- Alex -
hings had gotten out of hand.
I could tell by the look on Gemma’s face when she crept back in the room. Her soft smile looked forced, self-conscious.
I sat up against the pillows, and her narrow comforter fell to my waist. What the hell did a guy have to do to get a girl to loosen up, for chrissakes? My mind flashed back to the almost cross-eyed gaze she had after I fingered her ass, my chest swelling with pride at the memory of having made her feel so good.
What could possibly have gone wrong since then?
She closed the door softly. “Good morning.”
Something stirred in me when I noticed the way her short robe cut across her pale thighs, and then I remembered. I’d uttered the L-word. So she had heard it. ’Course she fucking did. Women didn’t not hear that. “Good morning.”
Her fresh face searched mine.
“Come here,” I said, patting the bed.
She sat down and angled her body towards me.
I reached in the front of her robe and groped her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
She swallowed. “I have to open today.”
“Call André and have him do it,” I said, dropping my hand and sliding it between her thighs.
“Alex.”
“I like it when you say my name.”
“Jeanie,” she mouthed, pointing at the wall beside us.
“You’ll have to be quiet then, won’t you?” I said, keeping my eyes on hers as I traced her slit with my fingertips.
She bit her lip, and something flashed in her eyes. Doubt, perhaps?
“Come here,” I said, dragging her body over mine.
She relaxed against me, and I reached my hands in her robe, sliding one down between her legs and the other across her breasts, pinning them beneath my forearm.
As soon as I curled my fingers inside her, she writhed against me and sank towards my knuckles.
I looked down at her closed eyes and her gently parted lips, my need for her growing as I watched the subtle flickers of her expression. Was I merely addicted to pleasuring this woman, or did I really love her?
“Oh.” Her hands stopped my wrist. “That’s a little sore.”
My face fell.
“In a good way,” she added, her lashes batting up at me.
“Shhh.” I nodded towards the wall.
She smiled and ground her hips against my swollen cock, urging me on.
I rubbed her soft bud, pleasuring her with a regrettable urgency so she could come before work.
“Yes,” she whimpered, writhing against me as she gripped the arm I was fucking her with. “Right there.”
I longed to feel her come on my dick, longed to feel the way her pussy squeezed me so tight.
“Wait,” she panted.
I froze, trying not to think about how much my cock ached for release.
She rolled over and rose onto all fours. “Come with me.”
I pushed the blanket down, and she crawled over it, rising to her knees before she sank down on me, her robe open so her gorgeous body was on display.
I grabbed the belt of her robe with both hands and pulled it taut, driving her down my shaft.
Her eyelids fluttered as she stretched around me, her lips quivering as my dick forced the air from her lungs.
Then I pulled the belt so she fell forward.
She caught herself as her breasts hit my chest, her hair falling around my face.
And I knew.
They say you know when you know. And that’s when I knew.
I looked up at her as she rocked over me, and I saw my future. And I was happy.
She tucked some hair behind her ear, and I leaned up and kissed her, pulling her face close and pressing her lower back down, encouraging her to crush her clit against my surging cock.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered against my lips. “Come with me.”
I brushed a thumb across her cheek before raising my eyes to hers.
A moment later, her brow furrowed, and her body jerked, contracting like a wave all the way to her pussy.
When she shuddered again, I exploded and grabbed her hips, thrusting inside her with a primal groan.
She was still throbbing around my dick when she fell on my chest in a heap, her heart pounding against mine.
“I meant it,” I said, almost to myself as I laid a hand on the back of her head. “I do.”