Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles 5)

Kissing and touching, I undressed Gemma until she lay before me naked, stealing my breath just like the first time. I kissed a path down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button until she bucked up her hips and tried to shove me away. With a grin, I trailed my lips lower, brushing a kiss across the trimmed triangle.

Gemma tensed, her palm coming to rest on my head. The tantalizing scent of her arousal flooded my nose, calling to my dick like a Siren’s song.

She tensed when my face got closer to her adorable pussy. “Relax, Gem. This will be amazing.”

She stayed tense, and then I knew the problem. Half of the things I wanted to do to her were probably regarded as sin by the Traditionalists, but I’d be damned if I didn’t do them all anyway. “I’m your husband, Gem. Nothing that we do is bad, you got it?”

She relaxed slightly. Still such a good girl, my Gem. How long would it take for me to lick, fuck and finger that out of her?

I kissed her pussy lips. She sucked in her breath. The muscles in her thighs quivered in anticipation and that little button was already glistening. I leaned closer until my mouth was almost touching her and she stopped breathing. The first swipe of my tongue along her heated flesh made me groan and her gasp. I took my time, bringing Gemma close, only to pull back and nibble at her thigh. Her moans were growing louder as she forgot everything around her.

I parted her even farther with my shoulders and dipped my tongue into her pussy. My cock throbbed against my sweats, imagining how it would be to finally be inside of her. Soon Gemma began to quiver uncontrollably. This time I didn’t pull back. Instead, I sucked her clit into my mouth and she exploded under me.

I kept sucking gently until she stilled. Pressing another kiss to her pussy, I kissed my way back up to her mouth, settling on top of her with a cocky smile.

Gemma was flushed. Her eyes registered my smile, but she didn’t roll her eyes like she usually would have done at my cockiness. She stroked my back through my clothes. This had been about her, so I hadn’t bothered undressing. Her fingers curled around my neck and the longing in her expression intensified.

Fuck. I knew what she wanted. Suddenly I felt fucking nervous. I’d never been nervous before sex, not even my first time. Yet, seeing Gemma’s expression and realizing how much this moment meant to her, my own pulse sped up. Gemma had waited for this moment, for me, for so many years, I wanted this to be perfect for her. “What do you want, Gem?” I rasped, even though I could see it in her expression. I wanted her to say it. This was her choice. Not because she was finally allowed to have sex in marriage or because someone had given their okay. This was supposed to be what she desired. “It’s okay to say what you want, Gem.”

Ignoring my own need and the throbbing in my balls, I waited for Gemma, for my wife, to say what she wanted, even as her cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

Gemma swallowed, her eyes begging me to take the decision off her hands. I kissed her cheek, and even as it killed me, I began to roll off her.

Her fingers dug into my back, clinging to me. “Make me yours.”

My heartbeat sped up at once. I kissed her mouth, trying to get a grip on myself. “Do you take the pill?”

She gave a small nod.

I pushed myself up and got out of my T-shirt before I lay down on Gemma again. Kissing her, I slid a hand between us and gently parted her folds with a finger. She was wet and swollen from her orgasm. I teased her opening with my fingers, light swipes mimicking what my tongue did in her mouth before I dipped a finger in. I groaned into her mouth at the feel of her walls clamping down on me.

Soon Gemma began shifting her hips, meeting every thrust of my finger, as the heel of my hand pressed down on her clit. Her eyes were half-closed, lust-filled, and the pressure of her thigh against my dick almost drove me insane, but I kept pumping her gently until she was close. Before she could come, I pulled out my finger.

Confusion flickered across her face.

I rolled off her and began to open my pants then reached for her hands so she’d help me. If she only lay there, she’d get more nervous. Soon we’d freed me of my remaining clothes. Nerves filled Gemma’s eyes. I didn’t give her much time to worry, however.

I settled between her legs, but I didn’t go for the end goal right away. Gemma was braced for the pain, tense and anxious under me despite the orgasm I’d given her, and I wanted her to relax again.