Gemma’s lips parted, then closed, and she ran the tip of her tongue over them. “You want a dirty story, huh?”
“Uh-huh. I know you have something really kinky that you’re just dying to tell me…”
She laughed softly, but it turned to a gasp as my finger teased her tight nipple. She closed her eyes and her lips moved without a sound like she was uttering a silent prayer for relief. “Aaron,” she breathed.
I replaced my fingertips with my lips and sucked the small bud into my mouth. She arched underneath me and her hands wandered under the sheets in search of my cock. I pinned her hand at her side before she reached me. I’d set my terms. I was willing to wait. The hesitation told me she was holding back something really juicy.
“Gemma…”
Her eyes fluttered open and she shot me a frustrated look. “What do you want to know?”
“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done? In bed. Or ya know, against a tree, on a boat, in an elevator?” I smiled down at her.
“I don’t know if you can handle it.”
I gave her a half-cocked grin. “Oh, baby, you know that I can.”
She smiled and I knew I’d won the game. She was going to cave.
“All right…the craziest thing I’ve ever done…I’m going to preface this by saying I was very young…and very drunk.”
I laughed. “Those are the best kinds of stories. Go on.”
She rolled her eyes, possibly at herself or the memory. “I had a threesome.”
“Damn,” I grinned. It was more than I’d expected. I knew she wasn’t shy about sex, but I’d been prepared to hear her talk about having sex on the beach or in the backseat of a car. A threesome was a surprise thrill.
“I was at a friend’s bachelorette party. There were copious amounts of alcohol involved and at the end of the night we all ended up at this club that had male strippers…dancers…whatever. Anyway, there was one that caught my eye and I don’t even know how it happened. One thing led to another and it was me, the dancer, and this other girl from the audience in a private room and…” she trailed off.
“And? Come on, don’t leave me hanging!” My heart was racing as my mind brought up a movie-like version of Gemma with another woman. My cock was so hard at the visions in my head, I thought it was going to explode right there on her leg.
Gemma laughed. “I honestly don’t remember much of it…one minute, he was showing us some dance moves, clothes were getting removed, and the drinks were flowing.”
“Damn…So that explains the strip moves from the other night, huh? You had private lessons.”
She laughed. “Oh God…I shouldn’t have even told you. I should have just made up something about having sex on the beach.”
“Have you done that?”
She shook her head. “No, and I really don’t want to add that to my kinky storybook collection, so don’t even ask.”
I laughed and shifted my weight on top of her, rubbing my dick against her thigh. “That’s all right. I’m good right here,” I said, dropping my lips to her ear. I slid my tongue along the outside edge of her ear, teasing the delicate skin. Gemma shivered underneath me, and I brushed my chest against her hard nipples.
“What about you?” She breathed into my ear. “Tell me your craziest story.”
“Oh, baby, you can’t even handle it.”
She began to object, but I captured her lips with mine, and her protests faded. Our tongues tangled together, driving the kiss into a hot frenzied pace. We were breathless and desperate. Gemma clawed her way up my back with frantic, searching hands as though she couldn’t feel enough of me at a time. I ground my cock against her and she spread her legs. I dipped between her pussy lips, groaning as I discovered I was right. She was soaking wet and aching for me to fuck her.
I tore my mouth from hers and made a trail of hot, searing kisses down the side of her neck as I shifted my body to one side of her. I looked down at her body, taking in every inch of her bared skin. Her round tits with the tight nipples were rising and falling with her short pants. Her stomach was flat and concave as she lay on her back. Her bare pussy parted and dripping wet. Her solid and toned thighs parted for me.
I wanted hours to explore her. I wanted time to taste and see everything. I’d had her all night and was still left with the feeling that I hadn’t even scratched the surface.
“What’s wrong?” Gemma asked, her voice thin with worry as she followed my line of sight.
I dragged my eyes back up her body and locked them with hers. “Nothing, baby. You’re perfect. I just want to see you.”