“More of the same,” Rory confirmed with a husky voice.
Gemma continued her caresses, delighted when Rory’s nipples tightened even harder in her hands. She checked Rory’s face again before flicking a thumb over each nipple. Rory gasped and bucked her hips again.
Sheer delight ran through Gemma as she watched her lover’s blissful state. She continued to fondle and caress before leaning forward and speaking into Rory’s ear.
“Can I kiss them?”
“Yes!” Rory’s voice was part scream, part squeak as she bucked her hips against Gemma again.
Gemma rolled her own hips in response, but the angle was all wrong, so she got off Rory’s lap.
“Lie down.” She pushed at Rory’s shoulders, and in an instant Rory was lying back on the pillows. Gemma took a moment to sear into her brain the image of Rory, bare-chested on her bed. Open, trusting, waiting. Gemma planted a leg between Rory’s and propped herself up on an elbow. She took one aching nipple into her mouth, and Rory bucked her hip against her thigh. Realising she now had something to grind against, Rory pressed her clit into Gemma’s leg. Gemma desperately wanted to reach down and touch Rory but felt it would be too much, too soon for the other woman. She lavished attention on her breasts with her hand and mouth until Rory was a writhing, squirming mess beneath her.
“Touch yourself,” Gemma spoke firmly in her ear. “Touch yourself for me and let me hear you come.”
With a flurry of hands and flailing limbs, Rory kicked off her boxers and thrust a hand to her own clit. Gemma continued to love Rory’s breasts until she felt Rory stiffen and heard her cry out. Gemma gentled her touches untilRory was still. Instinctively, she grabbed the duvet and covered their naked bodies again. Once they were covered, Gemma snuggled into Rory's arms, alarmed to find tears spilling down Rory’s cheeks.
“Thank you.” Rory pulled her in for a kiss so gentle it shattered Gemma’s heart. “Thank you for seeing me, thank you for accepting me.” She kissed Gemma’s forehead before smiling through her tears. “That was incredible.”
Rory tightened her arms around Gemma and spoke into her ear, her voice cracking with emotion and scratchy from screaming out her pleasure. “For info, I’m falling for you too.”
24
RORY
The tube train rattled through the suburbs in outer London as Rory sat back in her seat and thought about the weekend she’d just had. The trade-off for a longer commute from her house was a guaranteed seat on the train and, as the train was overground for a few stops, a view of the outside world for a short time before plunging into the tunnels of the tube system. She had chosen to live in Woodford as it was on the Central Line and so a simple journey into her office. Like almost every other commuter, she had earphones in and a selection of music playing, but unlike other mornings, it did nothing to calm her and prepare her for the week ahead and the meetings she had scheduled for the day.
The weekend had been magical but emotional. She’d not really had time to process how she felt about having her hair cut when she’d fallen, literally, into bed with Gemma. Then they’d stopped, got drunk at the pub, and fallen asleep together. Sunday morning had been some of the most emotional and satisfying lovemaking she had ever experienced. As the train finally disappeared into the tube tunnel,her reflection appeared clearly on the glass window opposite. Her face stared back at her and told her to admit the truth, even to herself. It was far and away the best sex she’d ever had. Being with Gemma had been exhilarating and emotional, and she couldn’t wait until she could be with her again.
The rest of Sunday had passed in a blur of movies and cuddling on the sofa. After their early morning activities, the hangovers had made a mild appearance, so they avoided the world and settled in with a movie marathon. It had been a wrench at 8pm with Teagan on her way back to leave the safe cocoon of Gemma’s flat and return home. Gemma had suggested she stay over, but Rory needed to get home to get ready for her week at work. Her house, when she had got to it, had felt empty and cold.
She pulled her phone out to look at her work emails when a message from Gemma popped up.
Gemma:
Just to wish you a good day at work *kiss*
Rory smiled broadly before schooling her expression. It wasn’t the done thing on a commuter train to be giggling like a loon at your phone. This was nothing new. Gemma had been texting her morning greeting texts almost every day since they had re-connected at the opera, but today there had been a kiss emoji. Warmth ran across her body, and it had nothing to do with the warm temperatures that were stifling London at the moment and everything to do with the woman who was texting her. Something had shifted between them this weekend, and it hadn’t just been the amazing sex on Sunday morning. They had talked, and agreed to start dating, exclusively. If Rory were honest, she’d felt like they were dating anyway. All the dinners, shopping,going to the gym together was exactly what she wanted to do with a partner. Add in her deep feelings and obvious attraction, and it had all clicked together so easily and quickly.
She looked at herself in the window again, trying to give herself a stern internal talking to as the train swayed and rattled towards its destination. They needed to take things slowly as Gemma kept saying she was not great at relationships. Rory sat back in her seat as a stream of commuters piled onto the train. As they settled down, her thoughts went back to Gemma. She had said that she was falling for Rory, but Rory didn’t know what that meant to her. All Rory knew was that she was falling in love with Gemma, and it didn’t surprise her in the least. The love she’d felt for her as a friend when they were teenagers had been replaced by something far stronger now they were adults. She had felt it at the opera and had been fighting it ever since. If she had half a chance, she would move Gemma to her house and put a ring on her finger as soon as she could. She rubbed a hand over her face and mentally slapped herself for her foolishness. That would scare Gemma away for sure.
She ran her fingers through her short hair and adjusted the shirt sitting under the collar of her suit. She really needed to go shopping for some new work suits. After their abortive shopping trip, she had bought some bits online but hadn’t ventured into a shop again. That was fine for jeans and tops, but for suits, they really needed to be tailored, and she had no idea where to start. The suits she had were trouser suits, but they were cut for women, and she hated how her hips looked in them. She also hated that there was nowhere she could shove her hands. Despite how badly the dinner suit had fitted her, she had liked the number of useful pockets.
Groaning, she remembered that her mother needed to know about the opera trip her grandmother was setting up. She checked the dates and put them in her diary. As she did, she noticed a gap in her schedule, so quickly texted Gemma.
Rory:
Hey, good morning to you too. Can you be free on Thursday? I thought perhaps we could go shopping again. Midweek should mean fewer crowds and less dickheads.
Gemma:
Lemme check
Rory tapped her foot as she waited to hear from Gemma. She could go on her own, but like so many things, having Gemma with her was so much better. It was the same as the gym. The sessions with Isaac and Gemma were much better than the ones she did on her own. She was lost in her thoughts when her phone pinged again.
Gemma:
I have a meeting in the morning I can’t move, but all yours Thursday afternoon.
