breasts. “Or as fast as you want too as well.” He reached down and unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down slowly. I stepped out of them and stared up into his face. My heart was racing. He growled as he looked down at me.
“You’re so damn sexy.” He grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled it, tugging it. I cried out slightly at the sharp yank that he gave me. “What?” He grinned, “Too rough for you?” He pressed his lips against mine again and lifted me up slightly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked back so that my back was pressed against the wall. I could feel his cock up against my pussy and I groaned as it rubbed against me. I could feel how hard he was. I ran my hands through his hair and I tugged on his strands slightly too hard so that he could feel what it was like to have pleasure and pain at the same time. He growled against my lips as his hands squeezed into my ass cheeks. “Oh, I want you so badly.” His fingers pressed into my flesh, deep, penetrating, and I moaned against his lips. He let me down slightly and then pulled my panties off so that I was now naked in front of him.
He stepped back and looked at my body. I could see the lust in his eyes. I reached forward and undid his belt buckle, lust driving me to remove all of his clothes as well. He grinned as I slid off the belt, dropped it to the floor and undid the top of his jeans. He stepped out of them and was just standing there in a pair of dark briefs. I gazed at his cock through the material. He was hard. I ran my fingers down the ridge of his cock and he groaned as I slipped my fingers inside the material. “Shit Gemma, I’m going to come if you keep touching me like that,” he said and I smiled up at him. He shook his head and then kissed me again. “First you have your bath.” He led me over to the bathtub and I stepped in, sat down and leaned back. The water felt magnificent against my skin. I gazed up at him and smiled.
“Are you going to join me?” I said flirtatiously. He shook his head.
“Stay there for a couple of minutes. Let the water fill up and enjoy the bubbles and then I’ll be back.”
“Okay.” I closed my eyes. All I could think about was how warm and relaxed I felt. This was like being in a spa. A couple of minutes later he walked in, turned the light switch off. I opened my eyes. He had a flute of champagne and he handed it to me.
“For you, madam,” he said with a grin.
“Why thank you, kind sir.” I took a sip of the champagne. I let out an audible sigh of satisfaction. “This is absolutely amazing,” I said as I took another sip. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I’m really happy that you decided to spend Christmas Eve with me,” he said, and then turned the faucet off. The water was right at the top. He leaned over and pressed a button and the water started bubbling.
“Oh my gosh, you have a jacuzzi tub?” I moaned out loud. “This feels so good.”
“I’m glad,” he said. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “Would you like some music?” He walked over to the side of the room and pressed a button. Within seconds, the smooth sounds of jazz were playing in the room. For a few seconds all I could think about was Connor and the jazz concert we’d gone to. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel guilty about being here with Lucas. If anything, I felt even more excited. What I was doing, it was crazy, but it was fun and I was enjoying every minute of it.
“Do you like jazz then?” I asked Lucas as he walked toward me and sat at the edge of the tub.
“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “It’s not really my thing, but my brother’s into it so sometimes we go to concerts.”
“Oh yeah?” I looked at him feeling almost sleepy. “I guess that’s how jazz is,” I laughed. “Some people are really into it and others not so much. I think it’s okay. Only recently have I ever really listened to it, but,” I shrugged, “it’s not bad.”