My finger slides forward, over the top of her thigh until it’s approaching where I really wish it were buried. Gemma snaps. In one motion, she’s up on her knees and straddling me, one leg over each side of my body, pressing me back against the couch, her lower lip pulled in between her teeth as she stares down at me needily, the remote long gone, launched halfway across the room.
I thought we were taking shit slow, I was ready to do a little (mostly) innocent sleepover here on the couch, but she’s never looked so sure in her life as she glares at me, eyes glinting with hunger.
“I thought you said I was never going to have to ask you again?” she teases me, and I’m back to rock-hard in a second.
“Fuck,” I breathe out. “You’re perfect.”
My hands come up underneath that tee, holding her on either side of her ribcage, and she lets her head fall back in pleasure for a second. I run my hands up and over her breasts, making sure to pay her stiff nipples some attention before I keep dragging my hands up, lifting that shirt all the way up and over her head. She cooperates, raising her arms so I can pull it all the way off of her, and it gets tossed somewhere the fuck else.
Those sweet little breasts of hers are finally revealed to me, and I waste no time getting acquainted with them. They’re not large by any means, but they’re beautiful, tipped in these soft pink nipples that are already standing at attention for me. Pretty sure I’ve got a new favorite color. I cover each one with a hand, grasping them a little roughly, before leaning in to suck her left one in my mouth, teasing her with my tongue until she’s writhing in my lap. Then I do the same thing to her other side, using my finger and thumb to keep tweaking the one that’s still exposed. The cool air hits the lingering wetness there and my fingers work in tandem with those sensations to drive her crazy.
She’s sighing at the contact, like this is what she’s been waiting for, and her little soft noises are going to be the death of me. Or at least, I thought that’s what would do me in, up until she starts grinding on my erection through the thin pants I’m wearing. I can already feel how warm she is, her panties must be fucking soaked—just like the other pair I stashed in my drawer when we got inside earlier—and I pull back from her chest, groaning at the contact, the friction she’s creating between us.
She leans in to kiss me, hips rolling and rocking, and my eyes shoot back in my head at how good she feels, even through these layers. Regret slams through me for not jerking it in the shower, because I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna last for shit, and man, I really don’t want her to have a bad first time with me.
Me? I’m gonna have a great time whether it lasts one minute or eight. (No chance I’ll be able to hold out longer this time, sorry, I know my limits, but very willing to try to outdo that in rounds two through four later tonight.) But I know this is something she’s been thinking of even longer than me, and I need to live up to her expectations.
The way she’s rocking on me, bringing her hips back so the head of my dick is pressing against her right where she wants me, then just rubbing on it ever so slightly…I’m already about to burst.
“This is what I hoped would happen all those months ago,” she whispers against my lips, hips still moving torturously over me. “When we were right there.” I can feel her gesture with one arm to the spot just next to where we are now.
I open my eyes to look deep into hers. “I think it’s what I was hoping for too, I just didn’t realize it yet.”
“Yeah?” she asks me, and I nod. Her hands come down to the bottom of my T-shirt, and she makes quick work of removing it. “And what do you want now?” she asks, voice silky.
Her eyes trail down the skin that’s now available for her perusal, and her jaw drops when she notices something new there. A black and gray peony, sitting on an intricate axis. Half is beautiful, detailed realism. That’s my life with her in it. The other side of the axis is just basic linework, an outline, a shell of a thing. A reminder of how bare my outlook was without her in my life. A reminder that she is my compass. She is all I need. And to work toward that beautiful future with her every single day.
“I want you,” is my guttural response. “This.” I punctuate my words with open-mouthed kisses to her neck, relishing in the feel of her in my arms, skin against skin. “Forever. However you want me. However you’ll have me.”
Those words make her smile, and she fingers the tattoo delicately before her eyes, her hands, rake over the rest of my chest, my arms, my abs, everything she can see of me. It’s been years of discipline both with my diet and my workouts, but right now every single cheat meal I skipped, every brutal moment I wanted to give up and die in the gym, it’s all been worth it to see her eyes heat like this.
“This is stupid, just so you know,” she says, slapping my stomach like she’s mad at my physique, and I chuckle, giving her half a smirk.
Her hands are still roaming, grasping my biceps. I might flex my arms where they grip her waist a bit, and she inhales sharply, her pupils blowing out at the feel of the muscle underneath her delicate fingers. It’s like she’s absorbing I’m real, this is happening, just like I’ve been trying to come to grips with it myself.
I start moving my hips beneath hers, pumping, rocking and thrusting in time with her little movements and she lets out a soft moan that I need to hear again, from inside of her. I surge forward to take her mouth with mine, moving my lips against hers, forcing her mouth open so my tongue can sweep over hers. She shudders in my arms, and God, I can’t wait to feel her shake around me again.
Her hands come down from my shoulders and chest to yank down at the waistband of my pants, and our mouths part so we can work together to get them down over my hips. When we do (somewhat awkwardly, but whatever), my cock springs free, bouncing out, swaying there heavily, ready for her.
Her mouth makes this little “o” shape, like she’s surprised to find out what I’m working with—or maybe it’s just that I’ve got nothing on beneath my pants, and I have the good sense to look a little chagrined at that.
Can you blame me for trying to feel anything I could of her tonight? I thought it was a dream thatthisis how the evening would go. She makes this sweet little satisfied noise, like she doesn’t mind at all, and brings her core back over me, pressing directly against my erection, sliding herself up and down against me.
Satisfaction rolls through me at the feel of her, her modest but soaked little underwear all that’s keeping us from being joined, and I know my face shows her just how fucking good it all feels for me right now. I’m much more than pleasantly surprised by today’s turn of events.
“How do you like it, Gem? What’s your favorite way to do this?” I ask her, the need to make her feel so good overtaking everything for me.
She places a soft kiss to the ink for her that’s overtop my heart. “With you,” she says, a little shyly, but not at all unsure. The confidence in her words alone…fucking hell. My head falls back and I groan at the sincerity, the certainty in her words. “Beyond that,” she continues, “I dunno yet. I want to try it all with you.”
My head pops back up, locking my vision on her as my hands grasp her hips, still her motion so she focuses on my words. “Baby, I want to try everything with you, too. I want to find all your favorite ways to come.” A blush heats her cheeks, but I don’t stop. “What makes you feel so good you forget your own name. If you like it slow and sweet, or rough and deep.” A pained whimper sounds from deep within her throat, and I smirk. “If you like it from the bottom, or staring up at me above you, or some kinky shit I don’t even know yet.” She tucks her head intoher shoulder, that blush heating down her neck now, all cute as shit. “I want to spend the rest of our days finding every single thing that makes you give up those fucking noises for me like you did earlier.”
A smile breaks out across her face, and a sweet little chuckle comes out with her words. “Slow down, kid. Can we start with trying it like this?” She gestures between us, how she’s straddling me, my dick so close to inside of her.
That fucking nickname for me.An unintentional growl comes out of my mouth, and I lean forward, take her lip between my teeth, bite it gently, reprimanding her.
“I’m not a kid to you, I’m your fuckingman, Gem. Do I need to prove that to you?”
She fucking giggles at me, sucking that same lip in between her teeth, sawing it back and forth as she studies my face. “Maybe you do,” she breathes out, letting the silence hang there for a moment. And then she says, “Show me what you got, Stone.” That challenge is all I needed to hear.
