He picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to her room. Once her back was on the mattress, he quickly undressed.
Gemma started to do the same.
He pushed her back to the bed and kissed her deeply. He growled out, “Don’t you dare do my job.”
She smirked, wondering if this was what it was like to feel worshiped by a man.
Her clothes were ripped from her and Weyland appeared above her again, nestled oh so delicately between her legs. The tip of his hard erection pressed against her swollen, wet entrance. His mouth claimed hers as his dick slowly slid inside her.
She sucked in a breath, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she arched her back against his methodic movements.
He gripped her legs, placing each of them over his shoulder, and moved even deeper into her.
Gemma couldn’t think straight. The delightful sensations rushed over her in waves of pleasure that was divine, otherworldly, and just pure ecstasy. And the way he was controlled in his movements was mind-blowing.
Pressure started to build within her center. Her breaths became more ragged. Her nails raked along the peaks and valleys of muscle that covered his arms.
And then it hit.
The orgasm of orgasms.
The pillar of pleasure.
The ultimate climax.
She cried into the air of her apartment as he moved in her, still controlled, still mind-blowing.
He settled her legs on either side of him. “Can you do anymore?”
She stared at him as though he spoke a different language.
“Are you worn out?” he asked.
“That was a powerful orgasm. I don’t know if I have any more in me,” she said.
“I appreciate your honesty,” he said and plowed into her with surprising force. He plowed into her pussy so hard and fast that she wasn’t sure if her wall was going to have holes in it from the bed frame.
After about two minutes of being torn from the inside out, she orgasmed again. She tightened her sex around his organ and buried her face into his neck. All the while she kept thinking of how he was full of wonderful surprises.
Weylan bent over her and grunted, slipping his fingers into Gemma’s hair and clutching a fist. The feel of his body over hers was amazing and warm and smooth. His movements turned jerky, and he grunted more. Then hot liquid spilled inside her and she sucked in a breath, letting it out in a slow sigh.
He ended their night of sex with a kiss and helped her under the covers. She closed her eyes, falling asleep to the warmth around her body.
In the morning, she woke to find him, and his wonderful warmth, missing. He had left.
It was better this way.