Needing You Close (Ex-Con Duet 2)

“You’re so deep,” she purrs. “Go faster, it’s okay.”

Gripping the back of her thighs, I move back slightly until I easily thrust in and out of her. Her pussy squeezes my dick with every movement, and it’s pure heaven.

Gemma slides her hand down between her legs and rubs her clit as I pound into her delicious cunt. She cups her breast with the other and makes sexy little breathy noises. As she gets closer to the edge, her hips rock faster, and the moment she unravels, her body tightens. Her loud moans are music to my goddamn ears.

“Yes, sweetheart…fuck.”

She shakes, riding out her release, and before I lose control, I pull out completely. Gemma furrows her brows, but before she can ask, I flip her over on her belly.

“Lie in the middle of the bed,” I order. She does, and I crawl to her, grabbing her hips and tugging her upward. “Stick your ass out, baby.”

She looks over her shoulder and smiles, then spreads her thighs. I dip a finger inside her again, and she’s wet and ready for more.

“Hang on,” I warn when I enter and squeeze her cheeks apart. She gasps as her chest falls to the bed, and I dive deeper.

At this angle, I can increase my pace while filling her full with my length.

“Shit,” I mutter as her pussy clenches, and I give her ass a hard smack. Gemma rocks against me as I pound in and out of her, and in seconds, she’s screaming out again. Her moans echo against the walls, and I’ve never been happier that my sister isn’t home. I’m thankful we don’t have to worry about being quiet, though our neighbors might have a different opinion.

I reach around and rub her clit, but she squirms. “It’s too much, but don’t stop,” she pants. “Oh my God, it’s so good.”

Smirking, I move back slowly before slamming hard again. She loses her balance, and her arms slide above her head as her body goes flat against the mattress. The new position makes her pussy tighten around me even more, and I’m seconds away from coming inside her.

“Goddamn, Gemma…I’m so close, but I don’t wanna stop. You feel too amazing.”

“Come inside me,” she pleads. “Please.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” She pants harder. “Fuck me,” she demands. “Faster.”

Leaning over until my chest covers her back, I bring my mouth to her ear. “You have any idea what you just said? I’m already losing my fucking mind.”

“Don’t stop until you do,” she says, and I can tell she’s grinning.

When she’s steady on her hands and knees, I kneel securely between her legs. The headboard is about to dent the motherfucking wall from hitting it so much. Fisting her hair, I tug her head back as I push inside, and she gasps. Grabbing her hips as she rocks into me, I pound fiercely into her, over and over. I release her hair and bend my knees. Squeezing her waist, I ram into her wet cunt deeper and faster until the build is too much, and I explode.

Grunting and groaning, I curse as the orgasm takes over. Gemma collapses on the bed, and I nearly fall on top of her but hold myself up with my elbows.

“Jesus Christ,” I choke out. “I can barely breathe after that.”

Gemma giggles as I situate myself next to her and hold her in my arms.

“You gettin’ old?” she taunts.

“Not sure I can keep up with you youngster,” I tease, brushing the hair off her cute, sweaty face. “That was…”

“Incredible,” she finishes for me.

“So incredible. And sexy. And hot. Fuck, I’m getting hard again.”

“Guess you aren’t too old then.” She smirks.

Leaning down, I cup her jaw until our mouths touch. “I love you, Gemma. We’re meant to be together. I have zero doubts about that.”

“I love you too.” She wraps an arm around me and brings us closer. “I wish I had waited longer for you. We wouldn’t be in this weird mess if I hadn’t started dating him in the first place.”

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for his behavior. Robert’s on a power trip, and we aren’t gonna let him get away with it,” I reassure her.

“I hope not.” She rests her head on my chest and snuggles into me. “So how’s having sex again after five years?” she asks with a cute chuckle.

Threading my fingers through her hair, I laugh. “Better than I could’ve ever imagined. But it’s only because it’s always felt unbelievable with you—that still hasn’t changed.”

Gemma tilts her head up and flashes a small smile. “I’d be on board with the housewife duties and stay-at-home mom gig as long as it was with the right man.”

“I’d never ask you to do that. I respect you and know how much you love working with your dad.”

“But when I picture you coming home to me, I like the idea of us spending as much time together as we can. You’d cook dinner because obviously…” She chuckles. “I’d give the kids a bath, and after we tucked them in, we’d snuggle on the couch with a glass of wine and talk about our day. Afterward, we’d climb into bed, make love, and then I’d fall asleep in your arms. I wouldn’t even need to dream because nothing would be better than the reality I’d be living with you.”