“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’ whenyou’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 tooka 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.
