crazy, out of my mind in love with you,” she states confidently.
Her confession has my heart nearly beating out of my chest, and I can’t hold back the wide smile on my face.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me, baby. I’m madly, deeply, insanely in love with you. I love you so damn much that it physically hurts when I think about how I almost lost it all.”
Gemma laughs and smiles at the same time, wiping away happy tears. “I can’t believe we’re finally together again and have to pretend we aren’t.”
“It won’t be for long, sweetheart. We can sneak around, and when it’s all over, we’ll be able to appreciate every single minute we get together.” I press my lips to hers.
“I hope so. As long as he doesn’t throw anything else at me, I think I’ll be able to pretend for a couple of weeks.”
“You’re stronger than you realize, Gemma. You always have been.”
She leans into me and presses her mouth to mine. Our kiss quickly grows hungry and desperate, and her hands grasp me as I squeeze her ass cheeks. Gemma rocks her hips, and that sexual urge returns, greedy and eager.
“I don’t wanna wait anymore, Tyler. Please. Make love to me,” she begs with little whimpers that have my cock aching.
“You’re sure?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t change her mind after how she’s touching me.
“Yes. I want you.”
Without muttering a word, I stand and take her with me. She squeals and tightens her arms around me, holding on. Gemma feathers kisses on my face and neck, driving me more insane. I take us to my room, then move to the bed.
Setting her down, she lies back with her legs hanging over the edge. I stand between them and lean over her with a smirk. “How do you want it?”
“What are my choices?” she muses, and I growl.
Grabbing her thighs, I wrap them around my waist, then rest my elbows on either side of her. “Well, I can make love to you, sweet and slow…” I arch my hips and press my cock between her legs. Her head falls back as she releases a moan. “Or I can fuck you, deep and hard.”
She gulps, then slides her hand between us until she feels my bulge. “Both.”
I chuckle at her indecisiveness. “You keep doing that—” I nod down to where her hand is. “And you may not get a choice.”
“I’m okay with that. Just take off your clothes,” she demands.
Ignoring her request, I drop to my knees and keep her legs parted as I slide my palms up her thighs and press the pad of my thumb against the outside of her panties. She’s still wearing the pencil skirt she had on at work, which works fucking perfect for me.
Before I do anything, I plan to taste and feast on her pussy.
“You’re soaking wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” I taunt, playing with her clit.
Her eyes slam shut as she bites down on her lower lip. “Mm-hmm,” she hums.
“Move your skirt over your waist. I wanna see you,” I instruct. It’s been over five years since I’ve been with a woman, and I’m not rushing this—especially not with the woman I love.
Gemma does what I say, giving me a front row seat to her sexy black thong. “These for me?”
“I won’t deny I think of you every time I put them on.” She smirks.
I move them to one side and brush my finger over her, immediately feeling her wetness and sliding up and down her slit. Her breath hitches, and she gasps though I’ve barely touched her. It’s obvious she’s as eager as I am, but I’m taking my time tonight. I want to cherish every second and remind her why we’re amazing together.
Slipping my finger inside, she grips the blankets and arches her back as I explore her sexy body with my mouth. I flick my tongue against her clit, and she writhes underneath me. I add a second finger and drive deeper as I suck hard. Her hands fly to my hair as her legs curl around my shoulders, and it won’t be long before she completely unravels.
“God, that feels amazing.” She moans. “Don’t stop.”
Not a fucking chance.
Gemma rocks against me as I bring her closer to the edge. She pushes my head into her harder as I thrust my fingers faster.
“Yes, yes, oh my God…” She nearly flies off the bed as she comes on my tongue. I widen her thighs and devour