I pressed my lips against his and kissed him, wanting to feel his lips against mine. I didn’t know how to answer his question. Yes, every part of me wanted to fuck him, but another part of me, a small whisper in my ear said it was too soon, said that it was too weird. Because even though I was enjoying being with him, I knew that the next evening I’d be with Connor and would I be doing exactly the same thing with him?
“Gemma,” he pulled away from me slightly with a frown, “what’s going on? You look slightly bedazzled right now. What happened?”
“Nothing,” I said lightly, trying to laugh. I was so annoyed with myself for letting Connor into my mind again. It wasn’t as if I had anything with him and I loved being here with Lucas. Shit, I was naked, he was naked, we were in the bath together. I rolled over and straddled him. I could feel his cock between my legs. One more move and he would be inside of me. We were that close to being intimate and yet I couldn’t, not yet. I needed to make sure that Lucas was the guy for me. I ignored the voice in my head that told me that I already knew Connor couldn’t be the guy for me, yet I didn’t have the same reservations about him.
“Hey, it’s okay, Gemma,” he smiled as he looked at me. “You’re fucking sexy as hell.” He reached up and played with my breasts as I straddled him. “But if we’re not going to make love tonight, I think you should get off of me because,” he grabbed my hips and moved my body slightly so that his penis was right up against my pussy, “literally one more move and I’ll be inside of you and I won’t be able to stop myself.” I bit down on my lower lip. There was nothing I wanted more than him inside of me right at this moment. But I moved slightly and rolled off of him, my hand went to his cock and played with it. He groaned. “Let’s get out of the tub.”
“But we just got in five minutes ago,” I giggled.
“Come on Gemma, he said. He stood up and got out and then held his hand out for me. As I got out of the tub, he wrapped a large white towel around me and I pressed it to my body, enjoying the fluffy heated feeling of the cotton material next to my skin. He rubbed it up and down my body so that he dried me off. And then he took my towel and dried himself off.
“But that’s still wet.” I protested.
“I don’t care. I just want you next to me any way that I can have you,” he said. I moaned. How hot was that? He grabbed my hand and walked me back to his bedroom and we got onto the bed. He laid next to me, ran his fingers up and down my skin then kissed me. I looked up at his face. He was so gosh darn handsome. He grabbed some oil from the nightstand, placed it in his palms and started massaging my breasts. I moaned at the feeling. It felt so wonderful as his hands kneaded my breasts and played with my nipples. He must’ve massaged my breasts for what felt like hours, but was most probably only ten minutes before I could feel him lean down and start sucking on one of my nipples. “Oh, Lucas,” I cried. As his teeth nibbled harder and harder and harder on my nipple.
“Gemma.” He kissed down to my belly button and then to my pussy, spreading my legs open. I felt his tongue on my clit, licking, and I moaned as I felt my wetness seeping onto his face. I didn’t care about anything else in that moment. He licked and sucked and I cried out as his tongue entered me. I couldn’t believe that I was here with him and that he was making me feel all sorts of pleasure, all sorts of ecstasy. I reached down and pulled his head up. “Hold on,” I said.
“What?” He looked at me through veiled eyes. I could see that he was completely in the moment, completely filled with lust.
“I want to take care of you as well,” I said slowly as I crawled over to him and kissed him on the lips. My hands ran down