Like a moth drawn to a flame, I crowd her space, pressing the bare front of my chest to her back, moulding the hand not clutching her ring, to her hip and pulling her arse back into me until we’re flush together, not an inch remaining between us.
Peering over her shoulder at me, Gee smiles slyly, the little grin I love which makes her eyes sparkle and the upper left corner of her lip twitch.
“What?”
“What?” I repeat back to her, hoping my look of innocence is paying off.
“You want something.”
“Me?” I scoff playfully. “Can’t I just come up behind you to give you a hug?”
“You can.” Gee cocks a manicured eyebrow. “But you’re rubbing up against me so I’m thinking you want something more than just a friendly hug.”
“Mm,” I hum nonchalantly into her neck, placing a gentle kiss to the downy baby hairs which have escaped the bun sitting at the crown of her head.
I know I have her full attention when she relaxes into my hold, her hand coming up to tiptoe down my corded forearm,scratching gently before she intertwines our fingers grazing across her waist.
“Hudson,” she sighs, tipping her head to the side to expose more of her neck.
Dutifully, I paint her skin with kisses and the odd nip, soothing the sting with a swipe of my tongue. My cock kicks in my underwear and I’m mindless but to ruck up the hem of Gee’s oversized t-shirt and grind against the soft curve of her bare arse.
“I—fuck—I found something in the bathroom.”
“Yeah?” Giselle replies breathily, turning around in my grasp to steal a kiss from my lips.
Her breasts rub up against my chest, her hard nipples poking through the material of her shirt, distracting me for a beat, before I remember the cold ring sitting in my palm.
Unfurling my fingertips, I reveal the circular piece of gold I’m so used to seeing adorn Giselle’s hand. On instinct, my eyes flick to her middle finger on her left hand where her ring typically sits. Instead, her finger sits bare. A slight band of skin, paler than the rest of her, is the only sign that she ever wore the ring in the first place.
“Why was this sitting on the corner of the bathroom sink?”
“I’m not wearing it anymore.”
Blood rushes between my ears. “You’re not—”
“Why would I? I’m not celibate anymore. You should know this seeing asyou’rethe one who took my celibacy, Millen.”
A rush of possessiveness dances through me. It’s a heady feeling maybe even enough to forgive the bratty tone in Giselle’s words.
Maybe.
“I guess that means this is mine now.” I hold the ring up to the light, watching as it shimmers and glints in the warm golden glow being emitted from Gee’s living room lamp. It’s a tiny thing,thin too, it definitely won’t fit around my own middle finger, but…
“I guess it is.”
It’s so silent between us I’m sure I’d be able to hear a pin drop.
Holding Giselle’s stare, I shove the ring onto my thick pinkie finger and then I bend my head to devour her lips with mine. She gives back as good as she gets, moaning into my mouth when I suck on her tongue, squeezing and touching the bulge of my hard cock until a full body shiver racks me.
Not one to be outdone, I shove a hand between her legs, finding her already soaking wet for me, practically dripping down her thighs. I collect her arousal from her sodden entrance and then move up to toy with her clit, moving in slick, tight circles.
Just the way she likes it.
Once she’s tilting her hips up in a silent plea, I thrust two fingers inside of her, feeling her greedy walls contract around my digits. Her wet warmth spills down my hand as I keep my thumb moving in tandem against her pulsing swollen bundle of nerves.
I hiss through my teeth as Giselle pulls down the waistband of my boxers, spits into her hand and going straight for the kill. Quickly jacking me up and down with one hand, she cups my heavy balls with her other, gently rolling the tight skin there.
It feels slightly strange to not feel the cool material of her celibacy ring against the hot flesh of my cock, but I shelve that thought when Giselle attacks my mouth again.
