Chapter 22 Rory
RORY
Rory stirred from a very peaceful sleep to hear Gemma groaning next to her.
A smile ghosted across her lips, and she propped herself up on her elbows just in time to see Gemma’s semi-naked body disappear from her bedroom, presumably to the bathroom.
Over the last few weekends that Gemma had stayed at her house, Rory had become accustomed to Gemma’s quirks and routines.
As soon as her eyes opened, she would shuffle out of bed and into the bathroom to use the loo and then brush her teeth.
Of course, in her house Rory had a second bathroom she could use, and then she would head down to the kitchen to get the coffee started.
But today they had to share the flat’s only bathroom.
Fortunately, she had awoken an hour ago and had crept out to use the loo and brush her teeth before slipping back into bed next to Gemma.
She wouldn’t make the same mistake of leaving Gemma sleeping and finding her gone.
Her heart thumped as she gazed at the bedroom door, hoping that Gemma would find her way back to her.
There was still a lot in the air between them, and Rory was more than ready to finally show Gemma how much she meant to her.
When she had woken up earlier, Rory had taken a couple of paracetamol and grabbed a glass of water each for them.
She hadn’t realised how drunk she was until they’d been walking home.
Normally, a walk in the cool night air would have sobered her up, but last night it seemed that with every step forward, and sideways, she had become more inebriated.
Her musings about the night before were interrupted by a warm body slipping back under the duvet and a minty-smelling Gemma settling in her arms.
“Oh God, my mouth feels like the cat’s litter tray.” Gemma’s voice was still raspy from sleep.
“You don’t have a cat.” Rory kissed her forehead
“Doesn’t matter.” Gemma sighed into Rory’s shoulder. “I, um, don’t really remember much since leaving the pub. Please don’t tell me I did anything embarrassing.”
Rory grinned. “You firmly told me I was your girlfriend, and that you were going to have your way with me when we got home.”
“Ugh.” Gemma hid her face in Rory’s shoulder again.
“And you insisted that we have sandwiches and water when we got in, so we didn’t get a hangover.”
“Ahh, that’s why there’s jam and butter on the side in the kitchen.” Gemma looked at her. “And did we, um, you know?” She waved a hand between them.
“No.” Rory pulled her closer. “But I really wanted to.”
Gemma lifted her head, and Rory caught her gaze with her own. “I really want you, Gemma. I want to make love to you and hold you naked in my arms and give all the pleasure I can to you. As soon as you’re ready, let me know.”
“I’m ready.”
Gemma’s voice was so husky that Rory almost didn’t catch what she said, but then her brain caught up.
She didn’t bother with any more words but simply brought their lips together.
All the feelings and frustrations she’d had over the past few weeks came out in that kiss.
They had each fallen into bed in just their underwear, and now her fingers skirted the edges of Gemma’s very sexy, very lacy bra.
This was a far cry from the one she had worn yesterday afternoon, and Rory approved immensely.
As they had drunkenly undressed the night before, Rory had glimpsed Gemma’s lacy underwear and wanted to rip it off but had realised that they were both too drunk to have sex.
They were certainly too drunk to properly consent, and that was important to Rory.
Knowing that Gemma wanted this as much as she did was a relief and wrapped itself around her heart.
With a gentle push, she rolled them over so that Gemma was on her back and Rory was spread deliciously across her body.
She kissed her way down Gemma’s neck and across her collarbone, loving how Gemma responded to her kisses.
Before she had rolled them over, she had popped the clasp on Gemma’s bra, a fact that was only now registering with Gemma if the look on her face was anything to go by.
“How did you manage that?” Gemma lifted her head and gazed at Rory.
Rory smiled. “Impressed?”
“Oh yeah.” Gemma’s eyes were warm and inviting.
Rory traced a finger along the gentle curve of Gemma’s breast. Now her bra was loose, Rory’s fingers had more skin to play with.
“Is this okay?”
“Mm, yeah.” Gemma balled one hand in the bedsheet and ran the other one through Rory’s short, cropped hair.
The sensations that ran through Rory were electrifying. She pulled at Gemma’s bra strap and slid it down her arms. She deliberately let her fingers graze Gemma’s skin as she did, and a low moan escaped Gemma’s mouth. Rory removed Gemma’s bra fully and dropped it next to the bed.
