Page 20 of Merciless Attraction

Gemma stands in front of me, our reflections in the mirror sitting on top of her dresser has my mind wandering to delectable fantasies. I spin her slowly so she can watch us through the mirror as I cross my arms in front of her to pull her shirt off. It’s akin to shedding the day. We need a distraction. Her smile and willingness encourage me to continue.

A lace bra holds up her supple breasts and trigger my cock to be ready for anything that may happen next. I use my thumbs to rub small circles on the back of her neck, trailing down the center of her back; each finger applying smooth pressure down her spine. She moans and lets out a sigh of relief when I unhook her bra to set her tits free.

They’re full, perky, and beg for my mouth, but I exercise patience in this moment. I use one of my hands to reach around the front of her body, stroking her neck and down the center of her chest. A slight shudder ripples through her body as my other hand dances around the waistband of her pants.

After unbuttoning her jeans and slipping my hand into her panties, Gemma leans forward to grip the dresser. With a nipple between my fingers, pinching, pulling, playing with it gently, I use my finger to slide between the folds sitting between her thighs.

Pushing my way inside her walls, I massage her into an orgasm. Her essence coating my finger brings a smile to my face knowing I can help her relax. Another climax at the stroke of my fingers leaves her panting for more.

I help her out of her jeans completely, leading her to the bed where she nudges her chin toward the drawer in the nightstand. There are a few strips of condoms inside that I set on top of it, but I notice the small silicone rose.

I pull the toy out of the drawer and cause a deep shade of red to bloom across Gemma’s cheeks.

“It’s been a long time since—”

I stop her with a hook of my finger under her chin. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. Do you mind if I use this on you?”

Her eyes widen as she moves her head from side to side.

I hold the button down to power the toy on.

“Press the button again lightly to hop between settings. If you hold it down, it shuts off,” she says.

I push the button a few times until it’s a steady stream of vibrations I can hold against her clit while I kneel to eat her out. Her pussy is soft against my tongue like a fresh piece of fruit that I can savor. Gemma rakes her nails through my hair, grazing my scalp and sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

It feels like every drop of blood is gathering inside my cock as I tear off a condom with my teeth and sheath myself while I use the rose to keep her pussy so stimulated she’s writhing beneath me with the need to come. Her lips glisten as I move upward to slide every inch of my hardness inside of her trembling walls.

She yanks my face down to hers for a kiss that has our tongues swirling around one another as the rose pulsates against her clit while my erection glides in and out of her. The primal urges rising inside of me spark and something dark from the corners of my devious sexual mind creeps into the moment.

My hand moves up to her neck. My chest tightens as I hold myself back from squeezing her pretty little throat. Instead, I hold her jaw and run my thumb over her lips. Gemma takes my thumb into her mouth, sucking it as I use the toy while stroking her into orgasmic ecstasy. I feel like I’m ready to explode.

It’s as if she’s reading my mind, as Gemma uses both of her hands to grab my forearm and move my palm to her neck.

“Choke me, Antonio. Do it. I want you to,” she whispers with desire.

Her eyes dilate as I do what we both need and it sends her body into climactic catastrophe with me restraining her breathing, holding the powerfully vibrating rose against her swollen nub, while my dick dives in and out of her. Gemma’s entire body is rigid with pleasure.

“FUCK!” She spasms, arching her back and locking a leg around my waist to get me to stop moving but I continue to fuck her until I release my own orgasm into the latex barrier.

Sweaty and satisfied, I pull myself out of her warmth and kiss her gently on the lips. Gemma’s eyes are closed as she waves me away with a delicate hand holding her hair back.

“This isn’t fair,” she whispers as I step inside her bathroom.

I take my time rinsing the rose and set it on the sink’s counter to air dry. I notice a slim cabinet beside the mirror and open it to see an array of beauty products. One thing in particular stands out, a glove made of plush washcloth material. Perfect.

I run warm water over the glove, grab a large towel off the bar behind the door and walk back into the bedroom where I take my time wiping our sexual satisfaction from between her thighs.

“This is definitely not fair,” she reiterates. “How am I supposed to go back to not having this?”

“You’ll always have me, Gemma,” I tell her.

There’s a part of me that wants to tell her how much I’ve wanted her from that last night I saw her, when she kissed me, but I couldn’t take it further than that because I was going away. I only came to her graduation dinner to talk to Bash. I wish it was for her, but my loyalty was to her brother at that time. To some extent, it still is.

“When our lives go back to their regular routines, you won’t have time for me, Antonio. You’re a doctor and I know you work crazy shifts. All doctors do.” She sighs.

“Hey,” I turn her face toward me. “Don’t stop our future before it even gets there. Let’s stay in the moment, Gemma. You’re talking to me like I’m going to just walk away from you, from this connection.”

“That’s what happens.” Her voice is quiet, ripe with uncertainty.

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