I've had many men want to fuck me before, but never like this. Never so attentive to my needs, their smooth words never backed up by their actions when it came down to it.
But Gerald is clearly very different. A gentleman with just the right amount of rough edges.
We lay in silence for a moment, lost in our thoughts.
"I like you from this side too," he murmurs in my ear, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. He runs his hand over the contour of my waist and hips, my body electrified by his touch. "Also, I have something for you."
He props himself up on one elbow.
I turn to face him, curiosity etched on my features.
He reaches for an antique jewelry box on the nightstand and opens it, withdrawing a delicate gold necklace. Dangling fromthe chain is a glittering emerald, its color reminding me of the depths of my eyes.
"It's beautiful," I breathe, my fingers trembling as I take it from him.
"It's nothing compared to you," he says, his voice laced with sincerity.
My heart thuds in my chest as he fastens the clasp around my neck. I can't deny the thrill that courses through me.
"It suits you," he smiles, admiring his gift around my neck. Admiring me.
I blush, the weight of the stone suddenly making me feel self-conscious. What is this life? A man worshipping my body, fucking me really good, and now lavishing me with expensive gifts?
"How did you know I like emeralds? And delicate necklaces like this?" I quirk a brow.
"You said you wanted a hand necklace, but I thought this was more fitting."
It takes me a minute and then I burst out laughing. "Oh Gerald, your sense of humor is wild." I raise my hand to run it along the delicately linked chain around my neck. "But I'll take it."
"Now," he says, his voice dripping with desire, "let me show you just how much I like this necklace on you."
Before I can protest, he flips me onto my back, his body hovering over mine. His eyes burn with a hunger that sends a shiver down my spine.
"I really have been thinking about this for weeks," he growls, his hand trailing up my thigh, teasingly close to where I already ache for him again despite having had him only minutes before.
"Me too," I gasp, arching my hips towards him, unable to hide my need.
"Dirty girl," he growls, his eyes darkening with lust.
His hand wraps around the delicate chain of my new necklace, tugging me closer to him. Heat pools in my core as I realize his intentions.
"Gerald, I..."
"Shh," he soothes, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. "Just feel it."
With one swift motion, he enters me again, and I gasp into his mouth, the sensation of the necklace's cold metal against my heated flesh sending shockwaves through my body.
"That's it, baby," he groans, his voice a feral growl in my ear as he thrusts deeper, the emerald against my sensitive skin sending me into a whirlwind of pleasure and pain.
I moan, my nails digging into his broad shoulders, my body craving more of his possessive touch, despite the danger that I sense lurks just beneath the surface.
"You feel so good," he growls.
The power dynamic between us shifts with each thrust, our roles blurring like the lines between right and wrong. He's in charge, but he's also treating me as his goddess, taking me to heights of ecstasy I didn't know existed.
"Say it," he suddenly demands, his voice harsh as he buries himself to the hilt.
"I..." I pant, feeling myself teetering on the edge, the conflict within me mirroring the warring emotions in my heart.