Page 4 of Six More Minutes
As if to emphasize his words she eased a hand back between them until she’d found his dick, gripping the hard length between her fingers.
“Ah, yeah. That’s it right there.” He sucked on her neck then, again almost to the point of causing pain. “I dream of you touching me some nights. Like I’m some kind of horny kid.”
She gave a stilted chuckle. “Then I must be horny as hell too because I think about this dick. Feeling it all buried deep inside me.”
And that was no lie. She had thought about him thrusting in and out of her like he owned some part of her since that first time at National Harbor. It had been Easter weekend and they’d spent Friday and Saturday nights in their separate rooms, only enjoying each other’s company throughout the day. But on Sunday he’d kissed her for the first time and that kiss had led to one hot as hell night in his hotel room. From then on she’d secretly craved his touch.
“Take this shit off,” he growled the words while stepping back from her and pulling her nightshirt up and over her head.
With just as quick motions she reached for his shirt and he lifted his arms so she could pull it off. He pushed down his shorts, stepping out of them freeing that long, delectable erection that caught her complete attention. Watching as it bobbed up and down Gemma licked her lips and reached for him again.
“You want it?” Damn, she loved hearing his voice husky with desire.
Glancing up at him she licked her lips again. “I want—”
“Take it, baby. Take that shit right now.” He’d cut off what she was about to say but the urgency in his tone, the heat in his gaze and the slick warmth she felt covering her pussy had her simply doing as he’d asked.
Gripping his dick in her hands Gemma stepped close enough to touch her lips to his, taking the initial touch into a deep kiss where she sucked on his lower lip and then his tongue. He buried his hands in her hair, pulling it so he could keep her mouth on his. Her hand worked his dick. Her wrist circling, thumb brushing over the tip feeling the dampness of his arousal. He was so hard she groaned into the kiss, eager to put her mouth all over him, but not willing to let him call all the shots. They often played this game of control when they were together. Sometimes he won, sometimes she won. The end result was always a glorious release.
Tearing her mouth from his she lowered herself until her lips were only inches away from his dick.
He cupped her cheeks then, tilting her face up so he could look down at her. “You’re so damn pretty. No matter how many women I saw throughout the year, none of them compared to you. Not a single one.”
That meant something right? The warmth that spread throughout her chest at his words said it did and not just in the confident woman who knows she’s fly type of way. Instead, she felt it in the sincerity of his tone, like he was trying to tell her something even more profound. The quick throbbing of her pussy said she’d have to contemplate that later, right now she didn’t want this pleasure to stop.
She had her mouth over his tip in seconds, eased him in until his dick pulsated against her tonsils and then she began to suck. He moved his hips slowly pumping in and out of her mouth, groaning and cursing as she continued.
“Are you trying to kill me?” He gasped when she cupped his balls, massaging them in one hand while the other held the base of his dick as she continued to lick up and down his length.
She wasn’t really, she was just trying to get to that feeling, that sensation that rippled through her body each time they were together. She’d become addicted to that feeling and she was afraid, to the man who gave it to her.
“Condom,” she breathed over his dick and looked up at him.
“Shit!” He eased out of her grasp and found his shorts, checking both pockets before finding the condom packet.
She was starting to get up from her kneeling position when she grinned. “Who carries a condom in their basketball shorts pocket?”
He extended a hand to help her up. “Any guy staying in a cabin with you.” He sheathed his length and turned her to face the window.
Grabbing her wrists, he put her hands up on the glass warmed a bit by the heat inside the cabin and instructed her to spread her legs as if he were about to arrest her. When she’d done what he asked he pressed his hand to the small of her back. “Bend over a little and arch your back.”
She did, her body quaking with need and anticipation.
“You can enjoy the scenery while you enjoy this ride.”
Gemma didn’t get a chance to respond before he’d pressed his dick deep inside her with one quick thrust. That set the tone and from that moment on there was only the sound of his thighs slapping against her ass, her moans and his grunts. Sure, she glimpsed the snow falling over the mountains and bit her bottom lip as her fingers scraped along the glass, but there was absolutely nothing on her mind besides how good Myles felt inside her. How good they always felt together. So good and so damn right.
Her body was already trembling as her release took over moments later. She gritted her teeth and rode the waves of pleasure as they quickly pummeled her. When he grabbed her hips and murmured her name, she knew he was about to come. Tossing her ass back faster, she encouraged him with her whispers, “Come for me, Myles baby. Come for me.”
Minutes later, he did and they both cursed with how intense and satisfying it was.
It seemed like an eternity later when he slid out of her, his arm around her waist holding her close as they both came to an upright position. She thought they would go to the bathroom now, as they always did when they were finished, but Myles held her there. He wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her back against him, nestling his face in her neck.
“I want more of these visits, Gemma. I want more of you.”
That warmth was back in the center of her chest and no, it wasn’t heartburn. It was something else, something that might cost her a little more than a pack of antacids.
“I want that too, Myles. In fact, I was planning to talk to you about that.”
