He moved to her other ear and repeated his motions. “Gemmaline, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. Her head fell back as he started to rain kisses on her neck, then lower, licking across her clavicle.
His kisses were addictive and she didn’t want him to stop. She ripped her top off, tossing it away, and presented herself to him, naked to the waist. His hands found her nude skin and she heard his quick intake of breath. And then he was cursing the lack of light.
“I wish I could see how pretty you are here,” he murmured, tracing a finger under the line of her breasts. Then his mouth found her nipple and Gemma cried out in ecstasy.
He licked her breasts for what seemed like forever and at the same time, not enough. When he sucked a nipple into his mouth, her hips started to move of their own accord, rubbing against his erection. That made him increase the suction, which in turn prompted her to increase her tempo.
The sensations were almost overwhelming. But this time, she welcomed the sensory overload. It wasn’t the outside world intruding, providing too much stimulus. It was the touch of this perfect male that was driving her out of her mind.
She prayed to every god in the seven known galaxies, begging them to not let the delicious torment end.
Gemma could spend every moment of every day locked in his embrace and it wouldn’t be enough. Not by a long shot.
