10. Goose
Chapter 10
Goose
I was doing a good job of hiding it, but I was angry. No, scratch that. I was fucking pissed.
It was an unfamiliar emotion. I never let anything bother me, but I couldn’t let go of the rage I felt toward Gemma’s past lovers. Not only for failing to worship her body properly, thus ensuring her pleasure, but in turn for making her believe she was incapable of achieving it.
That way of thinking ended tonight.
Tonight, I was determined to push her over the edge so many times that she forgot how to speak, how to breathe, how to survive without my touch.
Standing inside her bathroom, I stared at Gemma, whose gaze was locked on the razor perched between my fingers.
I knew what she had been doing downstairs. She was trying to find any excuse not to let this happen, but she’d severely underestimated me if she thought I would walk away over something so trivial as pubic hair. I fought back the urge to clench my jaw at the thought that some asshole had made her believe it was a requirement to be bare.
“This doesn’t work with your clothes on, Kitten.”
Nerves crept in, and I watched her hands tremble by her side. Vulnerability was scary, but she had nothing to fear from me. All I wanted to do was care for her and cherish her, and I was determined to spend the rest of my life doing so. Even if she wasn’t ready to accept that inevitability yet.
Fingers came up to toy with the tie at her waist, which held her sexy black dress together.
“I—” Stunning hazel eyes dropped to the floor, and teeth dug into her lower lip.
Stepping closer, I placed fingers beneath her chin to bring her gaze up to meet mine as my thumb tugged her lip free. “Tell me what I can do to make this easier for you.”
Gemma let out a shaky breath and asked, “Can you take off your clothes, too?”
“Of course.” Dipping my head, I placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I will always do anything you need to feel comfortable. Never be afraid to ask.”
I was rewarded with her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling the tie free until golden strands fell around us like a curtain.
“Strip for me, Sasha.”
Her whispered demand shot a bolt of lust straight to my already painfully hard cock. With my free hand, I pressed a palm over it, willing it to calm down. Right now, Gemma’s pleasure was my sole focus.
Easing back a few steps, I placed the razor down before shucking my suit jacket, laying it over the edge of the sink. Next, I went to work on my shirt buttons, slipping each one through its loop until the sides hung loose, revealing my skin.
I was pleasantly surprised when Gemma moved toward me, her tentative hands hovering over the toned flesh of my torso.
“Touch me,” I begged, desperate to feel her hands on my body.
She licked her lips, and the first graze of her fingertips had me sucking in a harsh breath, causing her to freeze.
“Keep going,” I commanded.
Her palms flattened over my abs, skimming over the muscles ridge by ridge until she reached my pecs. I wondered if she could feel my heart racing, threatening to beat out of my chest.
When she reached my shoulders, my shirt fell away, fluttering to the floor.
Gemma traced each line of the tattoos lining my entire right arm.
The sleeve had taken years to complete. I might not remember my homeland, having never returned once my parents immigrated, but I was raised to appreciate our culture, our roots. So, I’d had my body inked as a reminder of where I came from.
“You like?”
She nodded, meeting my gaze. “It’s beautifully done.” Huffing out a soft laugh, she mused, “I wondered why these symbols looked so strange the day we met. I get it now.”
The Cyrillic alphabet was like none other, and I’d learned it alongside the English one.
“What does it mean?”
I peeked down at the Russian proverb I’d taken to heart a long time ago.
“Every cloud has a silver lining.”
Gemma rolled her eyes at me often, but this was the first time she did so in a playful way. “Ever the optimist, aren’t you?”
“Better than the alternative,” I countered.
“Yeah,” she breathed out. “Maybe you’re right.”
The air in the room was charged, but the spark that threatened to ignite the flame was when Gemma placed her hands on my belt buckle. I covered them, and she peeked up at me in question.
“I want to take my time with you tonight, and I can’t promise that will happen if you so much as graze my cock right now, baby,” I explained.
Understanding dawned, and her eyes grew wide. “Oh!”
