6. Matt
Chapter 6
Matt
I stepped out from the shadows of Gemma's closet, each footfall a whispered secret on the carpet. Her room was a sanctuary of soft light and even softer breaths, her flushed form a magnet drawing me in. I reached her bed, looming over her. I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned down, my face inches from her warmth. I tasted her, a slight graze of my lips against her skin.
"W-what—?" Gemma snapped her eyes open, her voice a faded murmur. But I didn't stop. I couldn't. I trailed kisses down her body, my hands gently parting her thighs.
She jolted, her body tensing. "What are you doing here?" Her voice was a hiss, a mixture of shock and disbelief. She tried to squirm away, but I held onto her hips, my grip firm yet gentle. “How–”
"Stop," I whispered, my breath hot on her skin. "I know you want this. I know you want me. I heard you scream my name when you came. I want you to do it again."
She struggled, her body writhing beneath my touch. "Let go of me," she demanded, but her voice lacked conviction.
"Shh, printsessa ," I soothed, my thumbs drawing circles on her hipbones. "Let me make you feel good."
She stilled, her breath hitching in her throat. I could feel her pulse quickening, her body betraying her as she responded to my touch. I leaned in, my intentions clear. Her protests died on her lips, replaced by a soft gasp as I began to explore her, my tongue tracing patterns on her most intimate place. Her body arched, a silent plea for more. And I obliged, losing myself in her taste, her scent, her essence.
"I... I have a boyfriend," she whispered, her voice barely audible, a feeble protest lost in the heat of our exchange.
But her body told a different story.
I felt her growing wetter, her scent intoxicating, her taste... it was a drug I'd never get enough of.
I lapped at her, my tongue relentless, drawing out a gasp from deep within her. She tried to close her legs, to deny me, but I was too far gone. I growled, the sound primal, possessive.
"I will make you come." I slid a finger inside her, her warmth enveloping me, her body betraying her words.
"You can't—" she started, but her voice hitched as I curled my finger, finding that spot that made her hips buck. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as I stroked her, my tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving her to the edge.
"Tell me to stop," I challenged, my voice a low rumble against her flesh. I looked up, my eyes meeting hers, daring her to deny what her body so clearly wanted. Her eyes were wild, her pupils dilated, her lips parted in a silent plea.
She didn't tell me to stop. Instead, her hands found my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, pulling me closer. I took that as my cue, my tongue flicking against her clit, my finger moving faster, harder. Her body tensed, her breath caught, and I knew she was close.
"Come for me, printsessa ," I commanded, my voice a harsh whisper.
And she did. Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her, her cry of pleasure filling the room. I didn't stop, not until I'd wrung every last drop of pleasure from her, not until her body went limp, her breath coming in soft pants.
Only then did I pull away, my face glistening with her release. I looked up at her, our eyes locking. "You're mine now," I said, my voice steady, sure. "And I'm never letting you go."
Gemma's body trembled beneath me, her breath hitching as tears welled up in her eyes. They spilled over, tracing silver paths down her cheeks. I lowered myself onto her, my cock throbbing with need. Her eyes widened, fear and desire battling within their depths.
"Please," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Please, don't."
I leaned down, my tongue catching her tears, their saltiness a stark contrast to her sweetness. I slid my hands under her, cradling her head, my thumbs brushing away her tears. Her body shivered, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"I won't hurt you," I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin. "I promise."
I shifted my hips, my cock nudging against her entrance. She tensed, her nails digging into my shoulders. I pushed in, her warmth enveloping me, her body yielding to mine. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, her tears flowing faster.
"Look at me," I commanded, my voice gentle yet firm.
Her eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto mine. I slid deeper, her tightness gripping me, her heat consuming me. A groan escaped my lips, the sensation overwhelming.
"Feel that?" I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "Feel us?"
She nodded, her lips parted, her breath coming in soft pants. I began to move, my hips rocking against hers, my cock sliding in and out of her. Her body responded, her hips meeting mine, her breath syncing with my thrusts.
Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, her body fitting mine like a glove. I could feel her heartbeat, her pulse racing in time with mine. Her tears slowed, her gasps turning into moans, her body arching to meet mine.
"You feel so good," I murmured, my lips brushing against hers. "So fucking good."
Her eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling as I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into my back, her body coiling with tension, even though she tried so hard to resist.
"Let go," I whispered, my voice a harsh rasp. "Let go for me, printsessa ."
And she did. Her body shuddered, her orgasm ripping through her, her cry of pleasure filling the room. I could feel her pulsing around me, her body milking mine, drawing out my own release. I thrust deep, my cock throbbing as I came, my groan echoing her cry.
I collapsed onto her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling. Her tears had stopped, her eyes closed, her body limp beneath mine. I rolled off her, pulling her into my arms, her head resting on my chest.
"You're mine," I whispered, my fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "Mine."