Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
Moving closer, carefully guarding my balls from a well-aimed kick, I repeated myself. “I said, are you done yet?”
She gestured to the wet spot I’d left behind near the foot of the bed and scoffed. “Definitely not.”
Straddling her lap, I squeezed my thighs around her hips to keep her immobile as I gripped her chin, tilting her face up. “I mean, are you done mouthing off?”
“You know, you have some nerve—”
“The plan was never to give you my cock, Gemma,” I confessed.
Her brows drew down, forming a wrinkle between them. “But downstairs, I chose pussy.”
“You did,” I agreed. “But if it were as simple as that to earn your trust, you’d have given it to me long before now. Don’t you think?”
I could see the gears turning as she turned over my rational explanation in her mind. Her face was so expressive that it gave away everything she was thinking.
“What else could you do?”
A wicked grin stretched across my face before I softly pressed my lips to hers. “Oh, baby, I’m so glad you asked.”
With the fight gone out of her, I was confident I could shift my body off hers without fear of bodily harm.
Easing away from her, I gripped her ankles, delighting in the yelp that sounded when I yanked her flat onto her back. Positioning her diagonally across the mattress, I climbed up beside her, settling onto my side.
My hand pressed over her rising chest, teasing goosebumps to the surface as I trailed my touch lower, fingertips skimming over the indent of her belly before dipping over her mound and through her slit.
Her lips parted on an exhale, and her gaze met mine, those beautiful eyes burning gold in her lust.
“My cock was only a warm-up, sweetheart.” I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, tongue trailing along her collarbone.
“W-warm-up?” Gemma stuttered. “Warm-up for what?”
“You’ll see.” I teased her clit, rubbing my fingers in tight circles over the swollen bud until her hips bucked, needing more.
Shifting my hand, I shoved three fingers deep inside her. They slid in easily, and suddenly I didn’t feel so bad for deviating from the original plan by letting my cock have a little playtime.
“You need to come?” I rasped in Gemma’s ear.
“God, yes,” came her breathy reply as she rode my hand, eagerly meeting my slow thrusts.
Twisting my wrist, I worked it so my thumb could keep toying with her clit while I worked her over with my fingers, picking up the pace.
“Right there!” she cried out, gasping.
“I know, baby. Relax, and let me make you feel good.”
Back arching, her body seized, my name a chant on her tongue as her pussy gripped my fingers, rippling around them as her orgasm claimed her.
Eventually, her body melted into the mattress, lips parted, eyes sealed shut. The sound of her harsh breathing was music to my ears in the otherwise silent room.
“So beautiful. I could watch that forever and never tire of it.”
Gemma hummed, placing a hand over her heaving chest.
Pressing a kiss to her temple, I shifted down her body.
“Where are you going?” Weak arms reached for me as I slid lower, setting up camp between her parted thighs.