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
Swallowing, she shook her head.
“Just the idea of your hot pussy stretched around my dick has me threatening to blow my load. And I promised myself the only place I’d allow myself to do that tonight would be inside you. So I’m begging you to let me keep a little bit of my dignity right now while I make good on my promise to take care of you first. If that’s all right with you, of course.”
“Uh-huh,” Gemma said in a daze.
“Good. I’m going to take off my pants, and I suggest you sit on the edge of the tub to watch because I don’t want you to fall over when you see what’s in store for you later.”
A snort sounded. “Cocky much?”
I chuckled because she had no idea. “Guess you’re about to find out. Go sit.”
Backing away slowly, she perched her juicy ass on the bathtub, gripping the porcelain lip so tight her knuckles turned white.
With practiced ease, I maneuvered my fingers over the cool metal buckle of my belt, not bothering to remove it completely as I undid the button of my suit pants and lowered the zipper. My cock sprang through the opening, still concealed beneath my boxer briefs.
Toeing off my shoes, I decided to just go for it, hooking my thumbs inside the waistband of both my pants and underwear and wrenching them down my thighs, kicking them away as I straightened.
Gemma’s gasp reached my ears, and I smirked, knowing my ego would be getting a major boost tonight.
“Jesus Christ,” she breathed out.
Hazel eyes honed in on my cock standing thick and proud. Reaching down, I gripped it and squeezed, the pressure only offering a fraction of relief.
“Your turn, Kitten,” I prompted.
If I wasn’t so damn turned on, I might’ve been amused at how she remained frozen, likely wondering how in the hell I was going to make it fit. I wasn’t about to scare her and let her know it was going to take some work and several orgasms before she could even think about handling my size.
Prowling closer, I knelt before her. Skimming from her knee to her ankle, I was met with bare skin that rippled with goosebumps everywhere I touched. She was just as affected as I was by this insane chemistry we’d barely begun to explore.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Gemma stammered.
Flicking the clasp of her shoe, I guided it off her foot. “If you want to wear nothing but these come-fuck-me heels in bed, I won’t stop you, but for our purposes in the bathroom, I think it’s best we remove them.”
“Right.” Her breathing grew shallow as I drew circles on her opposite ankle with my thumb, teasing her flesh as I slipped off her second heel.
Pulling back, I offered her my hand. “Up you go.”
Palm sliding against mine, she let me ease her off the side of the tub.
“You ready?” I gave a warning tug on the tie at her waist.
Closing her eyes briefly before reopening them, she nodded.
“You’re safe,” I promised before sliding the satin through the loop. The material parted, revealing the lacy black bra and panty set beneath.
I pushed the dress off her shoulders before stepping back to survey her stunning form.
Gemma’s cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink, a lighter color than when she was angry but no less stunning.
Needing to memorize every inch, I took my time drinking her in, my eyes scanning her from head to toe.
Lush, creamy tits.
Rounded, soft belly.
Wide, grippable hips.
Thick, dimpled thighs.
That’s where I paused, my vision focusing on several straight white lines marking her upper thighs.
Sensing my focused attention on the area, Gemma moved to cover herself.
I pushed her hands away. “Don’t hide from me.”
A tiny whimper sounded, and I made sure to look her in the eyes when I said, “You are perfect, just as you are.”
And I meant it. I wouldn’t change a single thing about her.
Cupping her cheek, I nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. “You want to take off your underwear, or do you need me to do it for you?”
“I-I can do it.”
“That’s my girl.” I pressed a kiss to the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat before giving her the space she needed to bare herself to me fully.
Bracing myself on the sink, I stroked myself slowly as Gemma reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away, her full, round breasts bouncing free. I didn’t bother biting back a groan. I wanted her to know exactly how much I desired her.
Next, she eased the lace panties over her hips and down her thighs, stepping out of them, leaving her completely naked.
I hummed, imagining all the ways I was going to destroy that body.
