I pull my fingers out and before she has the chance to complain, I replace them with something much larger. I make sure she knows how I feel about her unintended slight through my pace, how hard and how deep I’m filling her, until I’m sure she won’t make that mistake again. I’ve told her before and I’ll keep reminding her every day for the rest of our lives, if needed, I’m her man, and I willalwaystake care of her.
Besides, me edging her again is just a little bit of payback for her doing it to me minutes ago. And we both know she gets off on me doing shit like that to her, anyway. She comes so much harder after a couple of rounds of it. I don’t hate watching her go through it, either.
But I’m following through with my promise now, and within another minute, I’ve got her back on the verge of another release. I’m pumping into her furiously, for all I’m worth, not stopping until her eyes are on mine, her mouth is open on a silent moan, we’re both trembling from the onslaught of pleasure and I’ve filled her up with my release.
I lean in to give her a deep kiss before pulling myself out of her carefully, admiring the way my cum runs out of her, downher center and onto the counter beneath. Fuck, that’s hot. I’m gonna have a kitchen counter kink now, get hard every time I look at one, and it’s all her fault.
I use a thumb to swipe up some of what dripped out of her and smear it over her again, smirking when her legs twitch as I make contact once more with her sensitized clit. Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing her covered in me. Might actually just stay hard right now, ready to make another mess all over her in another minute or two.
Turning around, I head toward the bedroom once again and only pause to look back over my shoulder when she calls out to me, incredulous.
“Where are you going?”
My eyes turn hungry as they make their way down her frame, to the growing puddle between her legs. “I never got my breakfast.”
She looks puzzled for a few seconds, seeing the mess of the breakfast she’d made for us all over my poor kitchen, before she realizes my intent. The wink I shot her with those words probably helped clear up her confusion, and she hops off the counter and does this kind of waddle-run hybrid to follow me to the shower while she tries not to make a mess on the way.
It’s there where I take my time cleaning every single inch of her, then devouring her on my knees as I’d originally planned. I might drag it out, bringing her to the brink two or three times before I finally follow through. When her thighs are squeezing my face for all they’re worth in the throes of her release, and I have to peel them apart and hold her legs open to keep lapping at her core, she’s finally begging me for that break, just like I promised she would be. But she doesn’t get it then. Because I’m a man of my word now, and just like I promised, I’m ready for the next round, and that’s when I pull her out of the shower, bend her over the bathroom sink, and we watch each other inthe mirror with a level of fascination I’ve never shared with another before as I fuck her twice more before I finally order that breakfast she teased me with on DoorDash. We both earned it this morning.
FORTY-ONE
GEMMA
A few months later
Alex and I went shopping for my first red carpet appearance last weekend.
Oh, did I forget to mention that hedidget that nomination? I’m so fucking proud, my cheeks have hurt for the last month straight from smiling about it.
My very first award show—the first one he’s ever been nominated at—is this Sunday night.
She dragged me to some fancy store where we had a personal shopper help us pick out a bunch of dresses that would look good for each of us. Given that I’m fairly tall, super skinny, with minimal curves, and she’s basically what every girl wants to grow up looking like…suffice it to say, the dresses we got given wereverydifferent. But we had a blast trying them on together, like our ownPretty Womanmontage.
In the end, she chose a deep green, silky thing that hugged her curves and made me jealous for a quarter of a second before I snapped to and told her how hot she looked instead of moping about the differences between our physiques.
She helped me pick out this really short, black, crazy sparkly dress. The hem is so short I wouldneverhave gone for it on my own, but it’s got a super high neckline that reaches my collarbone and then tight, long sleeves that make it more demure, kind of offset the length (or lack thereof), making me feel more comfortable in it. It hangs a little loose on my frame, but Alex said with the right hair and makeup, it’ll look more chic than boxy, and I can see it. It shines fromeveryangle, but it’s still subtle at the same time. Kinda feels like me, and I kinda love it.
When I came out of the dressing room, she howled like a fuckingwolf, making me jump halfway out of my skin. I guess that meant it was a done deal, so I splurged on it. I’ve got some short black heels at home I’m planning on wearing with it, though they’re not perfect, but I’m definitely not splurging twice for this event, even if it is a pretty massive night for Aaron.
Oh, and I’ve hidden the dress from Aaron, it’s gonna be a total surprise for him. I’m pretty stoked to see his reaction, if I’m honest. He’s gonna go fucking feral. Yeah, we’ve been together a few months now, but my man worked up quite the appetite for me in all those weeks we were working through our shit, and let me tell you…he makes the most of it now. You prolly don’t wanna hear the details though, so I’ll spare you. (If I’m wrong, all you gotta do is ask, bestie! I can tell you about that time we made good on the little library fantasy of his…)
So now, I’m hanging out on the sofa in our living room (yes, ours, I sold my townhouse—closed on it just a few weeks back, just after the new year—and we’ve made this the headquarters for our life together), where I just finished working on some new designs. I was able to hire an artist to do some really amazing illustrations I’d never be able to do alone (my skills have a limit), as well as some embroidery equipment that lives in the room we turned into an office for me here, and I couldn’t be prouder ofthe designs I’m about to launch. Now I’m rewarding myself with a little tryst with the latest book boyfriend, who may or may not be inspiring my next round of designs.
Aaron pops his head up over my shoulder, scaring me halfway to Not-Hoth.
“Do I need to get us a headboard?” he asks me, out of fuckingnowhere.
“What? Why?” I ask him, puzzled.
“So I can tell you to hold onto it?” he says, wiggling his brows with this adorable, playful look on his face.
I burst into laughter at the unexpected joke.
“I take it you finally finished the series?” I ask him.
“Oh, did I ever, baby, and I have some ideas we should probably discuss,” he says. His voice drops an octave. “But later.”
He winks, then walks around the couch, all the way to the hallway entrance, leaning against the wall there, facing me expectantly.
