She sucked in a sharp breath, holding my stare.
The time for talking was over. Words might affect her, but they weren’t enough. I needed to show her.
If the room weren’t so emotionally charged, I might’ve laughed. This woman was unlike any other I’d ever met, so why was I surprised that it would be sexual acts that won her over instead of grand romantic gestures?
Shifting, I closed the gap between our mouths, teasing inside hers slowly as I used my tongue to speak in a language she seemed to understand.
She moaned, arching her back, pressing our bodies flush. Cradling her face with one hand as I hovered above her, I used my other to pull one thigh over my hip, letting her pussy coat mydick as I rocked against where she was already dripping wet for me.
“Sasha.” Gemma tore her lips away with a gasp. She lifted her pelvis, trying to line us up so she could take me inside. Whining in frustration as I peppered kisses along her jaw and down her neck, she begged, “I need you.”
“I know,” I murmured against the pulse point at the base of her throat, my dick throbbing as she rubbed against me.
Clawing at my back, she worked her hands lower until she had her palms gripping my ass, fingers spread wide as she tried to force our connection.
The plan hadn’t been to give her my cock tonight, but I couldn’t deny it would be a good starting point in preparing her pussy for the main event.
Centering myself, I thrust home, hissing as she clenched around me in surprise at the sudden stretch.
“Fuck!” Gemma screamed, head thrown back, breathing through the burn.
Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.
I warned myself not to get carried away, to remember my main objective. But the tight, hot pussy molded perfectly to my cock threatened to throw all my prior plans out the window. Would it be so bad to just fuck her hard and fast?
Yes, because that’s not going to get you what you want.
Fuck my subconscious for being right. I had a hard time keeping my shit straight when buried inside her. But who could blame me? This was the closest thing to heaven that I would ever experience on Earth.
“Gotta get you ready,” I grunted, circling my hips to stretch her out further.
“Oh God.” Gemma writhed beneath me.
Pushing up onto my knees, I needed to see where we were joined, to watch as that pretty pussy loosened up.
I hitched her thighs back, pinning them to the mattress so she was unable to move.
Squealing, she tried to squirm away, panting, “It’s too deep.”
She was right about that. I could feel the head of my cock bumping into the end of her.
In the back of my brain, I knew I was bare. The primal urge to come inside her was almost enough to have me losing control, abandoning everything I set out to do after tonight’s incident.
If I didn’t pull out right now, I might never earn her elusive trust.
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to draw my hips back enough that my length slipped out.
I gripped my shaft—still shiny, slick with her juices—tugging on it rapidly to relieve the pressure building in my balls.
Gemma rose on her elbows, shock filtering over her face when she saw what I was doing. “Sasha, no!”
It was too late. With a deep groan, I kept stroking as my abs tensed and the pleasure of my release tore through me, the sticky proof spilling over my hand and onto the sheets.
Eyes wide, staring at the mess I’d made, Gemma screeched, “What the fuck?” She scrambled up the bed until her back bumped into the headboard, her naked form vibrating with rage.
“You’re right,” she spat. “Your idea of trust isn’t some power play. Except that itis, because you’re getting your rocks off in front of me instead of letting me come. Ooooh, look at the big man; he has the ability to deny orgasms. Well, guess what? You fucked up somewhere along the way because you taught me how to give them to myself, so I don’t need you anymore.” With a trembling hand, she pointed toward the door. “Get out.”
While she ranted, I was finally able to catch my breath after coming all over the bed. “Done yet?”
