She came a moment later, her thighs clamping around my head, pulling at my hair as she came undone. I lapped at her through it, drawing out every last shudder, until she went limp, breathing ragged.
I stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and pulled her into my arms for a kiss. She likely tasted herself on my lips, and the way she moaned into my mouth had me rock-hard, straining against my jeans.
“That was… incredible,” she whispered, her eyes hazy with pleasure.
“We’re not done yet,” I said, my voice thick with need.
I stripped off my shirt, then my jeans and boxers, kicking them aside. Her eyes widened as she looked at me, a mix of awe and apprehension.
“You’re big,” she said softly, reaching out to touch me tentatively.
Her fingers wrapped around my length, stroking once, and I hissed through my teeth.
“Easy, or this’ll be over too soon.” I caught her hand, kissing her palm. “You sure about this? We can stop here.”
She shook her head, pulling me closer. “I want you. All of you.”
I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. She was still slick from her orgasm, but I knew this would hurt. “It might be painful at first,” I warned, my forehead against hers. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”
She nodded, biting her lip. “I’m on the pill, by the way. Just…in case.”
Relief washed through me, but it wasn’t the gut-deep exhale it usually was. With other women, that assurance had always been a barrier against complications I never wanted.But with Gemma? The thought of getting her pregnant—of her carrying my child—didn’t terrify me. It stirred something primal, possessive. I wanted to claim her in every way, and that realization shook me to my core.
“Good,” I murmured, though my mind was reeling. “But even if you weren’t… fuck, Gemma, the idea doesn’t scare me like it should.”
Her eyes softened, searching mine, but before she could respond, I pushed forward, inch by inch. She was so tight, gripping me like a vise, and the heat of her enveloped me completely. It was like nothing I’d ever felt—velvet fire, pulling me in deeper. I groaned, fighting the urge to thrust hard.
She winced, her nails digging into my back. “It hurts,” she whispered, tears pricking her eyes.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry.” I stilled, kissing her softly, my hand sliding between us to circle her clit with my thumb. “Breathe with me. Relax. I’ve got you.”
I kept my touches light, building her pleasure again, distracting her from the pain. Slowly, her body adjusted, her breaths evening out.
“Better?” I asked, my voice strained from holding back.
“Yes,” she said, rocking her hips experimentally. “Keep going.”
I started moving then, shallow thrusts at first, letting her get used to me. The friction was exquisite, every slide sending sparks up my spine. I’d been with women before—plenty—but this was different. Deeper. Like she was made for me, her body fitting mine in a way that went beyond physical. It cracked something open inside me, emotions I’d buried flooding out.
“You feel so good,” I growled, my mouth on her neck, nipping at the skin. “So tight around my cock. Like you were meant for this—for me.”
She moaned, her back arching against the wall behind the desk as I picked up the pace. The trailer creaked with our movements, papers scattering forgotten to the floor. I hooked one of her legs higher around my waist, angling deeper, and she cried out in pleasure.
“Kade… oh…”
“That’s it, baby. Take me. All of me.”
My hand stayed between us, rubbing her clit in firm circles, matching my thrusts. She was close again—I could feel it in the way she clenched around me, her breaths turning to pants.
“Come for me again,” I demanded, my own release building, hot and insistent. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She shattered a second time, her walls pulsing around me, milking me. The sensation was overwhelming, like lightning through my veins, and it dragged me over the edge with her. I thrust deep one last time, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, stars exploding behind my eyes.
We stayed like that for what felt like forever, tangled together in the cramped trailer, our breaths syncing as we came down. Her head rested on my shoulder, her arms loose around my neck. I waited for the regret to hit—the familiar cold rush that always followed, reminding me why I didn’t do this, why I kept my heart locked away.
It didn’t come.
Instead, I felt…whole. Like pieces of me I’d shattered long ago were slotting back into place.