But that would have to wait for another night. Tonight, we’d go slow and savor the experience.
Reaching behind me, I let my fingers close around the handle of the razor I’d discarded before our combined striptease.
“Do you prefer shaving cream or soap?”
The gravity of the intimate act I was about to perform must’ve finally sunk in, and Gemma shifted on her feet. “You don’t have to do this.”
“That’s up to you, baby.” My gaze dropped to the short black hair covering her mound. “I’ve told you I’m unbothered by your natural state, but I’ll do whatever makes you most comfortable.”
She reached for the razor. “No, I mean. I can do it myself.”
I yanked my hand back. “You would deny me the pleasure of showing you how gentle I can be?”
It meant so much more, though, and we both knew it. Allowing me to wield the blade against her most sensitive flesh would take an unparalleled amount of trust, and while I craved it, she was terrified to surrender.
We stared at each other in a silent showdown, until finally, she said, “Shaving cream.”
Moving to the products lining a shelf built into the tiled wall of the shower, I selected the canister of shaving cream. I shook it before pressing the button, and thick foam filled my hand.
“One foot on the tub, Kitten,” I instructed as I turned on the faucet, testing the temperature before wetting a washcloth.
When I turned around, I found Gemma in position, her foot poised on the edge, toes pointed, legs spread wide to show me the first glimpse of the pink treasure hidden between them.
It was exquisite torture being this close, knowing I had a task to complete before I could devour that pussy.
Squeezing the cloth to eliminate excess moisture, I wiped down between her legs, relishing the full-body shudder when I not-so-accidentally put some pressure on her swollen clit.
Can’t come, my ass.
Spreading the shaving cream over her pubic bone and lower, I warned, “Stay still.”
A rush of air was my only response, but Gemma complied, keeping her body motionless, as I pulled the skin taut with one thumb while gliding the razor in smooth, even strokes. I worked silently until I’d removed every last trace of hair, wiping the area down with the washcloth once more to cleanse away any remnants of shaving cream.
“Better?” I sat back on my heels to admire my handiwork, allowing Gemma to do the same.
“Yes. Thank you.” She lowered her foot to the ground.
Lightning-quick, I banded my arms around her ass, drawing her to me and burying my face between her thighs.
Gemma yelped, pounding on my shoulders. “Sasha! What are you doing?”
Inhaling deeply, I groaned. “Fuck, baby. You smell so good.” Then my tongue darted out, desperate for a tiny sample of her sweet nectar, and the woman in my arms melted.
“Holy shit.”
“I’m not going to make it to the bedroom,” I confessed before I dove in, feasting on her pussy while trying to keep her from collapsing.
Her flavor burst onto my tastebuds, and I became addicted. Instantly, I knew I would never tire of her taste, her smell, her essence. It would keep me alive, nourishing me for the rest of my life.
Shifting to throw one of her legs over my shoulder, I anchored my hands on her hips, holding her steady while I circled her clit in dizzying strokes.
“Fuck.” Gemma’s voice sounded distant with the blood rushing in my ears.
Flattening my tongue, I urged her to rock over me, using the pressure to her liking. Moans filled the air as she chased her pleasure.
Her thighs began to tremble, and I could tell she was close. Pride surged in my chest that I was seconds away from shattering every perception she had about enjoying sex.
And that was the exact moment I decided to pull away.
“Nooooo,” she whined.
Greedily, I licked my lips, savoring every trace of her arousal left behind on my face.
Rising to my feet, I groaned when my rock-hard dick brushed against the soft skin of her stomach.
Her breathy pants had me remembering my mission, and I taunted. “What’s the matter, baby? Thought you couldn’t come.”
The green in her hazel eyes brightened in lust, and she shoved at my chest. I let her go, allowing her to step past me and toward the bedroom. Over her shoulder, she shot back, “And I still haven’t. Just as I suspected, you’re all talk.”
A growl vibrated through my chest, and I lunged for her. She squealed, trying to run from me, but she was no match for my reflexes, honed from years of practice.
