Gemma let out a disgusted sound, tilting her chin up and screwing her eyes shut. "Rook," she whined.
I pulsed my hips against her entrance, teasing her. "Hm?"
With another unsure sound, she finally admitted, "Weeks."
"Weeks?" I kissed between her breasts, still teasing her entrance with my dick even though it felt like it might actually split if I didn't bury myself inside of her soon. "That's unusually patient of you."
She ran her hands over my shoulders and down my back. "I thought you'd laugh if I told you."
I stilled, pushing myself back up over her so I could catch her gaze. "Why would you think that?"
Gemma pulled one full lip between her teeth. "You're so serious, Rook. And…" she paused, looking up in thought. She scrunched one side of her face, "Unattainable? I thought for sure you would laugh at the idea of being with me."
I moved one of her damp, strawberry-blond locks away from her round cheek. "You are far more than I could ever deserve, Gemma."
She tucked her chin down sheepishly. "You don't mean that."
I lowered my lips to hers, and letting them brush against her parted mouth, I whispered, "I have a photographic memory. And you are picture perfect." I kissed her, and as I did, she lifted her hips to meet me, and I slowly entered her. I wasn't used to fucking women slowly like this. Teasing slowly? Always. But I'd never wanted tosavorthe feel of another woman quite like I did with Gemma. I took my time, entering her centimeter by centimeter until she dug her nails into my shoulders and begged me for more.
And then I filled her and retreated slowly, taking in the image of her sprawled beneath me, the way her breasts bounced with every pulse of my hips and the way she tipped her head back and lost herself in the sensation.
Although I'd lived with her for weeks, I'd convinced myself all that time that Gemma wasn't mine. She wasn't fair game. I didn't deserve to know all the things I'd longed to know about her. Irealized suddenly that I hadn't been afraid ofher. I'd been afraid offallingfor her.
"Show me," I whispered, suddenly desperate to know everything about this woman. "Show me what feels good, Gemma. Show me how you bring yourself pleasure."
Breathing hard and moving her hips in sync with mine, Gemma hooked my gaze with hers, her features equal parts desire and unsure. "You… you wantmeto do it?"
I took her right hand in mine and guided it down between us. As I did, I sat back on my heels, and while she moved her fingers over her swollen clit, I leaned back to get a full view of my dick thrusting in and out of her pussy. I watched the way she moved her fingers, the pattern she chose and the pressure she preferred. "You look so good," I encouraged. "I love watching my cock fill you, Gem."
"Oh fuck," she groaned. Her thighs tensed, and I held her hips firm while I increased the pace, already dangerously close to reaching my own orgasm. No matter how badly I wanted to chase the tightening pressure, the building need for release, I needed her to find her own climax first. Gemma's orgasm in the greenhouse had been like a detonation button for my own. She was so stunning to watch and so gratifying to feel around my cock, it only made sense that watching her find her own release would set off my own. But more than that, I needed her to be happy. I needed it more than I needed anything else in that moment.
Gemma tensed, her body stilling and her fingers pressing against her clit, and then I felt her break around me. As her orgasm squeezed my dick, hard and fast, I let go, giving myself over to the pull and release of my own orgasm. I also noted dimly in the back of my brain that, like a psycho, I'd filled her with my cum not once but twice tonight, and neither of us was sure about her birth control.
Rational thoughts—gone.
Gemma melted beneath me, and I adjusted us on the bed so our heads were on the pillows and I could tuck blankets around us. Although my blood still thrummed with heat, the rain tapped against the windows, mixing into an icy slurry that I knew would chill her soon enough. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, placing a kiss on her shoulder as she hummed happily and snuggled against me. "Knox," she sighed. "You are a damn good fuck."
I laughed, soft but filling the quiet, shadow-heavy bedroom. "Maybe I should add that to my professional resume."
"Yes, Knox Rook, OB/GYN, and Accomplished Fuck," she chuckled.
I sighed, content and a little dazed. I wasn't much of a cuddler, but I couldn't seem to let go of Gemma. "I don't suppose I can engrave that on my nameplate."
"I dare you," she said sleepily. "Double dog."
"We don't need more than one dog in this house," I murmured back with some amusement.
Gemma's fingers brushed up and down the length of my arm, sending goosebumps over my skin. "Is this okay for you? I don't want to trigger anything for you."
I kissed her hair, breathing in the scent of roses and letting a contended kind of peace settle in my bones and melt me into the mattress. "It's perfect, Gem. You know me. I'll tell you if I don't like something."
She let out a breath of laughter. "I suppose you would. Although, you know we brokeseveralhouse rules tonight."
I gave her a punishing squeeze. "I won't tell if you won't."
She gasped. "The corruption."
"Oh, I haven't even begun to corrupt you, Gemma Daise," I promised darkly, nuzzling under her ear and down her neckuntil she sighed wistfully. Only Gemma would feel content about the promise of debauchment. Little minx.
