by Kennedy Fox
“We will,” I promise.
She leans in and presses her mouth to mine. “Before you kissed me, how’d you know I was lying?” she asks, searching my face.
“Because I can read you, Gemma. Your mouth said one thing, but your body said another. I learned a lot of weird shit in prison, one of them being body language—a defense mechanism—but the two weren’t lining up.”
“Well, you were definitely right about one thing.” Her lips shyly tilt upward.
Brushing hair behind her ear, I grin. “What was that?”
“That I love you. I’m completely 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 her as she screams out my name.
Leaning back, I wipe my mouth and grin. “That was fucking hot.”
“That was…so good.”
“Glad to hear being rusty hasn’t affected my ability.” I flash her a smirk.
“Don’t get cocky.” She chuckles. “Now, clothes off.”
I waggle my brows. “Yes, ma’am.”
Standing, I grab my boxer shorts and kick them off. My cock springs free, and Gemma doesn’t hesitate before reaching for it. She places my length between her lips, then lowers her body as she strokes me into her hot mouth.
“Fuck, that’s incredible,” I murmur, resting my palm on the back of her head to guide her. “I came in the shower to the very thought of this.”
Gemma stares up at me with pure amusement.
“Couldn’t help it. You consume me.” I flash her a wink, and she sucks faster.
“You better slow down…” I warn, but she doesn’t listen.
I want to be inside her when I come. Pulling back, she releases me, and I reposition her. She raises her arms, and I remove her shirt and unclasp her bra. Cupping one of her perky breasts, I lean down and drag my tongue over her nipple until it’s hard.
“You have amazing tits, baby.” I caress the other before switching to the other one.
I help her out of her skirt and panties, and when we’re both naked, I direct her to lie on the bed. Lifting one of her legs, I rest her ankle on my shoulder as I stand and position myself between her.
“I might not be able to last long,” I warn. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Our night isn’t ending anytime soon,” she says sweetly. “And I don’t plan to sleep tonight.”
“Goddamn,” I hiss, stroking my cock as I press the tip against her pussy. The anticipation is almost too much as I slide inside her.
“Mmm…” Her eyes flutter closed as she grins.
“Jesus fuck,” I grunt, nearly biting off my tongue as I try to hold back. The moment I speed up, I’ll embarrass myself and come in five seconds. It’s been so goddamn long, and I don’t want this to end anytime soon. “You’re so tight, baby. It’s too good.”
I position her other leg on my other shoulder, then lean down until her knees touch her chest.
“You’re so deep,” she purrs. “Go faster, it’s okay.”
Gripping the back of her thighs, I move back slightly until I easily thrust in and out of her. Her pussy squeezes my dick with every movement, and it’s pure heaven.
Gemma slides her hand down between her legs and rubs her clit as I pound into her delicious cunt. She cups her breast with the other and makes sexy little breathy noises. As she gets closer to the edge, her hips rock faster, and the moment she unravels, her body tightens. Her loud moans are music to my goddamn ears.
“Yes, sweetheart…fuck.”
She shakes, riding out her release, and before I lose control, I pull out completely. Gemma furrows her brows, but before she can ask, I flip her over on her belly.
“Lie in the middle of the bed,” I order. She does, and I crawl to her, grabbing her hips and tugging her upward. “Stick your ass out, baby.”
She looks over her shoulder and smiles, then spreads her thighs. I dip a finger inside her again, and she’s wet and ready for more.
“Hang on,” I warn when I enter and squeeze her cheeks apart. She gasps as her chest falls to the bed, and I dive deeper.
At this angle, I can increase my pace while filling her full with my length.
“Shit,” I mutter as her pussy clenches, and I give her ass a hard smack. Gemma rocks against me as I pound in and out of her, and in seconds, she’s screaming out again. Her moans echo against the walls, and I’ve never been happier that my sister isn’t home. I’m thankful we don’t have to worry about being quiet, though our neighbors might have a different opinion.
I reach around and rub her clit, but she squirms. “It’s too much, but don’t stop,” she pants. “Oh my God, it’s so good.”