Hooking my arm around her waist, I grunted at the force of the impact when I pulled her back against my front. My free hand came to rest across her chest, holding her to me as I slid its partner lower to tease my fingers through her slit.
Gemma melted in my arms, hips shifting, searching for contact as my barely-there touch ghosted over her clit.
“Say please,” I commanded in her ear, my voice low and rough.
Fingernails dug into my forearm, trying to hold me in place so she could rub against my hand between her thighs.
A whimper sounded when she couldn’t get the friction she craved.
“Ask me nicely for what you want.” I nipped her earlobe.
“You’re an asshole,” she gritted out.
“Aw, baby,” I cooed. “Change your mind about me being a nice guy already?”
She craned her neck. I loved the fire in her eyes as she spat, “You gave a real moving speech outside about coming last, but now you’re toying with me. I’m not your plaything, Sasha.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” With that, I shifted my hand, bypassing her clit and sinking two fingers deep inside her.
Her surprised gasp quickly turned into a moan as I slid them in and out, working her body over like it was mine to command. Which, technically, it was. No other man would lay hands on her body, and I would take it as my personal mission to make sure she was never left unsatisfied ever again.
The heel of my palm ground against her needy clit while her ass rubbed torturously against my cock as she writhed in my arms.
With my free hand, I cupped her breast, weighing the fullness as I kneaded it, thumb brushing over her distended nipple.
“Oh, God. Right there.”
With an evil smirk on my face, I slid my fingers from her warmth, kissing the nape of her neck before stepping back.
On shaky legs, Gemma spun around, fury blazing in those hazel depths as she watched me slip my fingers—slick with her arousal—into my mouth and sucking them clean.
Smacking my lips, I declared, “Delicious.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she practically screamed.
Oooh. I got a small thrill at seeing her lose her temper.
That’s it, baby. Let those claws come out. Scratch me to hell.
“Problem?” I teased, the smirk on my face sure to piss her off further.
Huffing, Gemma placed both hands on her bare hips. “You know damn well there is. Unless you want to get dressed and leave, you better stop fooling around and finish what you started.”
“With pleasure.”
“Heard that before.” Her eye roll was audible.
She was close enough to the edge of her bed that when I stalked closer, I was able to grip the back of her thighs and flip her onto her back on the mattress.
Dropping to my knees, I buried my face in her sweet pussy, feasting on her like a starving man. Content to spend the rest of the night between her creamy thighs, my tongue lapped at her, searching out every drop of her desire.
Fingers tangled in my hair, and I pulled back enough to lock eyes with her; she was staring down at me slack-jawed, eyes glazed over in lust.
Her moan shot straight to my dick when I hummed against her sensitive flesh before speaking. “That’s it, baby. You tug on my hair and put my mouth exactly where you want it.”
Her grip tightened, shoving me face-first back into her pussy. Happily, I let her direct me as I teased the swollen bud beneath my tongue, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks.
A whine sounded above me as her hips bucked against my face. She was searching, trying to figure out what would tip her over the edge—an edge she was adamant she hadn’t successfully been thrown over.
And throwing her over was exactly what I planned to do. As many times as I was able.
With her juices dripping down my chin and onto the comforter, I brought my hand up to shove two fingers roughly inside her.
Her back bowed off the bed as she cried out my name.
Satisfaction, raw and powerful, surged through my veins. This was it. I had her exactly where I wanted her, so now it was time to light the fuse and enjoy the fireworks.
Curling my fingers, I rubbed against her front wall, unrelenting when she let out a guttural groan.
Come on, baby. Shatter for me.
Pulling her clit between my teeth, I tugged while pulsing my fingers, daring her to put on what I already knew would be the most breathtaking show on Earth.
“Sasha!” My name was screamed as tremors racked her body, and a rush of warmth flooded past my fingers and onto my face.
I couldn’t drink it down fast enough, desperate for more.
