I pull my fingers free and press my face into her stomach, out of breath and so fucking hard I’m a little dizzy. Her shaking hands bury in my hair, holding on as her body rides the waves of pleasure.
“God, god, god,” she whispers in a tight, wrecked voice.
A lazy grin stretches across my face. “That’s what I like to hear. You can call me that from now on.”
Gemma swats my shoulder with no heat, her hand falling back to the bed. I lift to climb on the bed. I collapse beside her and toss my leg over her thighs, rutting my cock against her hip. Propping on an elbow, I lean over to give her a deep kiss.
I know she tastes herself on my tongue.
As we make out, I grab her wrist and drag her hand over my sweatpants on my erection. Gemma pushes my back to the bed and sits up. Her eyes are focused and she chews the corner of her lip. She bounces her gaze between my face and my crotch.
I cross my arms behind my head and let her figure it out.
Gemma peels my pants down and blinks at my cock. She saw it in the shower, but I like the determined tilt of her mouth. She wraps her fingers around it and I let out a sigh,
my eyelids closing.
When her lips touch the tip, my eyes fly open. A groan rips from me.
Gemma looks perfect, her hair dishevelled, green eyes bright, lips swollen as they kiss my cock. It takes everything not to slam into her mouth.
“Only if you want to.” My words belie how much I want her mouth on my cock. “I’m not going to make you do it.”
“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t into it. I want to,” Gemma murmurs, then takes my cock into her mouth and sucks.
Fuck.
The wet heat of her mouth is sublime. I want to live in it forever.
I drag in air through my nose and rest a hand on the back of her head. My fingers dig at the elastic tie until her hair is loose for me to grip. I keep my word. I don’t fuck her face at my pace, but I keep my fingers in her hair the whole time as she works my dick.
When she peeks at me through her lashes I groan, my hold tightening in her hair. She moans around my cock and it ignites a coil of fire.
“Shit, that’s it, baby. I’m almost there.” I trace her lips as they stretch around my cock and, fuck me, she parts them further to take it all—cock and fingers. “God, look at you. You going to swallow all my come when I fill your mouth?”
She nods.
My thighs start to shake as I tip over the edge and shoot into her mouth. I don’t have time to warn her other than clenching my fist in her hair. She makes a startled noise when my come hits her tongue, but grabs my hips and swallows.
“Good girl,” I rasp as my cock throbs.
My orgasm electrifies me, sparking across my skin in a blaze of white-hot pleasure.
Once I return to earth, I release a ragged exhale and grab Gemma, tugging her up my body. Our lips crash together as I roll her over, covering her body with mine. As we kiss, I strip her, only parting to drag our tops off.
When we’re both naked, we collide like joining stars.
Nothing is between us, our skin sliding together. Her nipples harden against my chest and I hike her leg over my hip. I need all of her, the hunger far from sated.
The kiss is no longer me devouring her, but a rushing river that drowns both of us until we’re destroyed.
I embrace the destruction Gemma brings.
Nothing feels better than this.
My cock hardens for another round and I glide the head against her folds. She goes so rigid I worry she might crack into jagged pieces.
Those pieces might never fit back together if I break her. The power to destroy and protect both sit in my hands, weighed on each side like scales.