“Oh, my God!” She’s louder than normal, and I like it.
My face is already covered in her juices. I can't get enough of her taste, her scent. I feel her hands on my head, running through my hair and then gripping it tight as she lets out a sexy little mewling sound.
“Alex, I need you,” she pants.
Her words are my cue to leap into action. I pull my jeans and boxers down, my cock springing free. I grab her legs and pull her closer to the edge of the table. I line myself up and slam myself inside her. We both moan loud.
“Fuck, Gemma, you’re so tight,” I groan, leaning forward to kiss her. I’m so hungry for her.
“I need it hard,” she replies against my lips. “Alex…” she calls my name in pure ecstasy.
I thrust inside her while her fingernails scratch my back. She tightens up around me.
“I think I’m going to wet myself.”
My fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs as I move. Reaching between us, I touch her and move my fingers deftly over her clit, pumping in and out as fast as I can manage.
“Let go, you’ll be fine.” I kiss, as my release surges.
Tears leak from her eyes, her skin looking blotchy. She trembles in my arms as her orgasm rips through her. I feel her tense around me again. I continue to move and touch her, wanting her to orgasm once more. She holds onto my shoulders, crying out.
"Shit, Gemma, I'm going to..." My hips snap forward as I release. I rub her clit, and she orgasms again, tensing around me once more. I kiss her deep and slow. "You are amazing." My forehead rests against hers. I don’t ever want this to end.
"You're amazing," she comments, out of breath. "That was incredible."
"I'm glad I could satisfy your needs," I say with a grin. I fix my jeans and boxers, and she climbs off the table. "I'll get a cloth." She says.
I go to reheat the food, but I'm not sure I'm still hungry after that workout. Gemma's cleaned the table by the time I bring the food over, and we sit and eat in silence, content in each other’s company. I fetch a bottle of wine and two glasses, filling them each, handing one to her.
"Are you trying to get me drunk, Alex?" she teases.
"Maybe. I wouldn't say no to a second or third round. But you'll have to give me some time to recover. I'm not as young as I used to be." I feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
Gemma smirks. "I don't know about that. You’ve got enough stamina for me."
"Gemma," I warn her, chuckling.
"I just want to do it all the time with you," she says, her voice giddy.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she eats. Her face scrunches up when she tastes the pad krapow, then takes a large sip of wine. Our conversation flows; Gemma talks about how she got into childcare. We carry on the evening out on the patio. Grabbing a blanket, I wrap it around her, taking her glass and the rest of the bottle. It’s a warm evening and still light. We watch as the sun starts to set, the red and pink colours filling the sky before the stars start to come out. She sits next to me, holding my hand; I can’t take my eyes off her.
She catches me staring and raises her eyebrows. "What? Do I have something on my face?" She wipes it with her hand.
“Nothing.” I smile.
She gets up, moving onto my knee and cuddles up against me.
“I wish the children were here. It’s a perfect night to see the stars,” she murmurs.
“They would be asleep by now.” I kiss her head.
“We could wake them up one night. Surely they would be allowed to?” she asks me.
“Then I couldn’t do this.” My mouth reaches hers. I am not letting her go anytime soon. One day, I will have to, just not today.
Chapter
Seventeen
