“Callan,” Gemma says in a soft voice. I lift my head, and our eyes latch. As if she knows every dark thought inside me, she presses a light kiss to my mouth. “Let’s get out of our heads, okay? Just me and you. No one else but the two of us, right here, right now. What we’re doing is right. It’s right, Callan.”
“I know,” I say, not questioning it either. I feel this every bit as much as she does. “I need you, Gemma,” I say. I rip my shirt off and pull her to me. I slide my hands up her back, and grip her shoulders, needing the skin-on-skin contact. “I need you so bad.”
“You’ve got me,” she whispers into my ear. “Just like I’ve got you.”
I inch back and kiss her, deeply, passionately, opening up a part of me that had been closed off for two full years. It’s frightening, but it’s also so fucking nice. The tension in my shoulders lessen, and I revel in the sensations racing through me as she runs her hands down my back, offering herself to me. The fact that this woman is opening up to me after her past experiences isn’t something I take lightly, and I plan to do right by her.
My mouth leaves hers, tracks down her body until I’m sitting on the bed, and she’s quivering on her legs before me. I rip open the button on her shorts, and peel them down her legs.
“Gemma.”
“Yes,” she says as I tug my phone from my pocket.
“Are you calling someone,” she asks, and starts to wrap her hands around her body.
“No.” I set my phone on the bed. “Do you feel beautiful?”
“I…” She glances into my eyes. “Yes.”
I smile and nod at that. “When was the last time you danced?”
She shakes her head and looks down. “It’s been a long time, Callan.”
That breaks my fucking heart. “Did dancing make you feel good…free?”
“Yeah, I miss it, actually.”
“Would you dance for me?” I ask, and her head jerks back.
Her breath comes a little fast. “You were serious about that?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know, Callan.” She looks down at her feet. “I’ll feel silly.”
“I’ll start with you.” I flip through my apps and put on a song, an old one from our high school days and she laughs.
“Why is that on your phone?” she asks, her body relaxing.
“The women at the station got hold of my phone one day,” I say.
“Liar. You just like the oldies.”
“I admit to nothing.” I set my phone down and take her into my arms. “But you should see the pic they added to my wallpaper.” I roll my eyes and laugh. “They had fun that day, and taught me a valuable lesson. Keep my phone locked.”
She chuckles and puts her head on my chest as we move to the slow song. “I think I like these women already.”
“They’re going to love you,” I say, and my throat tightens as I hold her against me. They are going to love her. Heck what’s not to love.
Whoa, easy, Callan. This is all just pretend.
My cock thickens as I hold her to me, her body swaying and stroking me in places so deep, it’s almost frightening. I honestly can’t remember the last time I was this happy. Gemma helps me forget about the real world for a while, but it’s there for me to go back to once this weekend is over. I must say, though, after a taste of this, it’s going to be fucking hard going to bed alone, waking up alone. Again.
As she relaxes in my arms, I step back and sink back onto the mattress. She bites her bottom lip, and stills.
“Dance for me, Gemma,” I murmur.
Dressed in nothing but black lace panties, she begins to sway her hips, her beautiful breasts jutting out, her nipples so pink and puckered, my mouth waters. Jesus, I like her. She is the most beautiful woman on the planet. But she’s more than just beauty. So much more.
She grips the thin elastic band with her thumbs and tugs. All thoughts dissipate as my blood rushes south. “Hmm,” I say.
“You like that, Callan?”
“Uh huh,” is all I can manage to push past my lips.
She turns around, and presents me with her lush ass. As she shakes it, I remove the rest of my clothes, until I’m stark naked. I take my cock into my hand, and her eyes go wide when she turns back to face me.
“You like this?” I ask as I tug from base to tip.
“I do,” she says, her gaze latched on my cock.
I want my hand in those panties, but I need to see her naked. “Get rid of the panties. I want to see your pussy,” I say.
She bends forward, and a growl rips from my throat as she sheds the last of her clothes. Moving slowly, she stands back up again and continues to sway.
“Open yourself up. I want to see all of you.”
She reaches between her legs, and using her fingers, she spreads her damp lips. I almost weep. “Fuck, Gemma,” I gulp.
“You like?”
“Yeah, I like.”
She rubs her clit, and moans as she slides a finger into herself.
“I have a confession,” she whispers.
“Tell me.”
“Many years ago, I used to touch myself, imagining it was you.”
Jesus Christ, I can’t believe she’s admitting that to me. “You did?” I ask, excited by that.
“Yeah.”
“Well, you don’t have to imagine it anymore.” I stand, slide one arm around her as the other goes between her legs. I move her finger, and replace it with mine. I slide deep inside her, stretching her soaked walls, and lightly rubbing the bundle of nerves that
