Chapter 23 Gemma
GEMMA
Gemma felt Rory relax under her. After receiving the greatest orgasm of her life, she wanted nothing more than to return the favour and give Rory as much pleasure as she had just given her. But she knew it was different for Rory. That she still didn’t quite know her body and what she liked.
Gemma loved breasts, loved all parts of a woman’s body and hoped that Rory would one day be comfortable enough to allow Gemma to see her naked.
“It doesn’t have to be today.” She kissed Rory’s cheek. “Or” she took a deep breath, “it doesn’t have to be me.”
At the intensely horrified look on Rory’s face, Gemma couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“What?” she giggled. “You look... disgusted.”
“I, what are you suggesting?” Rory’s voice was sharp, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
Gemma laid a placating hand on her sternum.
“I mean that I could touch you, or you could touch yourself.” She smiled at Rory and felt the other woman finally relax. “What did you think I was suggesting?”
“I, um, don’t know.” Rory blinked.
“Don’t fib. You blink when you fib.” Gemma slapped her lightly on the arm in gentle reproach.
Rory sighed. “I thought you might be suggesting that we get someone else to, you know.”
An intense flash of heat ran through Gemma, and it wasn’t pleasant. She had heard of the green-eyed monster, but never had it burned so fiercely in her chest.
“Never.” She ground out. “I don’t enjoy sharing.”
Rory ran a finger down her cheek, and she relaxed into the touch. Rory tugged her back into her arms. “Only child, you never did share your toys well.”
Gemma chuckled. Rory understood her in a way other kids struggled to. Being an only child was great, but also hard in some respects. She turned her attention back to the woman in her bed.
“There are some toys I could share with you now.” She bit her bottom lip. “You know, if you wanted to.” She rested her palm on Rory’s chest again and propped herself up on an elbow. She touched Rory’s face with her fingers and drew their gazes together.
“I don’t mind if I’m naked and you’re not.
You’re very sexy in your boxers and bra and you make me feel incredible,” Gemma grinned as Rory blushed slightly.
“And I won’t lie, I do want to run my hands all over you, I want to give you the pleasure that you gave me, but if that’s too much for you right now, we can cuddle, or you can use my toys, or you could touch yourself.
” Her voice dropped. There was something else she needed to say.
Her heart thumped in her chest as she spoke, giving credence to her words with every heartbeat.
“I’m falling for you Rory, falling hard and falling fast.” She paused and fixed her eyes on Rory’s.
“I want to be your girlfriend, your lover. I am 100% ‘in’ on wherever this is going. This is not one night for me. This is the first night in, I hope, many nights. I want to support you on your journey. Wherever it takes us.” She paused to centre herself.
“And I want you to get as much pleasure as I do when we make love. I want you to come apart in my arms, and if that means we use toys or whatever, that’s fine. ”
A hundred emotions seemed to flicker across Rory’s face.
Silence hung in the air as Rory digested her words.
Gemma bit her lip, forcing herself to let her words work their way into Rory’s brain.
Rory had always been a thinker, and Gemma loved that about her.
Eventually, Rory pushed herself up, so she was sitting.
She took a breath and reached for the hem of her sports bra.
“Can I help?” Gemma worked to keep her voice gentle.
Rory nodded slightly, and Gemma placed her hands over Rory’s.
She tried to convey without words that she was on this journey with Rory, that she saw her and supported her.
Doubt still raged in Rory’s eyes, and her fingers trembled.
Gemma brushed Rory’s fingers away from the hem of her bra.
“Why don’t we cuddle like this for a second, perhaps have a kiss? You’re all in your head at the moment, and that’s not very sexy.”
Rory slumped into her arms, dejection washing over her face. “I don’t deserve you.”
Gemma felt her heart stutter at Rory’s words. Nothing could be further from the truth.
“Yeah, you do.” She lifted a leg over Rory and straddled her.
It took a moment to get them settled, but eventually they were sitting in the middle of Gemma’s bed.
Rory had her legs out in front of her, and Gemma straddled Rory’s waist. Nothing had ever felt so intimate as sitting like this with Rory.
They pressed their bodies together, and Gemma wrapped her legs around her lover.