“Give me another,” I commanded, fucking her hard with my hand, adding a third finger and ignoring her squeals of protest from above.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Her chants were barely audible over my primal need to make her come again.
Her nails dug into my scalp, and I could practically feel her indecision on whether to hold me closer to her or shove me away. It was a good thing I had already decided I wasn’t moving from this spot until she came on my face for a second time.
“Oh God, I can’t.”
I flicked furiously with my tongue; there was no room for mercy. I was bound and determined to shatter all her notions about her capacity for sexual gratification.
This time, her orgasm was silent, though her body seized, hips lifting off the mattress, trying to escape the unending waves of pleasure as they stole over her.
I eased her down gently, removing my fingers and stroking her inner thighs as I slowed my tongue. She was so sensitive, even that had her squealing, but boneless as she was, she couldn’t draw away.
“Please.” Her whispered plea had me withdrawing completely to drink in the sight of her.
Gemma was an absolute vision, lying limp on the bed. Pale skin was flushed pink, and her jet-black hair lay like a halo around her head. Dark lashes fanned her cheeks with her eyes shut, lips parted as stuttered exhales flew past.
She was breathtaking, and she was all mine.
Crawling up the bed, I trailed fingertips over her skin, starting at her ankle and working my way up over her hip, around the curve of her breast, until I had her cheek cupped in my palm.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, lips ghosting over hers as my thumbs brushed over the tear tracks that ran from the corner of her eyes until they disappeared into her dark hair at her temples.
“And you’re wicked,” she breathed out.
“Are you still unsatisfied, Kitten?”
“I don’t know what I am.” Her lashes fluttered and slowly raised until she met my gaze as I hovered above her.
“Hmm.” I dipped my head, trailing a path of kisses down her neck to her sternum, before continuing my trek lower. “Maybe I’ll keep going down on you until you figure it out.”
“Don’t you dare!” Gemma’s voice rose in panic, her hands reaching for me.
I pressed my lips to the smooth skin right above her navel. “Just trying to make up for thirty-seven long years without a toe-curling orgasm.” Lifting my head to meet her stare, I asked, “Your toes did curl, right? Because if not, I need to do a better job.”
Staring at me for a minute, she finally spoke. “You know how old I am?”
My head tilted to the side. “I returned your license, remember?”
Lips twisting, she mused, “Isn’t that breaking some cardinal rule about asking a woman her age?”
“Maybe, but I’m not sorry.”
“Of course you’re not,” Gemma muttered. “Are you planning to share your age with me anytime soon? Just to keep it fair?”
“Twenty-eight.” My reply was said against her soft skin.
A groan sounded from above, and I peeked up in time to see her throwing an arm over her eyes. “Oh my God. You’re a baby.”
Gripping her free hand, I shifted enough that I could wrap her fingers around my aching cock. “I think we both know that’s not true.”
“Jesus.”
She squeezed, and I nearly came undone from that action alone. I’d been holding back for her sake, but I wasn’t going to last much longer.
My cock wept as Gemma gave a tentative stroke, and I had to pry her fingers away before I embarrassed myself.
“Sure you don’t want another one riding my face? I’ll let you sit on it, using it as your throne.”
“Um—I—” she stuttered before finally saying, “Maybe another time.”
I flashed her with a victorious grin. She might not have realized what she said, but she was already thinking about more—more sex, more of us together—and that meant the door was cracked open for our future.
“What’s that look for?” Gemma’s lips and brows both drew down.
“Just so fucking happy, Kitten. Thank you for letting me in.”
“So. . .” She swallowed. “Is that, uh, thing only for show? Or do you know how to use it?”
A loud laugh burst from my lips. When she glared at me in response, I forced myself to calm enough to reply. “What happened to my little firecracker? The one who raised hell in the middle of a crowded public place? Is she shy in private? Can’t say the word cock?”
“Not sure that”—she shot a pointed look at my thick erection—“can be wielded without the proper license. It’s practically a weapon.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve logged the required practice hours.” I winked.
