My cock twitches.
“Such a good girl.” I brush my hand over her cheek.
She turns into my touch.
So fucking perfect.
“Slide off the bed a little more and open your mouth, baby.”
She does as I ask, her mouth right in front of my cock. I push in, and she groans around my length. Once she’s used to this new position, she touches me wherever she can reach. My gaze is glued to her, to every little thing she does, and I follow the path she draws with one of her hands as she slides it down her chest and squeezes her tits, before she moves between her legs to rub her fingers over her clit in desperate circles.
Fuck. She’s going to be the end of me.
Impatient, I pull out of her mouth and all but jump on the bed to lean against the headboard. “On my cock, passerotta. Right now.”
She’s unable to keep her grin at bay, smiling like the cat that got the cream. And cream she will get, so much of it pumped into her that it’ll drip out of her for days.
With one leg on each side of me, she lines herself up, but I don’t give her time to ease down. I thrust up, filling her in one go. We both gasp at the sensation, and Gemma falls forward, catching herself with her hands on my chest.
She closes her eyes and hums, the noise getting louder when I reach up and grab both of her breasts. I pinch her nipples, and she moans low in her throat, rocking back and forth on my cock. Her hips move so seductively, rolling forward and around to the back, I’m starting to see stars.
“Fuck.” I grip her hips, holding on to her flesh, and pump into her like a mad man, chasing this over-the-top euphoria that only she can give me.
Her moans get louder in time with my thrusts, and the instant she tightens around me, I’m done for. I come so hard, my vision turns dark for a split-second, my grip on her the only thing that keeps me grounded.
Motherfucker.
Cum drips onto my balls as Gemma shifts forward to lie on my chest.
Snuggling as close as possible, she presses her face into the crook of my neck.
A perfect fit in every way.
She yawns, and her lips move over my throat. “Some days I feel like you’re trying to kill me with orgasms.”
A chuckle rumbles through my chest. “That’s the last thing I want to do.”
She snorts. “Yeah, life without me must have been pretty boring.”
I smack her ass, immediately regretting it when she wiggles around and more cum runs out of her. Then my brain snaps back to her words. While life wasn’t necessarily boring before, she’s definitely added something to it that I didn’t know was missing. Something I was chasing, without ever realizing what it was.
It was her. Her energy, her smart mouth, her dark side, her insatiable taste for sex, her sweetness, her curiosity. Everything about her has brought richness to my life. A new layer of living.
“It’s certainly a lot better with you.”
At my words, she lifts her head to look at me, and I take that opportunity to kiss her. I tug her lower lip into my mouth and gently brush my tongue along it. Her upper lip is next, and then I devour her mouth. We kiss until my phone alarm rings and I pull back with an annoyed sigh, swatting blindly for it on the nightstand.
Gemma pouts, her lower lip pushed out. “You already have to go?”
I nod. “Nikolai isn’t known for his patience.”
She presses herself up on my chest and bobs her head reluctantly. “Fine. I got this new book I wanted to read anyway. Or maybe I’ll work out.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“I know.” She gives me one more kiss before she gets off me and walks to the bathroom.
Satisfaction thunders in my chest at the sight of my cum running down her inner thigh.