My clit pulses.
How is that even possible?
He grinds against my butt, and I press back.
I hate myself a little for that.
One of his hands goes to my throat as he licks and nips his way down and over my shoulder. He bites me, freaking bites me, and I moan.
Something is clearly wrong with me.
“Is that what you were thinking about when you watched me in the shower? About my cock deep inside your pussy?”
Chapter9
Matteo
I’m not sure who I’m torturing more, her or me?
My balls still feel heavy and ache, although I just came so hard in the shower I almost lost my balance.
Gemma’s ass moves against me, her body craving friction with a desperation that rivals mine.
But she’s more stubborn than I am, or maybe it’s her loyalty and sense of right and wrong that makes her not want to give in. Which would be admirable in any other circumstance where my dick isn’t begging to be inside her on an almost daily basis.
Nothing in the last few months, not even trying to find my cousin’s murderer, has made me feel as alive as Gemma does. There’s something about her that gets under my skin. It’s more than her beauty, more than her sweet cunt that I want to make mine. Even though that’s all I can think about right now.
Sliding the shirt off her shoulder, I lick her skin. “Tell me, did you touch yourself?”
I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I enjoy playing this game with her. If this tension between us drives her half as insane as it does me, she gets off on this push and pull just as much.
When I got out of the shower, I skipped my underwear and jumped straight into my sweats. Which now allows me to easily change my angle. After pulling back, I thrust forward again, but this time, I go lower, which puts me straight between her unspread legs, making this both a tight fit and an absolute godsend. Holy shit, the friction is unreal.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
Push.
“I thought of you when I came all over my hand.”
Push.
“About your pussy.”
Push.
“And how much I wanted to be deep inside you.”
Gemma moves back against me, and I’m so delirious, I’m about two seconds away from either yanking her pants down or ripping them apart at the seam, so I can fuck her.
“Oh my God, Matteo. Please.” Gemma arches her back.
She grinds her ass against me, and I snap.
Tugging her back by the throat, I growl in her ear, “Please what?”
“I need to come,” she moans and whimpers. “Touch me. I’m begging you.”
I don’t make her wait and shove my hand down the front of her pants. “Fuck. You’re dripping, baby.”