Page 106 of The Fiancée Farce
Instead, there was a full-length, framed, wall-mounted antique mirror on the other side of the room. Holy shit. Gemma pressed her thighs together. Now,thatwas an idea...
A brilliant one.
Gemma rose, skimming her hands up the outside of Tansy’s thighs, over her lush hips, settling on the soft curve of her waist.
Tansy looked confused. “What are you doing?”
“That’s a beautiful mirror you’ve got there.” She swept her fingers up Tansy’s back, finding the clasp of her bra and freeing it, dragging the straps down her arms. She grinned when Tansy’s blush deepened. “You want to know what else is beautiful?”
Tansy rolled her eyes.
That just wouldn’t do.
But it did serve as further proof that this plan, while impromptu, was perfect.
Gemma slipped around Tansy, pressing herself right up against Tansy’s back, and stepped them both a little closer to the mirror.
“You should look at yourself.” Gemma hooked her chin over Tansy’s shoulder as she swept her hands up Tansy’s sides, over herribs, lifting her breasts, so much heavier than her own. She cupped them in her hands, thumbing her dark pink nipples and smiling in satisfaction when Tansy shivered in her arms. “You’re beautiful. You look like one of those classical sculptures—Aphrodite of Knidos, Venus de’ Medici, Venus of Arles.”
All curves and sweet swells and skin that stretched and folded.
That blush she loved so much spread down Tansy’s chest. “Thank you.”
So fucking sweet. Sopolite.
“I don’t want you to thank me.” Gemma nuzzled the space beneath Tansy’s ear where the violet scent of her shampoo was strongest, where it mingled with the bergamot of Gemma’s bodywash. “I want you to watch.”
Gemma slid her hand down Tansy’s front, past her belly, past the pretty pink stretch marks on her full hips, past the curls so dark they almost looked black, past her clit, too, fingers sliding lower. “Look at you. You’re dripping, Tansy.”
Tansy panted softly, pupils blown as she stared into the mirror.
Gemma dragged her fingers, now slick, back up to Tansy’s swollen clit, practically begging to be touched. “Here’s how this is going to work.” She circled Tansy’s clit, watching Tansy’s face in the mirror, studying her expressions, her reactions, listening to the way her breath stuttered and quickened when Gemma touched her the way she liked. “You are going to keep watching yourself in that mirror and I am going to make you come.” She drew Tansy’s earlobe between her lips, dragged her teeth against it, soothed the sting with another kiss. “Preferably more than once.”
Tansy twisted gently, hips writhing. One of her arms reached back and wrapped around Gemma’s neck while the other reached down, covering Gemma’s hand, urging her fingers a little to the left. She gasped sweetly.
“Right here?” she asked. “Like this?”
Tansy’s thighs shook and her toes curled into the carpet. “Please.”
“Look at you,” Gemma murmured, watching as Tansy’s blush crept lower, down to her belly button. A similar flush turned the insides of her thighs pink. “So fucking pretty and so close, aren’t you?”
Sweat beaded between Tansy’s breasts and dripped down her belly. “Gemma.”
Her name had never sounded as fucking sweet as it did tumbling off Tansy’s tongue, falling from her lips. “Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”
Tansy was close. She had to be. The space between her thighs had grown hotter, slicker, as the sounds of her arousal filled the room, her clit slippery beneath Gemma’s fingers. Tansy squirming against her was one thing, buthell, the picture she made? The way her bedroom smelled like lilacs and bergamot and books and sex? The sounds she made, all sweet and breathy and desperate? Tansy hadn’t even touched her,fuck, Gemma hadn’t touched herself, and she was soaked.
Tansy’s lashes fluttered.
“Uh-uh. Don’t you dare close your eyes,” Gemma warned, needing Tansy to come so she could get her mouth on her. “Watch. I want you to see yourself.” She wanted,needed, Tansy to see herself the way she did.
As utterly, undeniably irresistible.
As beautiful, precious, priceless.
Gemma pressed her lips to Tansy’s throat, feeling Tansy’s pulse stutter and skip and speed.
From beneath heavy lids, Tansy watched herself.