Smirking, I move back slowly before slamming hard again. She loses her balance, and her arms slide above her head as her body goes flat against the mattress. The new position makes her pussy tighten around me even more, and I’m seconds away from coming inside her.
“Goddamn, Gemma…I’m so close, but I don’t wanna stop. You feel too amazing.”
“Come inside me,” she pleads. “Please.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.” She pants harder. “Fuck me,” she demands. “Faster.”
Leaning over until my chest covers her back, I bring my mouth to her ear. “You have any idea what you just said? I’m already losing my fucking mind.”
“Don’t stop until you do,” she says, and I can tell she’s grinning.
When she’s steady on her hands and knees, I kneel securely between her legs. The headboard is about to dent the motherfucking wall from hitting it so much. Fisting her hair, I tug her head back as I push inside, and she gasps. Grabbing her hips as she rocks into me, I pound fiercely into her, over and over. I release her hair and bend my knees. Squeezing her waist, I ram into her wet cunt deeper and faster until the build is too much, and I explode.
Grunting and groaning, I curse as the orgasm takes over. Gemma collapses on the bed, and I nearly fall on top of her but hold myself up with my elbows.
“Jesus Christ,” I choke out. “I can barely breathe after that.”
Gemma giggles as I situate myself next to her and hold her in my arms.
“You gettin’ old?” she taunts.
“Not sure I can keep up with you youngster,” I tease, brushing the hair off her cute, sweaty face. “That was…”
“Incredible,” she finishes for me.
“So incredible. And sexy. And hot. Fuck, I’m getting hard again.”
“Guess you aren’t too old then.” She smirks.
Leaning down, I cup her jaw until our mouths touch. “I love you, Gemma. We’re meant to be together. I have zero doubts about that.”
“I love you too.” She wraps an arm around me and brings us closer. “I wish I had waited longer for you. We wouldn’t be in this weird mess if I hadn’t started dating him in the first place.”
“Don’t you dare blame yourself for his behavior. Robert’s on a power trip, and we aren’t gonna let him get away with it,” I reassure her.
“I hope not.” She rests her head on my chest and snuggles into me. “So how’s having sex again after five years?” she asks with a cute chuckle.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I laugh. “Better than I could’ve ever imagined. But it’s only because it’s always felt unbelievable with you—that still hasn’t changed.”
Gemma tilts her head up and flashes a small smile. “I’d be on board with the housewife duties and stay-at-home mom gig as long as it was with the right man.”
“I’d never ask you to do that. I respect you and know how much you love working with your dad.”
“But when I picture you coming home to me, I like the idea of us spending as much time together as we can. You’d cook dinner because obviously…” She chuckles. “I’d give the kids a bath, and after we tucked them in, we’d snuggle on the couch with a glass of wine and talk about our day. Afterward, we’d climb into bed, make love, and then I’d fall asleep in your arms. I wouldn’t even need to dream because nothing would be better than the reality I’d be living with you.”
“You have no idea how much I wanna give that to you, baby,” I tell her sincerely, brushing the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “I never felt worthy enough for you, and it’s partly why I had to go. I needed to make something of myself so I could have that title. Didn’t quite go as planned, though.” I frown, then press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I don’t understand why you’d ever think that. To me, you hung the damn moon, and I couldn’t care less about anything else.”
“Young and filled with insecurities, I guess. I think that happens when you grow up with no role models and wonder why your mother couldn’t stay sober long enough to be in your life.”
“Have you seen her since you’ve been home?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Don’t even care enough to find out where she lives.”
Gemma nods. “She’s the one who missed out.”
“Especially since I’m so damn loveable…” I waggle my brows, and Gemma releases the sweetest giggle.
“I think we should take a shower,” Gemma suggests.
My eyebrows pop up. “Already?” I know what her insinuation implies.
“You need a break, or do I need to remind you of what you’d be missing?” She slides her hand between our bodies and wraps her fingers around my cock. “I think he’s on board.”
