Gemma’s gasp reached my ears, and I smirked, knowing my ego would be getting a major boost tonight.
“Jesus Christ,” she breathed out.
Hazel eyes honed in on my cock standing thick and proud. Reaching down, I gripped it and squeezed, the pressure only offering a fraction of relief.
“Your turn, Kitten,” I prompted.
If I wasn’t so damn turned on, I might’ve been amused at how she remained frozen, likely wondering how in the hell I was going to make it fit. I wasn’t about to scare her and let her know it was going to take some work and several orgasms before she could even think about handling my size.
Prowling closer, I knelt before her. Skimming from her knee to her ankle, I was met with bare skin that rippled with goosebumps everywhere I touched. She was just as affected as I was by this insane chemistry we’d barely begun to explore.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Gemma stammered.
Flicking the clasp of her shoe, I guided it off her foot. “If you want to wear nothing but these come-fuck-me heels in bed, I won’t stop you, but for our purposes in the bathroom, I think it’s best we remove them.”
“Right.” Her breathing grew shallow as I drew circles on her opposite ankle with my thumb, teasing her flesh as I slipped off her second heel.
Pulling back, I offered her my hand. “Up you go.”
Palm sliding against mine, she let me ease her off the side of the tub.
“You ready?” I gave a warning tug on the tie at her waist.
Closing her eyes briefly before reopening them, she nodded.
“You’re safe,” I promised before sliding the satin through the loop. The material parted, revealing the lacy black bra and panty set beneath.
I pushed the dress off her shoulders before stepping back to survey her stunning form.
Gemma’s cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink, a lighter color than when she was angry but no less stunning.
Needing to memorize every inch, I took my time drinking her in, my eyes scanning her from head to toe.
Lush, creamy tits.
Rounded, soft belly.
Wide, grippable hips.
Thick, dimpled thighs.
That’s where I paused, my vision focusing on several straight white lines marking her upper thighs.
Sensing my focused attention on the area, Gemma moved to cover herself.
I pushed her hands away. “Don’t hide from me.”
A tiny whimper sounded, and I made sure to look her in the eyes when I said, “You are perfect, just as you are.”
And I meant it. I wouldn’t change a single thing about her.
Cupping her cheek, I nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. “You want to take off your underwear, or do you need me to do it for you?”
“I-I can do it.”
“That’s my girl.” I pressed a kiss to the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat before giving her the space she needed to bare herself to me fully.
Bracing myself on the sink, I stroked myself slowly as Gemma reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away, her full, round breasts bouncing free. I didn’t bother biting back a groan. I wanted her to know exactly how much I desired her.
