotten together.

Fortunately for Greg's ego, Gabriella looked kind of embarrassed to be talking about former lovers with him, too. Sheepishness was another look that was new for Greg, coming from Gabriella. He liked it.

Stepping up to her, he smiled down on her, placing a hand gently against her cheek. "I look forward to meeting them." And he did, even if that anticipation was laced with a healthy dose of caution, considering the kind of people he'd be meeting.
 
She smiled to him snuggling into her arms.



I can't wait.
 
Greg liked that Gabriella was pleased once more. He still had his reservations about visiting her"family," but every guy who was informed by his girl that she wanted him to meet her family did. He'd just have to wait and see how it all came out.

As he held Gabriella, he couldn't stifle a yawn. "Damn," he said right after. "I need some sleep."
 
Sleep sounds good lover.

She curled up against him
 
Gabriella felt tremendous against him, as she always did. Her warm, soft curves welcomed him, and he drew her in as close as he could get her.

Their bodies so entwined, Greg let himself sleep...
 
She drifted off to sleep smiling softly at the thought of the only other person to really hold meaning and happiness in her life was willing to meet the only family that really mattered.
 
Greg woke up in the night to use the bathroom. Carefully, he extricated himself from the tangle of limbs and made his way to the bathroom.

On the way back, he stopped in the bedroom doorway and admired Gabriella's sleeping form. The street light coming through the window highlighted her curves, turning her into a sensuous work of art. Greg couldn't believe she was his. At that moment, who she was associated with had no bearing. She was simply beautiful, and she was his. It was mind-boggling. He really didn't know what women saw in men. He'd never thought he was a great prize, but the way Gabriella smiled at him, how she let her guard down around him, told him he meant so much to her that she didn't feel she needed to protect herself, even if he had put his foot in it several times in the last few days.

His cock started to stiffen, just looking at the knockout sleeping before him. He didn't intend to wake her,He certainly wasn't going to fuck her at the moment, but when he climbed back in bed, he definitely wanted his erection to touch her smooth, warm skin.

Feeling like the luckiest man alive, Greg got back in the bed and spooned himself up against Gabriella, his hard cock pressing against her just above her perfectly formed ass.

He then let himself sleep once more....
 
She always slept well near him. Her dreams danced around Uncle Alexi wanting to shoot pool with Greg and the others trying to hide their testing his ability to protect her from her knowing what they were doing. One big happy family.
 
Greg woke with Gabriella still close by him. It seemed no matter how late he stayed up, he was awake by 7. Try as he might to sleep in, it just never worked. However, with Gabriella still blissfully asleep there with him, he didn't get out of bed right away. For several minutes, he just lay there, feeling her warmth, listening to her calm, even breathing, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.

Eventually, though, his bladder called once again, so he got up to heed its warning. Now that he was up, though, it'd be fruitless for him to go back to bed, except only as a reason to stay close to Gabriella's perfect nudity.

As it was, though, he went into the kitchen, fired up the laptop for the morning's news and got a pot of coffee going.

The news wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. More political bullshit, a big fire across town, more fighting in the Middle East, that kind of thing. Pretty much same shit, different day.

When the coffee was done, he poured a cup and stood at the window, looking out over the part of the city he could see. He didn't give a shit that he was naked. He was in his own house. if the neighbors couldn't take it, that was their problem.
 
The smell of coffee and loss of warmth when she rolled over let her know he was awake. So she knew it was after 7 am or near 7. Walking over to him she slipped her arms around him with a kiss to his shoulder.

Morning lover...
 
Greg heard the light patter of naked feet on the floor, then felt the delightful warmth of Gabriella's body press against his back and her arms around his waist. When she kissed his shoulder with a cheerful-but-sultry, "Morning, lover," he turned, not breaking her embrace.

Putting down his coffee, he rested his hands just above Gabriella's perfect ass. "Morning, gorgeous," he replied, leaning down to kiss her. Having her so near, especially with the charm of sleep-induced dishevelment to add to her allure, Greg felt like the luckiest man alive. His cock started to respond to what he was feeling toward the beautiful woman standing with him, and he didn't care, because he knew she wouldn't mind. This was the first day since they'd met that he didn't have to run in for day shift.

Leading Gabriella over to the table, Greg sat in a chair, his cock standing straight up. "Climb on," he invited with a grin.
 
When Gabriella got that look in her eye, Greg knew he was in for more fun than just a first-thing-in-the-morning fuck. Wen she brought back his tie, he knew what she intended to do, and he could hardly wait. Greg had learned that one of Gabriella's favorite ways to fuck was when she was the one totally in charge, and he could do nothing about what she did. It didn't matter to him. He loved being bound and helpless for her, because she always made it worth his while.

