“Get a toy and show me how you think of me.” I step out of her grasp, set the gun on her dresser, and begin pulling my clothes off.
Gemma stares at me and reaches for the rose. I toss her the pillow from the chair and sit, putting my own foot in the seat and spreading my legs wide. Her eyes drift down my nakedness, tongue licking her lips when she glimpses my ready cunt.
“Show me,” I say, breaking her out of the daze.
She slides the thick pillow between her thighs and sets the rose in the center. I’m salivating as she turns it on, cycles through to a setting she likes, and lowers herself onto it.
Fucking hell.
It takes her a couple of seconds to adjust it to exactly the right spot, and when it’s there—when her body flinches and her eyes close, I blow out an audible breath.
I want to be that toy.
I want her soaking pussy riding my tongue like that. Every movement of her hips is mesmerizing. She grabs her tit with one hand, the other digging into her thigh.
“Is that how you imagine riding my face?” I ask, practically panting at this point.
“Yes,” she says as she watches me grasp my own tit.
The moment I hear her pussy making noise on that toy, I almost leap out of the chair.
Gemma leans forward like she thinks I might finally kiss her when we’re inches apart again. I reach between her thighs for the toy, intending to tease her a little… Except when my fingers graze her wetness, all thoughts of teasing her fly out of the window.
I toss the toy on the ground, sucking air through my teeth when I finally touch her.
“Oh my god,” I utter, ready to collapse at this. “Oh my god,Gemma.”
“Right there, baby,” she whispers when my forehead hits her shoulder.
Shit, one touch, and I turn into a pool of worthless tissue. I close my eyes and kiss her shoulder, her chest, bending slightly to take her tit into my mouth. She lets out a noise of approval when I suck her taut nipple into my mouth, and my mind goes blank.
At some point, I climb onto the bed. Gemma sits back, legs opening wide as I crawl on top of her. I’m consumed with licking her breasts and toying with her clit, finally tasting every part of her I’ve been dying to have. I straddle her thigh, grinding on it and relishing every groan coming out of her.
And after a minute, I finally force my hand to her throat. “Straddle my face,” I tell her. “I need to see you cry for me.”
I smack her ass and shift off of her leg, then lay on the bed behind her. There’s a devious glint in her eyes that makes me swallow—as if she was waiting on me to get on my back so she could do worse.
She twists in my direction, yet pauses as she hovers over me. Her lips press to the inside my thigh, making my mouth sag as she works her way up. I jerk as her tongue flicks over my clit. A groan sounds from her throat.
“No,” I say, tugging on her hair. “No, you don’t get that yet. You’ll beg for my pussy before you can taste it again.”
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” she mutters. However, she doesn’t push it, and instead straightens to place one leg on either side of my hips. Shit, the view of her like this… I’m such a goner.
Her back arches as she bends over me, lips kissing up my torso. I tilt my head to see her hips shifting, and when her wetness grazes mine, I whimper.
“Oh fuck, babygirl,” I almost cry. “Don’t do that yet. I won’t have any willpower to stop you.”
A snicker leaves her that makes me forget everything. She smiles my way, and I think my heart gives out.
Her.
Her.
Her eyes soften the longer we stare. Warmth spreads throughout my entire body, breath escaping me.
It’s always been her.
I take her cheeks in my hands. Gemma meets my tongue with hers before crawling the rest of the way and settling her thighs around my face.
