“What if I wanted both?”
She cups my balls and in that instant, I know I’m fucked. I also know it won’t take me long to be hard again. It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve had a soft warm body in my bed, a mouth or hand on me.
“You can have both,” I say, through gritted teeth.
“Good.” Smiling she takes me back into her mouth, and I go so deep, I’m practically down her throat. She sucks, her hot mouth squeezing around me, pulling my orgasm.
“I’m there,” I say, and grip her hair, tugging it to the side so I can watch myself spurt into her throat. She keeps those lips tightly wrapped around me as I let go, pour my release into the depths of her throat. She drinks me in, her gulping sounds fucking me over in ways that make me hard again. She stays between my legs, and my cock jerks with the final release.
Grinning, she eases off me and my cock flops to my stomach. She lightly strokes me. “That was nice,” she says. “I liked it.”
I laugh. I don’t know why, but a laugh bubbles from my throat, and her grin widens. “Yeah, I like that too.”
“It was…” She narrows her eyes like she’s trying to find the right word.
“Fun,” I say, helping her out.
She nods. “Yeah, it was fun.” Her gaze moves over my face. “You good, Callan?”
“I’m good,” I say even though I’m not sure I am. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, and I’m not even sure I deserve happiness. “You good, Gemma?”
She nods and I sit up to put my hand on the side of her face, my heart thumping. Fuck, man, I’d like to spend five minutes with the asshole who never treated her properly. “Sex can be anything you want, Gemma. Anything.”
“We can have more, right?” Big eager eyes blink up at me.
“Of course. But first let me go get you a glass of water, and I’m going to need just a minute.”
“A whole minute,” she teases. “Right, right, I forgot, you’re a dad now. The stamina from your younger years is gone.”
“Like hell it is,” I say, and poke my finger into my chest. “And this dad is going to fuck you right. Tomorrow, you won’t be able to walk, and you won’t be able to wipe the bliss off your face. Everyone who looks at you will know you’re a well taken care of woman.”
Her eyes glaze. “I want that.”
“You want me, Gemma?” I ask, and while I know she does, for some strange reason I need to hear her say it. I’ve been so closed off, hiding away in my house with my daughter, away from civilization for the most part…I guess other than my daughter I’ve not felt needed or wanted. It never bothered me before. Why it does now is a mystery.
“I want you, Callan,” she says, and snuggles down into a pillow, spreading her legs in invitation. “I believe your minute is up.”
I laugh as I pull up my boxers and dart downstairs to the kitchen. I pour a glass of water, drink the whole thing and refill the glass. Back in the room, Gemma is still sprawled on the bed, waiting for me. Man, I forgot how much fun sex—with a partner—was. I’m just glad we’re on the same page here. Neither one of us are looking for more.
“That took forever,” she says.
“Sorry about that,” I say and cross the room, settling beside her on the mattress. She takes a big drink and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I take in her flushed cheeks. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. I can only imagine how she’s going to look after I’ve been inside her, with her orgasming around my cock.
My heart thumps a little faster, my dick rising to the occasion when she licks a bead of water from her bottom lip. I growl, and push her mess of hair from her face.
“You’re beautiful,” I say.
“Thanks,” she says. “I haven’t felt beautiful in a long time.” I frown at her. “You make me feel good about myself, though.”
“I’m glad.”
“Just for the record,” she says and puts her hand on my chest. “You’re not so bad yourself. Climbing that big ladder does wonders for these abs.”
I grin. “Thanks, babe.”
Her fingers trail over my flesh, tickling me, and my stomach clenches. “Speaking of climbing,” she says with a crook of her finger.
“You want me to climb on, Gemma?” I ask, loving the way this woman wants me. No mind games, no playing hard to get. She just straight up wants my cock, and isn’t afraid to admit it. Damned if I don’t like that.
“Yes please,” she says and slides one finger between her breasts, going lower and lower until she’s touching herself. Jesus. This woman is all kinds of surprises and all kinds of sexy. How a man couldn’t treat her right is beyond me, but I plan to make up for all her bad experiences tonight. I take her water glass, set it on the nightstand, and climb over her body. My cock is rock hard by the time my mouth finds hers for a deep, thorough kiss. The only look I want on this woman when she wakes tomorrow is ecstasy, not fear of facing her ex.
I smooth her hair back, and take in her eyes. My heart misses a beat. This woman trusts me, and while I want that, for a brief second it scares the shit out of me. My wife trusted me too, and I couldn’t save her. But those dark thoughts are for another time.
“Condom,” I murmur as her hips lift, her body beckoning my cock.
“Please tell me you have some.”
“I do.” I reach into my nightstand, and pull out a foil package. “They’ve been in there a while.” I try to see if it has an expiry date, but don’t get