She pulled Rory close for a moment, letting the press of their skin reassure and comfort her.
Heat blazed from Rory, and Gemma could feel it in her soul.
This felt so good, so right. They were perfect for each other, and Gemma was determined to show that to Rory, but Rory was in her head, and Gemma needed to get her back to this moment.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
She leaned back, displaying her bare breasts to Rory.
“Do you want the duvet around us?” She noticed how Rory had covered up earlier.
“Uh, what?” Rory sounded distracted.
Gemma smiled. Her plan to distract Rory with her breasts appeared to be working.
“Or do you see something else you like?” She bit her lip and looked at Rory again.
Rory reached out and took Gemma’s breasts in her hands.
She gently squeezed them before flicking a thumb over a tight nipple.
Electricity shot straight to her clit, and Gemma instantly knew it wouldn’t be long before she was coming again.
Rory lavished attention on her breasts, and Gemma knew she was getting wetter.
She rolled her hips against Rory but couldn’t get the pressure she needed.
She reached a hand to her own clit and flicked it gently.
Sparks erupted throughout her body. She felt her climax rising and moved her hand quicker.
She had got herself off like this many times in the past, but this was different.
Having Rory’s hands on her breasts was incredible.
She had never, ever done this with a partner, never played with herself in front of them, but this was different. Being with Rory was different.
Her climax bubbled and boiled within her, and she moved her hand faster and harder in search of relief.
She could just about hear Rory’s murmurs of encouragement over the roaring of blood in her ears.
She was exposed and wanton and safe in Rory’s arms. Her hand moved faster and pressed harder as she chased her climax when she felt a warm mouth on her breast. Rory teased her nipple with her tongue.
Pleasure rippled through her as her orgasm started.
“Come for me.” Rory lifted her head to speak. At the same time she pinched Gemma’s nipples hard, and Gemma plunged over the edge. She heard a scream echo around the room and realised it was hers.
Gemma flopped her limp body forward. After weeks of waiting and wanting, finally having sex with Rory was incredible. Rory’s arms wrapped around her and pulled her forward. Sitting like this, Gemma was slightly taller than Rory, so as they hugged, Rory’s face rested on Gemma’s shoulder.
“Holy fuck, Rory.” She spoke into her hair. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”
She scraped her fingers through Rory’s short hair, loving the feel of the short stubble on her fingers. Rory shivered in her arms. Gemma gulped in air and willed her heart to stop racing. She ran her hands over Rory’s shoulders and down her back, brushing over the fabric of Rory’s bra.
Once her breathing was a bit more even, she sat back and looked at Rory again.
“How about we have a code?” Her voice was breathy, and her heart thumped in her chest. She wanted to give pleasure to Rory but also wanted her to feel safe and cared for.
“A code?” Rory lifted one eyebrow in a move that was now unexpectedly hot.
“Yeah, I read it in a book. You use ‘green’ when you’re happy and want more of what we’re doing.
‘Amber’ when you’re not sure and it’s pushing your boundaries and ‘Red’ if you want to stop.
” Gemma paused to let that sink in. “If you say red, everything stops and we talk about what you didn’t like. I want you to feel in control.”
“Like a safe word?” Rory pulled her brows together.
“Yeah, kinda like that.” Gemma kept her tone light. She trailed her fingers across Rory’s shoulders, hoping to soothe and ground her lover.
“Okay, I like that idea.” Rory smiled, and Gemma could feel her opening up. “So, kissing would be green for me, very green in fact. I love kissing you.”
“Mmmm, let’s do lots of that then.” Gemma wound her arms around Rory’s neck and captured her lips in a searing kiss that hopefully left Rory in no doubt about Gemma’s feeling towards her. Rory had given her two mind-blowing orgasms, and Gemma tried to pour all her feeling about that into this kiss.
“Hair pulling and playing is now green as well.” Rory spoke as she kissed her way along Gemma’s jaw. Gemma responded by scraping her fingers through Rory’s hair and tracing the hairline on her neck. She loved the shivers of pleasure that rippled through Rory whenever she did that.
“See, that was red and now it’s green. Oh!” Gemma’s voice squeaked as Rory sucked her earlobe into her mouth. Wow, she was good with that tongue. Gemma couldn’t wait to feel what that tongue could do to her clit.
