Page 44 of Lemon Cake

She threw a red-faced grin over her shoulder before hiding herself from view again. “Thank you.”

He stood and leaned to grab a towel. The sound of the water sloshing pulled Gemma’s attention back to him. She let her eyes travel from his thighs, over his dick—where they lingered; he’d bet on it—over his stomach to his chest. Rider threw the towel around him to hide his rapidly growing erection and stepped out of the tub—perhaps a little too quickly, nearly slipping on the tile before he corrected himself.

“You look very handsome.”

Now it was his turn to blush. “Thank you.”

Rider moved past her to exit the bathroom, but her hand on his wrist stopped him in his tracks. His gaze drifted to her hand holding him before he fully turned to her and saw the unsure look in her eyes. Gemma worried her bottom lip, reaching for his waist and tugging the towel away from his skin.

He stood, frozen, time seeming to slow as the towel dropped to the floor. “Gemma,” he pulled her name into a long groan, gripping her chin to tilt her gaze to his.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered breathlessly.

He shook his head and let his fingers tickle over her jawline and into her hair. “You don’t have to do anythingyou’re not ready for.”

“I’m ready.”

Rider took in a sharp breath at the sensation of her delicate fingers wrapping around his now fully hard shaft.

“You’ve never made me feel pressured,” she clarified with a tone so soft and loving that it made his every hair stand on end. “I’ve always felt safe around you.”

He latched onto a fistful of her hair, desperate to have something to hold onto. Her other hand still held his wrist, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing his skin. Gemma’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, and his eyes tracked the movement. Then his heart sped when she started to lean closer. He nearly blew on the spot as she lapped at his slit. He twitched and groaned as she slowly explored his cockhead, her tongue flattening against him.

“Gemma,” he breathed, knees buckling and forcing him to tighten his grip in her hair.

Her hesitant fingers wrapped around his base as her head tilted up and her worried eyes found his. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“I love it,” he reassured his hand cupping her cheek, and guiding her back down. “You’re doing so well.”

Gemma latched on once more, sealing her mouth around his cock. His entire body quivered, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth. His balls were already drawn up tight, his climax much closer than he’d prefer.

“You feel so good,” he coaxed, using his thumb to relax her jaw.

Gemma stroked his cock, meeting her lips to slick up what she couldn’t reach. He twitched and felt precum driponto her tongue. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he saw her throat bounce as she swallowed it down.

Gemma took her time, easing herself into it. Her tongue slithered around him, exploring him, while making his cock jerk in her mouth. She felt like heaven, and he was drowning in the electricity shooting through his veins.

She pulled back, seeking his approval. Her lips never left his dick.

“Just like that, beautiful,” he encouraged.

She bobbed forward again, faster this time. She hummed, making his shaft vibrate. With a swallow, Rider’s cock met the back of her throat and that ominous tingle started at the base of his spine.

“Shit,” he hissed, pulling her away by her hair. Then he saw her scared eyes and quickly loosened his grip and stroked her cheek. “It was too good,” he whispered in a soothing tone. “You’ll make me come.”

A mischievous spark flickered across Gemma’s eyes—right before she swallowed him down again. His balls tightened and with another thrust and a swirl of her tongue, he came, spilling down her throat and struggling to stay upright as she swallowed every drop. The sucking only milked more out of him, his orgasm burning all the way through his body.

“Fuck, Gemma, you’re amazing.”

She bit her lip, sitting back and catching her breath. Her hands now rested in her lap, looking so innocent and sweet—as if she hadn’t just sucked the life out of him through his cock.

“I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Gemma

Rider had her in his arms before she could finish nodding. He carried her to the bedroom, and she squirmed when he dropped her on the bed, supporting himself with a hand to either side of her. He knocked her legs apart, dipping down and pressing his lips to hers. Her arms snaked around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. Men normally hated being kissed after she’d had her mouth on them, but Rider didn’t seem to mind. His tongue swept over her lips, and she parted for him immediately, a groan vibrating from his chest when their tongues met.

She felt nothing but safe pinned beneath Rider’s massive form. Her skin tingled even more when he lowered down, bearing his weight on his forearm while his other hand danced down her side and skittered over her hip. His fingertips pushed past her towel, but paused as he broke the kiss.

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