Caitlin loosened Gemma’s scene robe and watched the white cotton slip down her shoulders. She took her in, memorizing every new feature of Gemma’s skin in the dim privacy of her trailer.
Caitlin let her hands roam Gemma’s body, starting at the top of her chest and gliding down across her toned stomach. Caitlin’s eyes followed, watching, as if her own hands belonged to someone else. She had to convince herself that Gemma wasn’t an illusion, even as she let out a soft groan from Caitlin’s lap.
“You’re gorgeous, Gemma.”
Caitlin suddenly wanted to take her time, to rediscover every inch of Gemma’s body. With the devoted attention of a sculptor, she ran her hands along the curves of each breast and every flexed muscle rippling across Gemma’s arms, her back—all while Gemma squirmed beneath her touch.
Gemma groaned again, this time in frustration. She was clearly not in the mood for Caitlin to take her time right now. She grabbed Caitlin’s face again, the kiss even more frantic and desperate than the last.
Caitlin knew what Gemma craved, and she wanted to be the one to give it to her.
Barely touching her skin, Caitlin grazed her fingertips down Gemma’s sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. Her right hand kept drifting lower and lower until itlanded in the space between Gemma’s thighs, spread open across her lap.
With her left palm stretched across Gemma’s lower back and her right hand feeling the need between Gemma’s legs, Caitlin paused. She looked up, watching as Gemma’s dark brown eyes melted with desire. Holding her gaze, Caitlin pressed her two middle fingers into Gemma with a force she didn’t recognize.
All the years of regret and longing, of watching Gemma on television—magnetic and smoldering, yet unreachable—had manifested into that first thrust. Gemma was meant to behers.
Gemma moaned, tilting her head back in pleasure as Caitlin’s fingers settled into a driving rhythm and the sound reverberated through Caitlin, as sudden and fierce as a lightning strike in the middle of a summer storm.
“God, you’re perfect,” Caitlin breathed, panting.
The nails of Caitlin’s free hand dug into Gemma’s back, clawing her way down her skin in a futile attempt to draw Gemma even closer against her as their mouths connected once again.
Gemma trapped Caitlin’s lower lip between her teeth, biting so hard that she was sure it would leave a bruise. Gemma rode Caitlin’s fingers, grinding her hips with need as Caitlin’s thumb traced quick circles around her clit. Every thrust drew more labored curses and moans from Gemma.
Caitlin’s robe had opened, now sliding down her back as Gemma sucked on the crook of her neck, seating herself deeper around Caitlin’s fingers. With a sharp gasp of pain, Caitlin curled her fingers in response, anchoring Gemma’s body against hers with her left hand. She felt Gemma tighten around her.
A final, ragged moan rushed from Gemma as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” and sagged into Caitlin’s embrace.
Gemma’s trembling lips found hers again as they bothfought for oxygen. Caitlin held Gemma through every wave of pleasure, reveling in the pulsing grip around her fingers. She hoped the moment would never end.
When Gemma released her grip on Caitlin and her breathing had returned to normal, Caitlin slowly withdrew her fingers and wrapped both arms around Gemma, pulling her in as close as possible, wanting every inch of her skin pressed against her own.
“Shit,” Gemma blew out, resting her cheek on top of Caitlin’s head.
She refused to ever let Gemma go again. Without this, without Gemma, Caitlin’s life would always be hollow.
Before Caitlin could get lost in her thoughts, Gemma began to tug at Caitlin’s robe. She eased to her feet in front of Caitlin and opened it wide, unveiling Caitlin’s body as if her curves were a present, gifted only to Gemma.
Without moving, Gemma laid claim to Caitlin’s body with her eyes, blatantly appreciating the sight of Caitlin seated in front of her and shivering with anticipation. In slow motion, Gemma placed her hands on Caitlin’s thighs and leaned down to kiss her swollen, bruised lips.
Their eyes met for a brief moment. The pull between them was magnetic. Undeniable.
Gemma dropped to her knees in front of Caitlin, holding eye contact as she slowly spread her legs apart.
The sudden breeze sent a chill up Caitlin’s spine, and Gemma gave a wicked grin at the sight of Caitlin being offered up before her.
Then Caitlin felt Gemma’s touch, her fingers effortlessly gliding up and down through the pooling warmth. She thought she might combust right then from Gemma’s infuriating teasing.
“Do I still make you wet? More than anyone else ever has?” Gemma asked, a cocky grin on her face that suggested shealready knew the answer.
Caitlin gulped out, “Yes.” Her voice was shaky, but the one word could not have been more true.
Gemma wrapped her lips around Caitlin’s nipple, sucking the bud gently before giving the other one the same attention. All the while, Gemma’s fingers circled between her legs, driving Caitlin insane.
“Do you want this?” Gemma asked again, as if Caitlin’s whimpers weren’t enough.
Caitlin nodded feverishly.