“You’re insatiable,” I growl, pushing my hips into her hand as she continues to stroke me. “Fuck.”
“That’s what I thought.” She climbs on top of me and pushes me back as her pussy rubs against me. “I’m not wasting a minute I have with you, so you better meet me in the bathroom in thirty seconds. Otherwise, I’ll start without you.”
Chapter Sixteen
GEMMA
The moment I leap off the bed, Tyler’s chasing me, and I squeal all the way down the hallway. He quickly catches me in his arms and spins me until I’m facing him.
“Nice try.” He flashes a devilish smirk as his arms slide down my back. “You have an amazing ass, by the way. I can’t stop touching it.”
Tyler has no idea how many years I’ve spent hating my body—too flat, too skinny, too ugly.
He notices my expression change and tilts up my chin. “Whatever negative thoughts are filling your mind right now, stop. You’re beautiful. Your sweet tits and fine ass are just a bonus.”
I burst out laughing and pull his lips down to mine, sinking my tongue into his mouth. “Thank you,” I mutter. “I appreciate you saying that.”
“I fucking mean it, Gemma. Nothing will ever affect how I feel about you. I’m in love with you because of who you are. Not anything else.”
“And that’s why I love the hell out of you. Now, get me in that shower now,” I demand. “I have some wild fantasies to fulfill.”
Tyler chuckles and shakes his head, then turns on the shower. Once the water’s warm, we step in. Immediately, I’m swarmed by the hot stream and Tyler’s hands and mouth. I can’t get enough of him. I never could, and I most definitely won’t be able to now.
The anticipation of Tyler claiming my body again is almost too much for me to handle. As the memories of our summer together flood in, I remember why I never stopped loving him.
I spin around in his arms until his chest is to my back. His thick cock presses against my body as I arch my back, allowing him to slide it up and down my pussy. Leaning down and flattening my palms on the shower wall, I widen my legs to give him access. Squeezing my hips, he pushes in deep, making me gasp out in relief. He ravages me from behind with desperate thrusts, and I can’t control the moans that escape from my lips. Tyler grunts and slides his hands up and down my body. He circles my clit, massages my breasts, and pounds into me as if his life depends on it.
Once the
buildup is too much, my pussy clenches, and I unravel around his dick. This feeling is almost too much yet at the same time, not enough.
I want more.
I always want more of him.
Tyler’s close, and when I look over my shoulder, his eyes are closed tight. I whisper sweet words and tell him to fuck me harder. Moments later, he’s growling out his release as he spills inside me again.
The connection between us is so intense that I get emotional thinking about it. He holds me in his arms after we clean up. When he kisses me slowly, he nearly steals my breath away.
Once we’re satiated, it doesn’t take long before we’re ready to pass out. I immediately fall asleep in his arms without a worry in the world.
The next morning, Tyler wakes me with his tongue between my legs. After he devours me as if I’m his queen, he crawls up my body and kisses me, allowing me to taste myself, which is a real turn-on.
“I could get used to that,” I say. “Who needs coffee first thing when you can have an orgasm instead?”
“Exactly.” He smirks. “But just to be extra nice, I’ll make you breakfast in bed with coffee.”
“You keep treating me to sex and food like this, and I’m never gonna leave your bed.”
Tyler smiles, then kisses my forehead. “That’s my plan.”
I lie down while he goes to the kitchen to cook. I honestly don’t know how things could get any better.
Thirty minutes later, Tyler brings a tray with two steaming hot mugs and two plates of eggs and toast. I sit up, and he grabs his, then settles next to me.
“So what’s the plan today?” I ask after gulping down half my coffee. Though I’m definitely not complaining, I don’t think either of us got enough sleep.
“Well, my only plan was to ravish you, but maybe after you shower and change, we can go on that hike?” he suggests.
“I’d love that! We just have to be careful in public. I have to amuse Robert’s ridiculous idea for a bit. I should probably speak to my dad and triple-check that Robert’s telling the truth. And if he is, then maybe my dad will have a solution. But unless he drags me by my hair down that aisle, I’m not saying I do.”
