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 yourgirlfriend, 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 thiswith 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 shemoved 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.
