“Or you can climb off, and I’ll leave so you can wait for the man who will love you and make love to you.Like you deserve.”
I’m not going to lie.
I’m not going to deceive her.
This isn’t lovemaking, and I know that’s what she wants.What she needs.She wants me to love her because it’s familiar.Safe.It fits into her life plan.
But she also wants me to fuck her and climax around my long thick cock.
We both know it.
“I’m not asking you to love me.”Gemma’s palms slide over my chest.“I just need a little more of you, so this doesn’t feel so soulless.”
Jesus.
Her words slap me around the face, and I don’t like it.She wants to know what’s in my heart.God, this is dangerous.I should buckle up and leave.
I don’t talk about feelings.My brothers don’t bother asking, they’re not that different.My friends know me, without having to ask, and if they see a problem, they either push my buttons until I snap or physically punch me in the face.
To be fair, the last time that happened was a decade ago.From memory.
Talking feelings with a woman?
No.
Fuck, no.
I study Gemma’s face, her blushed and aroused cheeks, the arousal in her gaze.I’m not leaving.I want her so fucking much in ways that confuse the hell out of me.
“You want to know that I think about you when I’m alone,” I offer.
“Do you?”
“Yes.”Taking her hips, I lift and guide her over my cock and glide it through her folds.
Gemma moans.“What do you think about?”
The head of my cock props itself at her entrance and nudges as I admit, “I wonder what you’re doing.Who you’re with.”
She presses down, and we both moan from the feeling of it slipping inside, tightly.
“What do you imagine?”
I tighten my grip on her hips, using an unimaginable amount of willpower not to thrust up.
“Friends.Your family.Your daughter.Sometimes a man.”
“More,” Gemma moans, and I press her down on my cock, going deeper.
“I see you getting ready for bed, wearing a sexy negligee.”My voice is husky.
“Climbing in bed with you?”
“Yes.”I regret my honesty, as I don’t want her to read anything into it.But I hated that she didn’t climb back into bed with me before leaving on Friday.
I have imagined her lying on my chest when I wake.
“Why?”Gemma asks, taking more of my cock inside her.