I grip his shoulders again and grind my needy body against him. That’s when I feel his hands move under my ass, clutching each cheek tightly as he hauls me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist.
“Yes,” he hisses. “Wrap those long, glorious legs around me. Hold on tight.”
I do as I’m told. My sensitive breasts crush against him as he pivots and walks us through the darkness to the bed, where helays me down across the soft mattress. Following me, he presses me into the pillow top. Bracing his hands on the sides of my head, he pushes himself up while grinding his stiff shaft against me.
“I can smell your arousal, Gemma. You smell fucking delicious.” Leaning down over me, he whispers against my mouth, “Let me taste.”
I nod.
“No. Bring it to me. Offer yourself.”
The blood rushes through my head while the erotic request penetrates my lust-addled brain. Slowly, I reach down between us, stopping at the apex of my thighs.
“Like this?” I ask. I find myself anxious to please him, so he can ease my ache.
“Yes. Bring it to me.”
Dipping my fingers in my own arousal, I coat my fingers and bring them up to his face. I watch in a trance as he slowly lowers himself. Resting on his left side, he takes my wrist firmly and lifts my fingers to his mouth.
My chest is heaving in anticipation of what he is about to do. I can’t take my eyes from him. He opens his mouth and sucks the tips of my fingers between his sensual lips. As a moan slips free, I raise my aching hips while he swirls his tongue around my fingers, cleaning off my very essence.
Being this close, I can now see his eyes through the darkness. His gaze penetrates me as he starts to rub his weeping shaft against my thigh. I’m so wet that I can feel the moisture dripping from my body as it trickles down to my ass crack. I’m locked in the most erotic battle of wills I have ever been in.
Finally, he releases my fingers from his mouth, creating a sexy popping noise. He moves up and over me again until his lips are on mine. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, and I can taste myself all over him.
Groaning loudly, I plant my feet on the bed and raise my hips to him. He grinds down but makes no attempt to enter me. As he thrusts over and over, I can feel his cock as it leaks warm, sticky pre-cum on my skin.
“Roll over, Gemma.” He braces his weight on his arms, lifting himself up.
Blinking at him, I hesitate for a moment as his left hand moves between my thighs. Moaning loudly, I arch up and push my hips against his hand, seeking penetration.
“Roll over,” he demands again, removing his hand.
Not seeing any other option for release, I do as he asks—I turn over onto my stomach, settling my right cheek on the soft comforter. Immediately, I feel his body covering me from head to toe.
His warm cock nestles into the crack of my ass as his left hand rests on the mattress. I can feel his solid chest pressed firmly against my back and shoulder blades. His large thighs straddle mine, and I can feel their hair tickling my outer thighs.
Rubbing my aching flesh on the mattress, I try to find some kind of satisfaction against the soft material, but nothing is easing me. That’s when his teeth skim over the skin joining my shoulder and neck. My hips buck back and wedge his throbbing length farther between my ass cheeks.
“Ah, yes, Gemma.”
His voice creeps into my ear and skates down my spine, causing goose bumps to rise on my flesh.
“I wantthis,” he tells me as he pushes his erection back and forth between my cheeks.
I know what he wants. I’ve never had a man there. The thought terrifies me, but at the same time, it turns me on more than I care to admit. In fact, the thought has my pussy clenching and my ass cheeks flexing.
Shifting my hips up, I try to bring my hand under my body, so I can ease myself in some way. Before I get it fully under me, Phillipe grips my wrist and pulls it out, placing it by my head. He holds down it with his large palm, and the entrapment turns me on even more.
“No, no. I get your pussy, Gemma,” he informs me. “I get your pussy and”—he thrusts his hips, driving that steely shaft against me—“I get your ass.”
Whimpering, I raise my hips as he scoots away from me. He releases my hand, and I feel the absence of his body more acutely than ever before. Quickly, his hands are back, gripping my hips. He tugs me up until I’m on my hands and knees in the center of his bed.
“Yes, just like that,” he murmurs, his hot breath against my ass. “Spread your knees a little.”
I do as requested, hearing him groan.
“Nothing is going to stop me from getting inside of you, Gemma. Nothing.”
