“Ah!” She nods as her back bows. “Okay. Yes.”
I love having her body spread obediently for me, in my lap and at the mercy of how much I want to give her. I bite her neck, sucking the beginnings of a bruise into her skin as I sink my finger deeper.
“Oh god!”
“That’s it, baby. Tell me all about it. Does that feel good?”
Gemma catches a strangled half-cry. I wrap my other hand around her throat, tipping her head to me. My hand stills and she bucks against my wrist, silently begging for more.
“Don’t hold back. It’s just you and me here. Don’t hide anything from me. I want it all.”
Gemma’s breath leaves her in a rush and she gives a tiny nod. I kiss her cheek.
“Good girl. Get up on the bed.”
Gemma gets up, hesitantly perching on the edge of the bed. “Um.”
I crawl across the room to her like I’m a big mountain cat on the prowl for prey. When I reach her, I force her legs apart and slide between them, kneeling on the floor.
Gemma’s eyes are wide.
“You’re going to scream for me, sweetheart.”
I hook my fingers in the sides of the shorts and drag them down. She allows me to nudge her into place and settle between her legs. I hold her gaze for a minute, soaking in her evident desire. Then I drop my attention to her vagina. She’s bare for me and it’s glorious. I tease a light touch over her wet folds.
“Has anyone else ever tasted you here?”
A whimper sounds above me. I leer up at her. She shakes her head in response.
The all-consuming need to own every part of her, to erase every touch but my own rears up.
“Good. This,” I cup her slowly, “is all mine. Now lie back so I can eat your pussy.”
“Oh,” Gemma breathes, biting her lip.
Her face is flaming red. It takes her a beat, but she does as I say. At the first touch of my lips on her, she pops up on her elbows to watch with unwavering alertness. I lick her in a long stroke and her lips part on a gasp. My eyes flash up to her as I lick and suck her pussy.
Gemma’s legs part without resistance after that, widening to accommodate my shoulders. I hook her legs over them and drive her crazy with my mouth. I shove my hands beneath her and grasp her ass to give me leverage as I torture her clit.
It surprises me how she embraces her pleasure. She doesn’t fight it like others try to, embarrassed about feeling good. Instead, Gemma rides the tide of it with abandon as I take her higher and higher.
She’s stunning in every way.
Taking charge, claiming her pleasure, and bending her to submit feels like heaven as I rip her apart with my tongue.
I don’t think she’s aware of it when she starts to move, her hips rocking against my face in a carnal plea to give her what she needs. I squeeze her ass as I pleasure her with my mouth.
Gemma sounds wild, her moans and cries reaching a fever pitch that makes my cock throb. I love taking her apart like this. She claws at the bed, spreading her legs wider, begging in breathy groans for slower and wait, more there, right there, and oh god, yes, harder. I’m learning what she likes and the unbridled way she tells me what will draw her closer to orgasm feeds a fire inside me.
“Fuck, oh god, Lucas—I’m—I’m coming!”
Gemma arches from the bed with a sharp cry, bucking against my face. I flick my tongue and stroke her sides, pushing the hoodie higher so I can cup her tits as she comes in a mess of shaking limbs and hitching gasps. Her thighs clench around my head and I continue, pulling back to work her through it.
I slide two fingers into her pussy and her body seizes, legs tightening on my head and then spreading wider as I slowly pump them deeper, curling them. I hover my lips over her clit, catching my breath. Gemma’s body trembles and I can tell another orgasm is building.
It comes on fast, the heave of her chest telling the closer she gets. Her pussy clenches on my fingers and I suck on her clit.
“Oh my god,” Gemma moans as she shatters for me again.