“Cocky,” she huffed, proving that she could indeed say the word.
“No,” I countered. “Confident is the word you’re looking for. And I’m about to show you why.”
Sitting up on my knees, I found myself perched between her spread-open thighs. Her glistening pink pussy was practically taunting me, screaming, Come and get me; I’m all yours.
When I swiped my fingers through her slit, Gemma gasped, hips bucking. I teased two fingers inside easily, then a third, spreading them as I prepared her. She hissed when I tried to add a fourth. I knew the stretch was intense, but it was necessary. My cock wouldn’t be able to fit otherwise.
One eye was on my actions between her thighs; the other kept a close watch on her face, not wanting to push her too far. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, eyes squeezed shut as she grimaced.
She wasn’t fully ready, but I couldn’t watch her like this for much longer.
I removed my hand, and she sighed in relief, the tension leaving her body.
Leaning over her, I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking it in as far as it would go while my tongue teased the peak. My palm squeezed its partner, her tits overflowing my large hands. Gemma’s back arched as she clutched my head closer to her breast, silently begging me not to stop.
My dick brushed against her slick pussy, and I groaned, removing my mouth to place tiny bite marks on a path from her chest to her neck. Burying my face there, I positioned my cock so the underside was fitted against her slit, rocking to provide pressure to her clit.
She needed to come again. That was the only way this was going to work.
“Oh fuck.” Gemma’s neck arched on a moan when she realized what I was doing. “Sasha, I can’t.”
“You have to, baby.” I raised my head from the crook of her neck to drink deeply from her lips as I rocked faster, praying I wouldn’t set myself off in my quest to ready her for my cock.
She tore her mouth away, gasping. “You’ve made your point.”
“Not even close.” A dark chuckle accompanied those words, and her green-gold eyes widened, mouth parting as she fell apart beneath me.
“That’s it. Just like that. You’re doing so well.”
Gemma whimpered, fingernails digging into my biceps as she rode out her orgasm.
When she finally sagged into the mattress, I shifted my hips to center myself at her entrance. Having her fully sated when I pushed in those first few inches was a blessing—she didn’t tense to fight me. Though it didn’t matter; I met resistance anyway. Curse of having a massive dick. It was work to fit myself fully inside any woman, but damn, was it sweet as hell when I finally did.
Gemma became lucid enough to realize what was happening, and her pussy clamped down.
Grunting, I gritted out, “This doesn’t work if you don’t relax, babe.”
She sucked in a sharp breath when I tried to push forward unsuccessfully. “It’s not going to fit.”
“Do you trust me?”
Huffing out a pained laugh, she replied, “I let you shave me.”
It wasn’t a straight-out, yes, but it was close enough.
“Listen to me carefully.” Her eyes cracked open enough to peer up at me through thick black lashes. “When I tell you to, take a deep breath, okay?”
Letting out a shaky exhale, she nodded beneath me.
“Good.”
Leaning down, I teased my tongue into her mouth. That distracted her enough that I was able to slide in a fraction more. She clung to me, her hands roving from my shoulders into my hair as she moved my head from side to side, battling back as we kissed.
Easing away, I rested my forehead against hers.
“Ready?”
She hummed in the affirmative.
Fitting my hand between our bodies, I poised my thumb over her clit.
“Now.”
Her sharp inhale was audible as I rubbed tight circles over that swollen bud. Gemma jolted beneath me, and that was when my hips surged forward, locking us together.
Yelping, she gave a tentative first rock of her hips, and it took everything in my power to keep from exploding. She was so fucking hot and tight that I was barely hanging on by a thread.
“You feel so good,” I gritted out, hitching one of her thighs over my hip.
Breaths coming in short pants, she pushed at my shoulders. “Wait!”
Rearing back, I stared down at her. “Am I hurting you?”
“It’s”—she measured her words carefully—“intense, but that’s not the issue.”
My hair curtained us when I drew closer, rubbing my thumb across the curve of her cheekbone. “Then what is it?”
