Chapter 9 Gemma #2
Rory’s hands slid over Gemma’s tummy and then up to cup her breasts.
The heat in Gemma coalesced into a burning white light.
Rory’s strong fingers traced her nipples through the fabric of her bikini top, and Gemma’s core tightened with need.
Deftly, Rory pulled the strap over Gemma’s head and pushed the fabric down around her waist. Gemma had left the window open this morning to get some fresh air into the room.
Now, a cool breeze washed over her, puckering her nipples.
She was only cold for a moment as Rory’s hands were soon back on her breasts, gently massaging them and covering her cold nipples with her warm, steady hands.
Gemma tipped her head back and thrust her chest into Rory’s hands.
She closed her eyes to lose herself in the sensation when a warm mouth surrounded one nipple and Gemma felt her core pulsate once again.
She had never come only from nipple play before, but she felt she was one swipe of Rory’s tongue away from exploding.
Her hands clasped onto Rory’s clothes, but Rory was in complete control.
She felt herself being pushed against the wall and was grateful for the support as her legs were quivering with need.
She felt Rory’s leg press into her centre and tipped her hips so that her clit got the friction it desperately wanted.
Rory licked and kissed one nipple before switching her hand and mouth and kissing the other one.
Gemma ground herself against Rory’s leg when Rory sucked her nipple hard and a wave of heat washed over her.
She wanted to be naked with this woman. She wanted Rory’s fingers inside her, and she wanted all this now.
Her hands were uncoordinated as she pawed at Rory’s shorts to get them undone, but her fingers wouldn’t work properly.
She finally reached out with a shaky hand and tipped Rory’s head up so she could capture her lips with hers again.
Rory’s mouth was warm and insistent. Gemma ran her hands up Rory’s back and through the wisps of hair at the base of her neck before gasping in pleasure as Rory pinched a nipple.
Gemma cupped Rory’s head and pulled her closer.
God, this woman was incredible. Gemma reached for the hairband that held Rory’s hair in place and pulled it off, wanting to rake her fingers through Rory’s luscious chestnut hair.
As her hair cascaded around her, Rory snapped her head up and her hands away from Gemma. She pushed herself back, and Gemma felt a waft of cold air drift over her body. She looked into Rory’s eyes for an explanation, but the usually expressive orbs were dull and shuttered.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” Rory stammered out. She stepped further away from Gemma. The heat that had been rising in her as Rory expertly caressed her body changed from one of desire to something far less enjoyable. A sick feeling gurgled in her stomach, and anger flared across her body.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now!” Gemma stood back from Rory and covered her naked breasts with her arms.
Rory stood looking dejected, with her head dropped and eyes closed.
“I-I’m sorry but I can’t.” She fiddled with the bow on her shorts, bringing Gemma’s attention back to the body that she had fantasised about running her fingers and tongue over before the day was out.
All hints of desire drained away from Gemma as Rory, yet again, rejected her and left her heart in a mess.
“I wish I could explain things.” Rory ran a hand through her hair before roughly tugging it back into a ponytail.
Her actions were harsh, but there was a vulnerability emanating from her that Gemma couldn’t explain.
“You’ve been leading me on all fucking weekend Rory!
” She put her hands on her hips, ready to face off against Rory but then remembered that her bikini top was still bunched around her waist and her breasts were swaying, naked, in front of Rory’s face.
Gemma tried to ignore the flash of desire that rippled across Rory’s face before being replaced by pain and something else that Gemma couldn’t interpret.
“I know, and I’m truly sorry, but….” Rory turned away and wrapped her arms around herself whilst Gemma scooped up her top and secured it around her neck.
She fastened it securely before adjusting her breasts to make sure her nipples faced forward and looked good.
If Rory truly didn’t want her anymore, then Gemma had every intention of making it as difficult for her as possible.
“I wish I could explain.” Rory ran a hand over her face but still stood away from Gemma.
“I don’t want to hear it, Rory,” Gemma spat out. “I don’t care about your hang-ups or your stupid fiancée or whatever the fuck else is going on with you. Just. Go!”
Gemma turned on her heel and stalked over to the window to look out over the manicured lawns that she and Rory had walked across last night.
She wrapped her arms around herself, partly for comfort and partly because the air con was too cold.
As much as she wanted Rory to wrap her arms around her and tell her she was sorry and that it would all be okay, she was relieved when she heard the door click shut and she was finally alone again.