A little sexier than usual and being a WiP, it may or may not getting even sexier 🙂
Circumstances have kept Gemma and Jason apart for a while. Now, they’re on the same page again, he’s keen to reclaim her.
Jason lit scented candles and switched off the lights. Shadows flickered on the walls. The subtle aroma of lavender hung in the air about them. Mesmerised by his purposeful arrangement of the room, she knew what awaited her. She felt the familiar quickening in her lower belly. While he undressed, her eyes refused to blink, not wanting to skip a moment of their time together.
His cock was resplendently hard and leapt out of his pants. He leant against the closet door, stroking his erection with a hand. “Your turn.”
She slipped out of her clothes as seductively as possible. Each layer stripped way with a wriggle of her hips. Her knickers slid down her legs and she kicked them over to him. He caught her panties and sniffed them.
“Mmmm.” The lacy knickers ended up on the floor. “Next time, I’m going to tear them off you.”
She edged closer, hiding her trembling hands behind her back. His hands cupped her face and drew her into his arms.
“Babe, I’ve missed you,” he said softly, burying his nose in her hair.
“I’ve missed you too.”
“I’m going to make love to you, nothing else for tonight.”
“I like that idea. I think I could go with it,” she whispered.
Leaning against him, she kissed the apex of his breastbone. He tasted slightly salty with a trace of shower gel.
Suddenly, he bent down, capturing her in his arms. She whooped with surprise. He scooped her up and tossed her on the bed.
His hands explored her flesh, each curve and dip, the raised nipple, the exposed neck, the firm buttock cheeks and all of her secret treasures. He smeared fragrant oils across her body. She shimmered in the candle light. After a long leisurely build-up, which drove her to the edge of coming, he settled between her legs, nudging her knees apart with his hands.
A gentle penetration. She groaned, biting on her lips to mute the sound. He seemed to savour her, dipping in and out, rocking his hips against her thighs. His arms acted like pillars, supporting his weight on either side of her head. She wanted him closer, to feel his chest press down on her. Her hands gripped about his shoulders. She hung on to him as he lingered between her legs, neither picking up his pace nor halting. A rhythmic thrust, like the tick-tock of a clock’s hands. Coiling her limbs around his waist, she became a limpet, stuck fast to him and each thrust sent ripple-like waves crashing around her beached body.
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