“You’re stunning.” Her voice was low. Even though she knew they were alone in the flat, she felt a need to keep her voice pitched low.
The early morning sunlight peeked around the edges of the curtains in Gemma’s bedroom window, casting beautiful patterns across Gemma’s now naked chest. Rory pressed her lips to Gemma’s sternum.
Her lips curved into a smile as she kissed her way around one gorgeous, creamy breast before moving across to the other one.
For now, she avoided Gemma’s rosy-pink nipples.
“Oh, Rory!” Gemma’s voice was part moan and part plea.
The fingers in her hair gripped harder, and Rory felt another shot of arousal go straight to her clit as Gemma moaned and writhed under her.
She peppered kisses over Gemma’s chest before bringing a hand up and gently caressing each breast. Gemma’s breasts were amazing.
The first time they’d had sex, it was frenzied and chaotic.
Rory was determined this time to extend the pleasure for as long as possible.
She took the weight of Gemma’s breast in her palm and gently squeezed, earning her another moan from Gemma.
Her hips moved against Rory, and Rory pressed a thigh to Gemma’s core to give her a brief moment of relief before going back to loving her breasts.
Unable to hold herself back any longer, Rory took one of the firm, pink nipples in her mouth and loved it with her tongue.
“Oh yes, Rory!” Gemma’s voice squeaked as Rory sucked hard on her nipple. Her other hand stroked circles around her other nipple, and before long Gemma was a squirming mass under Rory’s body.
“You feel so good,” Rory murmured into the breast she was currently licking. She had been alternately kissing each breast, sucking each nipple into her mouth, and she knew Gemma was ready for more.
“What do you want, my love?” Rory settled her chin on Gemma’s chest and looked up at her face.
“Just you,” Gemma’s voice had a pleading tone to it, and Rory felt it deep in her core. They had waited so long to be with each other again, and she wanted to make Gemma feel as good as she felt in Rory’s arms.
“You have me.” Rory kissed her way up to Gemma’s lips again, still caressing her breasts with her hands. She had craved this connection with Gemma, dreamed about it, fantasised about it.
“I need you Rory,” Gemma pleaded again and rolled her hips against Rory’s body.
Sparks flew through Rory as she let her hands trail across Gemma’s smooth skin.
Making love to another woman had never turned her on as much, and she was already addicted to the feeling.
She wanted to touch Gemma everywhere, to kiss her everywhere.
Imprint the feeling of her lips on Gemma’s skin and show Gemma how much she meant to her.
Rory slid her leg between Gemma’s and pressed a thigh to her centre.
As they kissed, Rory fondled Gemma’s breasts and felt her grinding into her thigh.
Gemma’s breasts were full and round and heavy in her palms. Every flick of her fingers over Gemma’s nipples caused the other woman to buck in her arms. Every sound, every movement caressed Rory’s soul and made her heart thump in her chest. She loved how much Gemma wanted this.
She could feel Gemma’s arousal soaking through her knickers.
Deftly, she hooked a finger into the elastic and pulled down swiftly.
Gemma wiggled her legs and kicked them off and finally, she was naked in Rory’s arms. A shudder ran through Rory as Gemma’s naked body pressed against her.
She was still wearing her boxers and sports bra and didn’t want to take them off just yet.
Despite her workouts and haircut, she was not brave enough to be naked.
She didn’t want to think about her own needs, however; this was Gemma’s time, and Rory was more than happy to lavish all her attention on her lover.
She trailed a hand up Gemma’s thigh and got an even louder moan for her efforts.
Rory let her fingers trace idle patterns over Gemma’s quivering thighs and she moved her hand higher.
She trailed her fingers through Gemma’s curls, amazed at the wetness she felt there.
Never had she had such an effect on a woman, and the thought that she had affected Gemma so much moved something inside her.
She paused at Gemma’s entrance, giving her the chance to say no if she wanted to.
Still slightly unsure of herself, Rory wanted to check.
“Is this okay?” She kissed a nipple and flicked it with her tongue.
“Oh Rory, yes!” Gemma pushed her head into the bed. With one swift motion, Rory plunged two fingers into Gemma. Gemma let out a guttural cry, and Rory felt like weeping as Gemma surrounded her fingers and pulled her in.
“Yes, Rory, just there.”