nodded. “You definitely seem like a guy who would want to talk dirty in bed.”
“Oh yeah?” He smirked as he leaned down and slid a finger under her panties. “I could talk about wet you are.” Gently, he slid the finger up her slit. As he brushed against her hardened bud, she jumped and moaned.
“I could talk about how I can’t wait to taste you. How I can’t wait to slide one finger inside you and see what makes you tick.”
Gemma tried to laugh, but it came out as a moan when he leaned down and pulled the panties away completely. Sliding his tongue just around her outer lips, he slowly worked a finger inside. “But I don’t really like to talk dirty,” he said with a wicked smile. “And I certainly don’t like to give away the good parts before they happen.” And just like that, he rubbed his tongue on her clit, and she couldn’t help but shriek. She had no idea how close she was, but her body was taught like a bow, and she was about to break.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered when he didn’t let up. Grabbing his head, she clamped her things around him and urged him on until she couldn’t keep it together. Her back bowed and her muscles shook as he pushed her over the edge.
He eased her down gently and came back up to kiss her. She could taste her juices on his lips. Sweet and tangy. “I love it when a woman comes easily,” he whispered.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she hissed as she reached down to push his boxers down.
“Not here.” He pushed himself off her and bent down to life her in his arms. “I don’t have near enough room for the things that I want to do you.”
Charlie carried her to the bedroom, and she curled her toes in anticipation. Bouncing on the mattress, she pushed herself up to her elbows and rid herself of her panties. Even in the darkness, she could tell that he was impressive. She knew that he would be.
He moved back over top of her, and she wrapped her hands around him. He immediately hissed in response, and Gemma closed her fists and squeezed him gently. “Jesus,” he said hoarsely. “I’m more ready that you think. Just ease up a bit, baby.”
Baby. Normally that term annoyed her, but it sounded perfect coming from him. They locked lips again, and she pushed him over and straddled him. Rubbing herself ever so gently over him, she reveled in the hardness between her thighs. It had been almost a year since she’d felt anything like this.
He trailed his lips over her shoulders and gripped her hips to stop her. “Normally I’ve more in control, but you’re about to make me embarrass myself,” he muttered.
It hadn’t even been minutes since her last orgasm, and she needed him again. “Please,” she begged. “Please, I’m so ready.”
“I can tell,” he said with a chuckle and released his hold on her. She straightened and slowly lowered herself on him. With her eyes closed, cried out just a little as he filled and stretched her.
“Gemma,” he gasped. “You’re so tight.”
“It’s been awhile,” she said in a low voice. “Just give me a minute. You’re a little bigger than I expected. He chuckled, and she slapped his chest lightly. “Don’t let that go to your head.”
“I don’t think anything’s going to my head right now. At least not that head,” he said as he blew out his breath. But he didn’t force her. She let her weight settled on top of him as she eased herself inch by inch. His muscles strained in his neck as he tried to keep still, and finally, he had stretched her to the max.
“Good?” he said through clenched teeth.
“So good,” she moaned. Then it was like a beast was unleashed inside of him. He grasped her hips, rolled her over, and slammed into her. It didn’t hurt. Far from it. He slid over that magical spot inside her that few reached, and she closed her legs around him and urged him on. Harder. Faster. Soon she couldn’t even formulate a coherent string of words. Only one thought remained.
More. She needed
“Oh yeah?” He smirked as he leaned down and slid a finger under her panties. “I could talk about wet you are.” Gently, he slid the finger up her slit. As he brushed against her hardened bud, she jumped and moaned.
“I could talk about how I can’t wait to taste you. How I can’t wait to slide one finger inside you and see what makes you tick.”
Gemma tried to laugh, but it came out as a moan when he leaned down and pulled the panties away completely. Sliding his tongue just around her outer lips, he slowly worked a finger inside. “But I don’t really like to talk dirty,” he said with a wicked smile. “And I certainly don’t like to give away the good parts before they happen.” And just like that, he rubbed his tongue on her clit, and she couldn’t help but shriek. She had no idea how close she was, but her body was taught like a bow, and she was about to break.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered when he didn’t let up. Grabbing his head, she clamped her things around him and urged him on until she couldn’t keep it together. Her back bowed and her muscles shook as he pushed her over the edge.
He eased her down gently and came back up to kiss her. She could taste her juices on his lips. Sweet and tangy. “I love it when a woman comes easily,” he whispered.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she hissed as she reached down to push his boxers down.
“Not here.” He pushed himself off her and bent down to life her in his arms. “I don’t have near enough room for the things that I want to do you.”
Charlie carried her to the bedroom, and she curled her toes in anticipation. Bouncing on the mattress, she pushed herself up to her elbows and rid herself of her panties. Even in the darkness, she could tell that he was impressive. She knew that he would be.
He moved back over top of her, and she wrapped her hands around him. He immediately hissed in response, and Gemma closed her fists and squeezed him gently. “Jesus,” he said hoarsely. “I’m more ready that you think. Just ease up a bit, baby.”
Baby. Normally that term annoyed her, but it sounded perfect coming from him. They locked lips again, and she pushed him over and straddled him. Rubbing herself ever so gently over him, she reveled in the hardness between her thighs. It had been almost a year since she’d felt anything like this.
He trailed his lips over her shoulders and gripped her hips to stop her. “Normally I’ve more in control, but you’re about to make me embarrass myself,” he muttered.
It hadn’t even been minutes since her last orgasm, and she needed him again. “Please,” she begged. “Please, I’m so ready.”
“I can tell,” he said with a chuckle and released his hold on her. She straightened and slowly lowered herself on him. With her eyes closed, cried out just a little as he filled and stretched her.
“Gemma,” he gasped. “You’re so tight.”
“It’s been awhile,” she said in a low voice. “Just give me a minute. You’re a little bigger than I expected. He chuckled, and she slapped his chest lightly. “Don’t let that go to your head.”
“I don’t think anything’s going to my head right now. At least not that head,” he said as he blew out his breath. But he didn’t force her. She let her weight settled on top of him as she eased herself inch by inch. His muscles strained in his neck as he tried to keep still, and finally, he had stretched her to the max.
“Good?” he said through clenched teeth.
“So good,” she moaned. Then it was like a beast was unleashed inside of him. He grasped her hips, rolled her over, and slammed into her. It didn’t hurt. Far from it. He slid over that magical spot inside her that few reached, and she closed her legs around him and urged him on. Harder. Faster. Soon she couldn’t even formulate a coherent string of words. Only one thought remained.
More. She needed
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