Page 52 of Tru Blue
“I know,” she whispered, and reached for him.
He resisted with a slow shake of his head.
“Nothing is going to come between us this time.” He stripped off his clothes, and her eyes locked on his eager cock.
She licked her lips.
“You have no idea what I have planned for that sinful mouth of yours.” He saw a shadow of worry wash over her, and his heart sank at what he knew she was worried about. “I’m clean. I’ve been tested. And I’m sure you’re wondering, so…There was no ass fucking in prison. Not for me anyway, and I have never had sex without a condom. Hell, sweetheart, I haven’t gone down on a girl since before prison. Not until you. I want all of you, Gemma, but you don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. Not now, not ever when you’re with me.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you for telling me,” she said shyly. “I was a little nervous about it.”
“I know, and it’s okay. You have to be able to tell me what worries you.” He smiled. “Not that you hold back very often.”
She returned his smile. “I am kinda pushy.”
“Be pushy. Don’t hold back with me. Don’t hold back your worries, your desires, or anything.”
Without a word, she lifted her hips off the bed, unzipped her skirt, then wiggled free, her way of showing him she was done holding back. When she went for the buttons on her vest, he took her hand and brought her up to her knees on the mattress. Her cheeks flushed, and she nibbled on the corner of her mouth. He sank to his knees, took her face in his hands, and kissed her like he never wanted to stop.
And then he kissed her again.
“I want to watch you.”
With trembling hands, she began unbuttoning her vest, but he was too revved up to watch and not play. He gripped her hips, running his hands along her luscious curves as she unbuttoned one, two, and finally, the last button, parting the leather to reveal her beautiful breasts. The leather hitched on her nipples, keeping them hidden.
“You’re so beautiful.” His hands moved to her ass, cupping her cheeks as he trailed kisses over her shoulder and up her neck. When she inhaled a long, shaky breath, he sealed his mouth over the curve of her neck and sucked. She arched into him, moaning eagerly and clutching his biceps.
“More,” she begged.
His hands moved down her ass and between her thighs, grazing over her wet heat. She rocked forward and back along the length of his fingers, coating them with her arousal as he took her in another fierce kiss. His tongue thrust to the far reaches of her mouth, claiming all of her as he teased her down below, and she continued rocking, panting, arching, and driving him out of his mind.
He drew back, gazing into her sultry eyes. He wanted to give her everything, not just in bed, but also the safety and security she needed and deserved for the faith she gave him so readily.
“Let me love you, sweetheart.”
He shifted onto his back, guiding her until she was straddling his mouth. She pressed her palms to the wall with a low groan as he made love to her with his mouth, taking her deep with his tongue, until she rode it as if it were his cock. He gripped her hips and grazed his teeth over her most sensitive nerves. She whimpered and slapped her hand over her mouth seconds before her body bucked with the force of her climax. He rode the waves of her pleasure with her, loving her to the very end. Then he shifted her onto her back and reached for a condom, which he’d tucked beside the bed. His heart slammed against his ribs as he tore it open with his teeth and sheathed his hard length. He’d waited so long for this moment, had built it up to epic proportions in his mind, but nothing compared to seeing Gemma lying beneath him, her eyes so full of desire it poured off of her.
She leaned up and cupped his balls, teasing him with a wicked glint in her eyes.
He grabbed her hands and pinned them beside her head, nudging her legs open wider with his knee. It was a reflex, how he’d always had sex. He gazed down at Gemma, so willing to be whatever he needed, so trusting. In her eyes he saw all those things. He felt his heart open even more, unlatching the last of the locks he’d lived behind for so long. She was looking at him like he was all she ever wanted, and when a smile lifted her lips, it was too much.
