Chapter 31
Jemma felt the cool air caress her bare skin, but she was consumed by the achingly familiar feeling of Saif touching her. Nearly every night since she’d left, she’d wanted him back. Now he was here and his fingers were driving her wild!
“Yes!” she gasped when his hand cupped her breast. But it wasn’t enough. Reaching down, she grabbed his thumb, brushing the pad over her nipple. “Like that,” she sighed, spreading her legs wider so she could rock her hips and feel his erection against that nub.
“Like this?” he asked, and his hot mouth closed over that same tip, but his thumb was still there and she moaned his name, shifting her hips against him, desperately seeking that release that her body had missed for so long.
With his tongue teasing her nipple, she felt like she was about to explode with need.
“Shirt, Saif! Please!” she hissed, reaching lower to fumble with his belt as Saif reached over his head and pulled his dress shirt off, tossing it away.
She finally released the belt and quickly unzipped and pushed his slacks down, gripping his erection with one hand.
Saif froze, his gaze burning hotter as his hips rolled against her hand.
He looked down at her breast, then into her eyes, as she squeezed his shaft.
Her thumb stroked the tip, the edge, just underneath that throbbing ridge on the spot he’d showed her so long ago that was extra sensitive.
He muttered something under his breath that she didn’t understand, but the words somehow turned her on even further. Which seemed impossible because she was right on the edge! One more touch from him and she’d explode!
Did he realize how close she was? Had she moved in some way that warned Saif that she was riding the edge of bliss?
Because he pulled away, his eyes glowing with need now.
He stood up, kissing her fingertips briefly, then stepped away and stripped the rest of his clothes off.
He paused to grab something from a drawer and Jemma realized it was a condom.
He’d remembered protection and she was extremely grateful for that.
She’d just gone through a tough year and while she adored Jayla, another pregnancy at this point in her life, when everything was so undefined, would be a bad thing.
When he came back to her, Jemma felt her heart quicken. He grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head, then settled himself on top of her.
“Are you sure?” he asked again.
Jemma licked her lips, rolling her hips eagerly. “Yes,” she whispered, then lifted her head to kiss him. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered against his lips.
That must have been what he’d needed to hear.
Jemma felt him thrust into her, slowly at first, but when she arched her back, he moved faster, giving her all of him.
He released her hands and she gripped his shoulders, needing more, needing everything he could give her.
“More!” she hissed, tightening her legs around his waist and bringing him deeper.
She gasped when he slid fully into her and it took Jemma a moment to adjust. She’d forgotten how big he was, not just his length, but the girth.
But before she could tell him that she was okay, he started thrusting.
Just a bit at first, then faster, smoother.
With every thrust, he hit that sensitive nub exactly how she needed.
Part of her wanted to hit him for teasing her like this.
Another part of her thought she might hit him if he stopped.
He kept moving, making her moan, writhing to take all of him. It was perfect. He was perfect. And if he stopped…!
He didn’t stop. In fact, his thumb moved lower, brushing over that bundle of nerves and that pushed her over the edge. She screamed his name, her body exploding as sparkles of happiness shimmered like a cloud of diamonds around them.
She felt him grunt, thrusting several more times, then he found his own pleasure, his body tightening, his hands gripping her shoulders as he climaxed with a mighty roar.
And then it was over. Saif’s body collapsed against hers, his face pressed against her neck.
Jemma wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, staring up at the ceiling as she remembered how to breathe. It took a long time, but eventually, she was able to form coherent thoughts.
And her first thought was, “What the hell have I done?”