grabbed some fluid that he poured over the logs, and then he bent down and lit a match. The flames flared up within seconds, and he stepped back.
“That was fast,” I said, as I walked over and stood next to him. The flames were getting larger and larger, and I placed my hands in front of them, enjoying the feel of the heat on my skin.
“So,” I said as I looked at him, “What next?”
“What next, indeed?” he said, gazing down at me. His fingers ran across my lips. My lips trembled in response. I could see his eyes narrowing as he stared at my face. He grabbed my hand, placed it against his chest, and I could feel his heart racing.
“I know I told you I don’t want anything from you,” he said, as he looked at me. “I only want what you’re willing to give me, what you’re willing to share.”
“Shh,” I said, and leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him.
He didn’t need anything else, and suddenly he was ravishing me. We were kissing each other and touching each other, and I didn’t know where his body ended and mine started. His hands were in my hair. My hands were on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. Before I knew what was happening, his shirt was off, my shirt was off, and he was unclasping my bra. My bra was off on the ground, and we were walking back to the bedroom.
He lifted me up and placed me on the bed, leaning down next to me. He cradled me in his arms, and then started kissing me again. His hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples, and I moaned against him. He was rough, and he was ready, and I loved it.
“I wrote a song for you, you know,” he whispered against my lips as we kissed.
“What? Oh, you did?” I said, as I ran my hands down his chest. His six-pack was tight. His muscles were rippled. Lucas was also built, but in a different way, not like Connor. I moaned against his lips as I felt his fingers in my hair.
“Yeah. I can sing it to you if you want,” he said.
“I want,” I said, and leaned back and looked at him, stroking the side of his face.
“Let me take off your pants first.”
He quickly undid the zipper and button to my pants and pulled them down. I lay there in just my underwear. I thought he would take it off right away, but he didn’t. I lay there, gazing up at him.
“Take off your jeans too,” I said, and I watched as he pulled them off quickly. He was wearing a pair of boxers with Santa Claus on them, and I laughed.
“Ho ho ho,” he said, and pulled them down.
I watched as his cock sprung free, and gasped. It was beautiful. Thick and long. I reached out to touch it, and he stepped back.
“Not yet, my dear,” he said. He looked down at me, gazing at my body, and just shook his head. “You’re absolutely stunning,” he said. “Beautiful, Gemma. Beautiful.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.” I laughed as I looked up at him.
“Gemma,” he started singing. “When I think of you, I think of angels flying in the sky. When I look at you, I think of angels passing me by. When you kiss me, I know that nothing could taste so sweet. And when you touch me, all I can feel is the heat. I want to be with you so bad. I want to fuck you so hard. I know in my heart that this shouldn’t be so good. But I want you to know that every time that I’m with you, all I can think about is how I want to please you. So, just give me a second. Just give me a day. Tell me a lifetime could never take this pleasure away,” he sang.
And as he gazed up at me, I could feel myself starting to fall for him. He was just too smooth. His voice was too husky, too deep, too melodic. I was falling for him. I was falling for Connor, the one guy that I shouldn’t be falling for, and I didn’t care. I didn’t care because it felt right. I reached up and pulled him down on top of me.
“That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” I kissed him and wrapped my legs around him, just wanting to touch and be touched by him. I didn’t care what