“I don’t”—Gemma’s eyes dipped down before returning to meet my gaze—“I don’t remember you putting on a condom.”
She was right. We were skin-to-skin.
Did I have a condom sitting inside my wallet? Yes.
Did I have even a fleeting thought about retrieving it? No.
Did I make it a habit to go bare? Absolutely not. This was the first time in my life I’d done so, which was probably why I was struggling to hold onto my control.
But this was Gemma—my forever. I didn’t want there to be any barriers between us when our bodies joined for the first time.
Nuzzling her nose, I promised, “I’m clean, baby. You don’t have to worry.”
“Sasha, I’m not on birth control,” she protested.
That unlocked something primal, deep within me. Visions of Gemma, belly swollen, carrying our child had me wanting to mark her, to claim her for all time.
I’d always known I wanted children. But buried deep inside the woman I planned to spend the rest of my life with, it became a compulsion.
Suddenly, nothing else mattered. I needed her pregnant. Now.
A relieved rush of air flew past her lips when my hips pulled back, but when I slammed home, the impact so forceful it shoved her up the bed, she screeched, “Sasha! Didn’t you hear me?”
I withdrew, leaving only the tip inside her before thrusting into her again, grinding when I bottomed out.
“I heard you.” Lust gripped me in a chokehold, and I couldn’t stop pounding into her.
There was a war raging in my brain. One half knew that I couldn’t do this without her consent, while the other could only focus on the vivid picture that had come to me with crystal clarity—a premonition of my future.
“Just let me feel you for a bit,” I begged, hips pistoning beyond my control, faster and faster.
“This is a bad idea.”
That was the last thing Gemma said before her eyes rolled back, and she succumbed to the pleasure of our bodies moving as one.
Before long, our skin was slick with sweat, my hair plastered to the sides of my face.
The moans coming from the woman beneath me were music to my ears, but I wanted to make her scream, to make her remember this night so she wouldn’t be able to live without me.
Widening my knees, I maneuvered her legs to rest on my shoulders before pressing down, folding her in half. In this position, she was pinned to the bed, at my mercy, and the change in angle was perfect to accomplish my goal.
Pressing down with my upper body, I kept her immobile, only pulling my hips back enough to slam into her with jarring strokes. It was a double whammy, the base of my cock rubbing along her clit with every thrust while the head of my cock acted as a battering ram on her G-spot.
“Sasha!” she cried out as I pummeled her pussy.
Anger surged in my veins.
Who the fuck is Sasha?
I took out my rage on her sweet body, ratcheting up my pace between her thighs, intent on punishing her for yelling another man’s name during sex.
Then my memory kicked in.
Holy shit. Her pussy fried my brain. Going bare has me forgetting my own damn name!
Within minutes, she was past the point of soft mewls. Loud grunts sounded from deep within her throat, filling the air as I claimed her body, desperate to send her soaring.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. It’s time to fly.” My jaw was clenched, holding my own orgasm at bay.
A shrill scream pierced through my hazy hearing, and Gemma convulsed, trembling violently, and I finally let go.
I let her legs fall from their perch, gripping her hips and driving home with one aim in mind—filling her up.
The “nice guy” inside me knew I should stop, that I’d already taken this too far without protection, but I couldn’t. She felt like fucking heaven.
Gemma clawed at me, sobbing, telling me she couldn’t take anymore, but I was right fucking there.
“Fuck!” I roared.
My balls drew up, and I was barely able to pull out in time as thick ropes of cum shot onto her belly, marking her as mine.
Chest heaving, I narrowly managed to miss collapsing atop her as I fell to the bed.
Our panting was the only sound in the room as we both recovered from our intense climaxes.
My limbs were heavy, but I managed to turn my head, whispering hoarsely, “You’re fucking incredible.”
Eyes still closed, Gemma didn’t respond, but the corner of her lips quirked up the tiniest bit, and I knew deep down that she felt this connection too.