Page 53 of Lemon Cake

She began to get changed and after making sure that she didn’t need anything else, Rider returned and set two water bottles on the side table. He undressed, changing into pyjamas he pulled from his backpack.

Just a few weeks ago, she’d been crying in this room, ashamed and terrified to have him see her without her prosthesis. Now, it felt natural. The insecurity was still there—it always would be—but the way he made her feel kept it contained to a dark corner of her mind.

Once they were both changed, they curled up in bed together.

“Come here,” he groaned, pulling her onto his chest and letting out a contented sigh. “Ah, much better.”

“I always thought the bed was big, but now it feels so tiny with you in it.”

“Just means you have no way of escaping my snuggles.”

Gemma closed her eyes and with his fingers drawing lazy shapes over her back, she drifted off easily.

Rider

Rider awoke the next morning with Gemma curled up to his side, a pillow under her head and her leg draped over his thigh. He stirred, the reason for being awake making itself known: his hard cock. He pressed down with the heel of his hand to ease the pressure, but for fuck’s sake, he wasn’t about to take care of himself with Gemma sleeping right next to him. He squirmed, trying to make himself more comfortable. That backfired, Gemma’s eyes fluttering open.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered.

Gemma gave him a lazy smile, closed her eyes and shifted her weight on top of him. Rider stiffened, wondering if it was better or worse for him. Her bodydidease some of the pressure, but it only made him harden even more.

Gemma was none the wiser. Her eyes were wide open, and she grinned up at him with a cheeky smile. With her chin resting on his sternum, she bit her lip, trying to hide her grin.

His cheeks heated. “Sorry. I really didn’t mean to wakeyou.”

“How long have you been up?”

“A few minutes.”

She stretched, gave him a quick kiss, then pushed herself to sit up. Her pussy ground against him as she moved, and he had to suppress a groan. Gemma wiggled, and Rider’s eyes widened—he was wide awake now. She slid down, knocking his legs apart so she had space to kneel between his thighs. With a tug at his joggers, his cock throbbed.

“Gemma…” he groaned, fighting the urge to lift his hips.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

He let his head roll back, giving into his body’s primal urges and letting her tug the fabric away from him before he heard it hit the floor. “I just want you to know that it wasn’t my intention to wake you. I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t want to make this about sex.”

“Noted,” she giggled, tugging his boxers down, his dick springing up into her hand.

Her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft, and he could no longer suppress his pleasure. She was gentle at first, jacking his length slow enough to tease him. His eyes rolled back, and his cock jerked in her grip. She swiped her thumb over his tip, earning herself a few drops of precum that she generously worked into his skin.

He felt her move, and opened his eyes in time to see herbending over and her tongue darting out to taste him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching down and cupping her cheek, thumb caressing her soft skin. “That feels so good.”

She hummed and with a mischievous grin, she lapped at his cockhead again. Before he knew it, her lips were sealed around his cock. Rider let his eyes shut, relishing the feeling of her tongue flattening against that spot that drove him wild. With one hand still cupping her cheek, his other found where she gripped him at the base, urging her to stroke him.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he praised.

She hummed, vibrating his shaft as she swallowed him down. He picked his head up, desperate to see his cock disappear behind those gorgeous, plump lips. The mental images from last time had burned themselves into his brain—but they didn’t hold a candle to seeing it in real time. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks rosy and her lips in a sweet smile as she slowly bobbed over his cock. He ran his fingers through her hair, clenching the locks at her nape in his fist.

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