Page 26 of Gentleman Wanted
Her ass came into view, and my mouth was suddenly dry at the sight of her.
Jesus, she was beautiful.
For a second, I paused,
“Gent?” Gem’s voice was almost a whisper, but it was all I needed to touch her. She wanted this as much as I did. My hands on her ass, I peppered kisses in the hollow of her back.
“You’re so beautiful, Gem.”
She didn’t say a word, but I heard her sigh quietly. She might not believe me, but I was about to show her just how much she affected me.
Looping an arm around her waist, I lifted her ass off the sofa. My other hand delved between her thighs.
She was already wet, coating my fingers as I parted her gently. I wanted to take things slow, explore her and tease her a little, but damn, it was hard.
“Is this ok?” My fingertip breached her wet entrance.
“Yes.” She moaned again, and her hips moved more. It was all I needed to carry on. I pushed my finger into her in one slow, smooth motion.
“Oh my god.”
Her words were like music to my ears. My cock throbbed against my zipper as she gripped my finger tightly, her hips moving against me.
“Oh my god, yes.” Her little cries were turning more and more frantic as I pushed my finger in and out of her wet channel.
Bending over her shoulder, I nibbled on her ear lobe. “I’m not god, sweetheart. I’m Gent.” As if to prove my point, I added another finger, stretching her.
She felt amazing, but I wanted more. I wanted to watch my fingers slide in and out of her, see them covered in her juices, and I couldn’t see from this angle.
Tightening my arm, I pulled her upwards. “Ass up, baby, let me see you.” I kept my voice low, husky. “I need to see you, all of you.”
She didn’t argue with me. With her face still pressed against the couch cushions, she positioned her knees under her, baring that pretty ass to me completely.
Letting my hands wander, I took her all in. It was dark, but I couldn’t get up to turn a light on. It would spoil the mood, and I wasn’t about to do anything at all to make this end.
“Say something.” For a second, she sounded unsure.
“Jesus H Christ.” Pulling her cheeks apart with my hands, I settled myself onto my knees on the floor. With my face at the perfect level finally, I dragged her back towards me, and my tongue delved between her lips.
Gemma tasted like I knew she would. Sweet but not like honey. There was something richer in her sweetness. She tasted like maple syrup, I realised.
She gave a little scream as I licked into her again. From ass to clit and then back again, my tongue flat against her before I hardened it into a point and pushed it into her.
She bucked against me, moving against my face like she wanted to draw me in more.
“That’s it, baby, ride my face. I want my chin and lips coated in you.” And I did want that. I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath.
Curling my arms around her, I lowered one hand over her mound. My thumb rubbed over her clit.
Gemma gave a little scream, the sound muffled as she bit down on her closed fist. I couldn’t help it, a wide grin split my face.
Replacing my tongue with my fingers, I pushed two into her sopping wet channel, my other hand still busy against her clit. Settling back on my haunches, I watched my fingers disappear in and out of her.
And it was the most erotic, most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Only made better by the desperate sounds she was making. If she liked it like this, then Gemma was in for a treat because this was me being gentle. Something I almost never was, even if my name was Gentleman.
A gentleman in the streets, that was me. In the bedroom, though?
“Push back, baby, push back.” I curled my fingers inside of her, pressing up against that puckered set of nerves that had her almost hyperventilating, and this time I didn’t even try to hide my grin. If she had been looking at me, she would have seen it. But as it was, she had buried her face into the cushions to help muffle the cries that were leaving her lips with every breath.