Gemma caressed Rory’s back with long, purposeful strokes as Rory lavished attention on her neck. Gemma hadn’t realised it was such an erogenous zone until Rory.
“And if I touch you here?” Gemma’s voice was husky and questioning, and she trailed her hand around the hem of Rory’s sports bra.
“Green.” Rory’s voice was sure but clipped. Gemma took a breath and a leap of faith. She moved one hand to cup Rory’s breast through her bra.
“Still green, babe?”
Rory nodded against her neck. The kisses stopped, and Gemma knew Rory was fully focused on her hand.
Gemma swallowed and tried to still her heart thumping in her chest. She palmed Rory’s breast and caressed the tight nipple poking through the fabric. Rory squealed and bucked her hips against Gemma.
“Okay?” Gemma asked. Even though her body was telling her Rory was okay, she was determined to keep checking in with Rory. She wanted everything to be right for this amazing person in her arms.
“Off.” Rory’s voice was tight.
Gemma yanked her hand away. No matter how good it felt to her, if Rory didn’t like it, she wouldn’t continue.
“No.” Rory’s breath shuddered in her ear as she spoke into Gemma’s neck. “Take my bra off.”
They worked together to get Rory’s snug sports bra off.
Without the tight fabric constraining them, Rory's breasts bounced free, and Gemma was awestruck. It wasn’t just that Rory was bare-chested in front of her, or that she had the most perfect breasts Gemma had seen.
It was the fact that Rory trusted her enough to show herself to Gemma.
“Still green?” Gemma checked in with her lover.
“Very, very green,” Rory confirmed.
Gemma gently reached her hands for Rory’s breasts and caressed them just as Rory had with her own. They were smaller than Gemma’s and easily fit into her hands. She traced around the darkened areolas, and a moan escaped Rory. Gemma lifted her gaze to her face and saw Rory in a state of pure bliss.
“That feels really good,” Rory confirmed.
“More?” Gemma asked.
“More of the same,” Rory confirmed with a husky voice.
Gemma continued her caresses, delighted when Rory’s nipples tightened even harder in her hands. She checked Rory’s face again before flicking a thumb over each nipple. Rory gasped and bucked her hips again.
Sheer delight ran through Gemma as she watched her lover’s blissful state. She continued to fondle and caress before leaning forward and speaking into Rory’s ear.
“Can I kiss them?”
“Yes!” Rory’s voice was part scream, part squeak as she bucked her hips against Gemma again.
Gemma rolled her own hips in response, but the angle was all wrong, so she got off Rory’s lap.
“Lie down.” She pushed at Rory’s shoulders, and in an instant Rory was lying back on the pillows.
Gemma took a moment to sear into her brain the image of Rory, bare-chested on her bed.
Open, trusting, waiting. Gemma planted a leg between Rory’s and propped herself up on an elbow.
She took one aching nipple into her mouth, and Rory bucked her hip against her thigh.
Realising she now had something to grind against, Rory pressed her clit into Gemma’s leg.
Gemma desperately wanted to reach down and touch Rory but felt it would be too much, too soon for the other woman.
She lavished attention on her breasts with her hand and mouth until Rory was a writhing, squirming mess beneath her.
“Touch yourself,” Gemma spoke firmly in her ear. “Touch yourself for me and let me hear you come.”
With a flurry of hands and flailing limbs, Rory kicked off her boxers and thrust a hand to her own clit.
Gemma continued to love Rory’s breasts until she felt Rory stiffen and heard her cry out.
Gemma gentled her touches until Rory was still.
Instinctively, she grabbed the duvet and covered their naked bodies again.
Once they were covered, Gemma snuggled into Rory's arms, alarmed to find tears spilling down Rory’s cheeks.
“Thank you.” Rory pulled her in for a kiss so gentle it shattered Gemma’s heart. “Thank you for seeing me, thank you for accepting me.” She kissed Gemma’s forehead before smiling through her tears. “That was incredible.”
Rory tightened her arms around Gemma and spoke into her ear, her voice cracking with emotion and scratchy from screaming out her pleasure. “For info, I’m falling for you too.”