“My feet are probably sweaty from walking all day.”
She tried to pull free but I held on and pretended to sniff her foot. “P.U., you’re right,” I teased, fanning my nose with my free hand.
“You’re a turd.”
“A turd?” I chuckled at her choice of words. “That’s something my five-year-olds would say.”
When she squirmed again, I got an eye full of her sex and my dick twitched in my jeans.
Playtime wasover.
She caught where my eyes had gone and squeezed her legs together.
“I need to get you ready so this won’t do,” I told her as I dropped her foot and placed both hands on her knees to spread her out before me.
I slowly moved up her body, trailing kisses on the inner part of her legs as I went. When I got to my destination, I tossed her legs over my shoulder and buried my face against her sensitive flesh at the apex of her thighs. I planned to make sure she was primed, satisfied, and ready.
As I worked her, she begged, pleaded, and went wild against my mouth as the first of her orgasms hit quickly.
“Oh my God, how do you do this to me!” she screamed.
It was a good thing my kids weren’t there because there was nothing quiet about Gemma. She fisted her hands in my hair as her body shook and they relaxed along with her body as she came down from her high.
But I built her up again as I moved up her body, shifting to the side so as not to crush her, and plunged a finger into her wet heat. Working her over, I slipped a second digit in and played until my heart was content. When I hit Gemma’s g-spot, she crested over into another orgasm, screaming my name.
“Bodie, oh hell, that feels…” She didn’t get another word out as her body shook uncontrollably.
Watching her had every muscle in my body strung tight and I was about to snap. When her body lay calm and satisfied, I got up and lifted her into a sitting position, then removed her long sweater and bra. As I lay her back down, all the air left my lungs. Sure, I’d seen her naked, but damn she was so fucking beautiful that she took my breath away every time.
She may be small, but she was perfect in every way. Her ink black hair, shimmering with purple highlights was fanned out against the white sheets, her beautiful tits perked at my gaze making me want to get my mouth on her rose-tipped nipples, and I wanted to map every lush curve of her body with my tongue.
I stiffened and her eyes went straight to the bulge in my pants.
Gemma giggled. “I think the monster in your pants wants out.”
That had me moving and I got undressed in record time, her eyes on me constantly, which only had—that monster as she called it—getting harder.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked it a couple of times, watching her eyes widen with wonder.
“I don’t think he will fit,” she blurted.
Moving toward the bed, I watched her eyes bug out the closer I got. Slipping my hands under her arms, I lifted her and situated her long ways on the bed, her head at the top, and then I straddled her.
My cock nestled against her core and jumped with the need that the contact provoked.
“I promise we’ll make the monster fit,” I chuckled. Then my tone turned serious. “If that’s what you still want.”
Gemma glanced down at my cock, then back up at me while biting on her lower lip. “Yes, please,” she whispered.
Leaning over, I reached inside the bedside table and grabbed a condom. I couldn’t tell you the last time I bought those things. I hadn’t needed them. But the second my mouth had been on Gemma I’d bought them in case the time came.
After I ripped the wrapper open, I sheathed myself. With one arm holding me up, I used my other hand to grab my girth again and circled her opening with the head of my cock. Gemma’s whimper shot a tingle straight to my balls and my manhood jumped against her core.
Her eyes opened wide in shock and her hips raised in anticipation.
“Sweetheart, hold still. We need to do this slowly and make sure you’re ready.” Besides, I needed to keep control so I didn’t plunge right in like my damn dick was telling me to do.
Gemma grabbed my hips. “Bodie, just get inside, I can’t wait any longer.”
