I’m too busy breaking in the Christmas present Gemma gave me this morning.
It’s December 27th, and we’re at the same cabin where Mads and Andi got married last year. Coming here is a new tradition we started this year—spending the week between Christmas and New Year’s together, just the band and spouses.
Gemma and I arrived early this morning on a red-eye flight from LA. We spent a few days before Christmas and Christmas Eve with her family, then Christmas and the day after with my dad. After being around so many people for days, this morning was nice to have all to ourselves.
I still can’t get over that I get to love her every day.
And I get to do it without looking over my shoulder.
“Oh god, Bonnie,” Gemma cries, her jaw sagging, back arching.
I slide the strap-on cock into her again and again. The grinder on the base pushes against my clit when I do, and I suck air through my teeth. Shit, this is so much better than only fucking her with the harness. The grinder adds so much, makes this ten times more intimate…
And I love looking at her like this.
Since the attack, she’s been ordered to “take things easy,” and I’m enjoying every second of it. She keeps telling me New Year’s Day is the day I’m getting all of this back tenfold, and Icannotwait.
I bend and capture her lips, hands squeezing her tits. She grabs my ass harshly, and when she groans out my name again, I increase my pace. Every time I move, my knees weaken a little more, my own orgasm rising with hers. Her hands are everywhere as I kiss down her neck and take her nipples into my mouth one-by-one.
“Bonnie—Bon—god, right there—shit—”
Sweet fucking music.
Her pussy sings for me. She’s so wet. I want to taste it and feel it on my own soaking pussy all at once.
She yanks me by my hair and pulls me up to her mouth again. “Sit on my face,” she says against my lips.
I chuckle. “I thought we were playing with gifts,” I argue.
“I want to taste you,” she says, licking my tongue.
“Hm… Come for me first, babygirl. Then, you can have me.”
I settle back then, and she holds her arms out for me to brace my hands against, and I rail into her hard. Shit, I love that look on her face. The way she bites her lip and closes her eyes, her cheeks darkening as that climax rises and rises. I reach between us and slip my middle finger inside her against the dildo, thumb along her clit. She jerks when my finger curves against her spot, and as I pump inside her, her pussy tightens gloriously.
Her hands squeeze me when she comes—the relief and dopamine rushing over her face.
Thank fuck for the splash pad beneath us this time.
I lean over and kiss her hard, removing the dildo from inside her. She whimpers into my mouth at its absence, and I eventually have enough mind to get off the bed so I can slip the harness off.
Gemma watches me with bated breath. She swallows and licks her lips. I have to take five seconds to touch her cunt when I make my way back onto the bed, and she grabs my arms the second my thumb flicks over her sensitive nerves.
“On my face,” she says, practically dragging me up the bed.
I chuckle as I give in. My knees settle by her head, and fuck… the way she looks at my wet pussy makes me feel like she was once saved by it.
Her finger drags over my clit, making me suck in a sharp breath. “This pussy is so pretty,” she says before her tongue flicks over the nerves. “So…shit.”
My arms give out when her tongue flattens on my cunt, and as she dives in, I almost forget to hold onto the headboard.
Shit.
“God, hell yes, Gemma—”
My head sinks as I watch her. Gemma devours me. My legs weaken each time she sucks on my clit or curls her tongue against me. She eventually sinks a finger into my pussy, teasingly stroking me before moving that digit into my ass. God, I love the way she fills me. Her free hand slides into my wetness, the pressure of those fingers and the other heightening the pleasure. My thighs begin to shake when she pumps in and out of me.
“Fuck—Gemma—Shit, shit, shit.”