Within seconds, his wrists were bound, and while it wasn't a total restraint, he knew what it meant. He'd be able to stand and move around the room if he wanted, but it would be as if he could barely move a muscle. And considering what would be happening, why the hell would he want to move?

When Gabriella was satisfied with the binding, she gave him a smile, then turned her glorious ass in his direction. Then, expertly, she reached back and grasped his cock and led it to her wet, waiting hole. In short order, she sat in his lap - maybe not quite like Greg had originally intended, but she'd hear no complaints from him.

And she proceeded to fuck and grind her incredible pussy on him. It was the best morning Greg had had in ages. Gabriella loved using him like a real, live dildo, and Greg had no problems with that.

"Oh, god, babe. That's incredible," he moaned. He intended to let her take the lead all day if that's what she wanted to do...
 
She continued to roll and ride against him for quite a while till she knew he was close then slipping off of him she turned around and straddled his lap facing him and letting him sink back in merely say there with that wicked little smile grinding against him just enough to keep sensation but not enough to send either of them over that edge.
 
There was a delightfully maddening deliberateness in the pace Gabriella was taking. Every other time, if there'd been time for sex in the morning, it was pretty quick, since Greg had to be out the door to get to work. Since he didn't need to go iin to work, there was no need to rush anything.

God, Greg loved watching Gabriella's perfect ass gyrate on him. It would have been hot enough if she'd merely been dancing in such a manner. That she was doing this sensuous dance while impaled on his cock practically melted his mind.

Greg was ready to hold back his orgasm as long as necessary - okay, as long as possible - to prolong the unbelievable pleasure Gabriella was giving him. However, her tremendous pussy, as well as her incredible talent, had him rocketing toward orgasm a whole lot sooner than he would have preferred.

Gabriella apparently sensed he was reaching the point of no return, but before the inevitable washed over him, she suddenly popped him free from her amazing cunt.

The shock of him leaving her place of ultimate pleasure eas almost enough to tip Greg over the edge he'd been teetering on for several minutes. Even if he had cum, he was pretty surre they wouldn't have been done. No, knowing Gabriella, she'd have simply kept fucking, ignoring the fabulous, agonizing over-sensitivity of post- orgasm.

Fortunately, though, he maintained a fingernail's worth of hold against his climax and prepared for whatever his beautiful tormentor had in mind next.

To Greg's delight, Gabriella just turned around with that wicked, knowing grin, watched his stiff cock bob in the air for a moment, then straddled him, like he'd expected her to do originally, sinking slowly and perfectly down his erection yet again. This time, instead of doing some sinuous belly dance routine while skewered on him, she merely sat, her fabulous tits jiggling slightly, the movements of her hips just enough to remind him where she was and to keep his click ticking, but not enough to nudge him any farther toward the pinnacle he'd been so near only a minute earlier.

"God, babe," he finally gasped, "that's so fucking good." Oh, how he wanted to lean forward and take one of her stiff nipples between his lips and suck like a starving baby, but tied as he was, he couldn't quite move far enough to reach her tits.

Greg was once again ready to take whatever Gabriella had to give him, and if she wanted to fuck in some manner all day, he certainly wasn't going to complain.

However...

"Uh, baby, I hate to stop what we're doing," he chuckled lightly, "but my legs are falling asleep." He'd been in this one position in the kitchen chair for quite a while, the hard edge biting into just the wrong part of his thighs...
 
Hearing his innocent plea she just smiled and began riding intently. Bouncing and grinding.

Well then you better cum for me baby.
 
Greg hadn't really expected Gabriella to stop. Neither did he want her to. Still, cumming was going to be difficult with the minute movements she was making, as well as the distraction the numbness in his legs was causing.

"Please, fuck me harder then, baby. Fuck me harder and I'll cum for you. Please..." he begged, willing to comply, but unable to do so without her help...
 
She was already riding intently as she bounced on his lap her own orgasm rolling ready to erupt.
 
When Gabriella started fucking faster, Greg felt the orgasm that'd been held at bay wake back up and announce its presence once more. It took under a minute before Greg was moaning loudly and his climax was upon him...
 
Her hips still bouncing wildly no matter how much she wanted to curl against his chest burying her face in his neck at the intensity of her orgasm.

Lover... She whimpered out as she bounced.
 
God, they came at the same time. It was the first simultaneous orgasm Greg had ever experienced. It was fantastic. Gabriella's pussy clenched at his spasming cock in perfect rhythm to its own pulses. It was almost as if she was milking him with her internal muscles.

Unfortunately, it was all over far too soon. Greg's climax was over well before Gabriella's, but she only writhed on him for a few seconds after he was left spent and panting before she collapsed on him.

He held her close, feeling her gasping for air as he did the same. Greg couldn't remember the last time he felt so close to another person.
 
She had untied his hands and balled up against his chest and neck.

Lover... A soft whisper fell from her lips.
 
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