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“Only for you, Gemma.” I capture her mouth in a heated kiss. Her lips are cool from the wine. I drink in the taste of her as her tongue licks into my mouth.
I love how confident this woman is. She takes what she wants without apology. I only wish she could see how incredible she is and ask for what she wants from her family.
When her fingers undo the buttons on my shirt, I lose all rational thought. Holding her close, I flip us over so she’s on her back.
The lights reflect in her eyes. The glassiness is back. Whatever is passing between the two of us feels heavy. It’s like Gemma knows I’m leaving and doesn’t know what the future holds for us.
I know what I want it to be, but Gemma’s life is here. Mine’s in LA.
Instead of worrying about the future, I kiss her. I put everything I’m feeling into this kiss.
I want her to know how I cherish her. How I crave her. Desire her.
Love her.
Fuck.
I’m all in with this woman, and I can’t pull myself back from the ledge. I’ve already gone over with no chance of rescue.
Her fingers tangle in my hair as I deepen the kiss. Each pass of her tongue over mine has my dick growing harder and harder. I settle between her legs, letting her feel what she does to me.
“Blake.”
My hands drift under her dress, finding the cotton of her underwear already wet with need.
“Let me take care of this problem for you.”
Cover from the trees blocks the moon. It’s dark out here, the only light coming from the string of lights.
Pushing her dress up, I blow a breath over her pussy. Her moans are music to my ears. I drag a single finger over the material. Gemma continues to squirm.
I love knowing what amps up her desire.
“I can’t wait to taste you, cowgirl.” My tongue follows the path my finger took.
“Taste me.” She’s breathless with need.
Pulling the material aside, I lick her folds. Savor the taste of her on my tongue.
Her fingers find my hair, pulling tight. I slide a single digit inside her. She drenches my finger with her need.
“That feels so good.”
“It’s going to feel even better in a minute.”
I lower my mouth, latching on to her clit. Gemma’s body arches into my touch. I attack her pussy with the need I’m feeling.
Her need is palpable, like electricity flowing through the air. She takes everything I’m giving her. I ignore my growing need as I continue to flick her clit with my tongue, dragging a finger in and out of her.
“Keep going. I’m so close.”
I chance a peek at her. Her head is thrown back in pleasure. She’s strung tight, ready to explode.
“Come, Gemma.”
It’s a demand. I want her release all over me. I want it on my tongue as I fuck her into oblivion. I want everything this woman will give me.
“Blake!” Her scream echoes in the small space as her pussy squeezes my fingers, and I hold my face right there. I lap up every bit of her orgasm.
