Page 54 of Beautiful Crazy
“Yes,” she moans, nodding immediately.
“What about my fingers?” I ask, voice husky. “Want me to stuff you full while I use my tongue?”
Groaning, she grinds harder on my lap, her arousal practically seeping from her pores. Gemma pulls back, her lip tucked between her teeth, a smile forming as her eyes—hooded and nearly black—gaze at me. “I want that so fucking much, Everett.”
The way she says my name has me losing my mind as I pull her mouth back down on mine. It has me thrusting mytongue into her mouth the same way I want to do between her thighs. It has me damn near starved for her.
Breaking the kiss, I allow myself a moment to take her in. Her now swollen lips are red and slick with our shared spit, eyes glossy and hooded. Her cheeks are rosy, giving way to how turned on she is… What a fucking sight. Gemma bites down on her bottom lip again, giving me a little smirk before pressing her mouth to mine. Her tongue glides across the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, and when I grant it, she takes.And fuck, does she take. Gemma kisses me like it’s all she’s thought about the entire night. And hell, maybe she has. That thought, the possibility, has me groaning into her mouth.
She feels so good, sorightin my arms. Feels so good on top of me. Our lips move fluidly, the kiss turning messy. Teeth come into play, clashing, nipping, tugging. My heart is working in overdrive as my mind tries to catch up to what’s happening. To the fact that Gemma is grinding in my lap and sucking on my tongue like she can’t get enough.
I’ve never had a woman take my breath away and make my knees weak from a single look before, but from the minute I met her, I knew she was different from anyone I’ve ever known. Gemma awakens something in me. I’m not going to let her walk away tonight without making damn sure she knows how it feels to be utterly worshipped and consumed.
Pulling back, chest heaving with shallow breaths, Gemma asks, “You know what I really want to do before you do any of that?” Her sultry lilt washes over me like a stroke of her hand.
I quirk a brow, lips tugging on one side. “What’s that?”
Never taking her eyes off mine, Gemma slides off my lap and onto her knees in front of me. If my cock wasn’t hard before, it sure as fuck is now. “I want to taste you this time,” she breathes, hands coming to the button on my pants. I don’t miss the slight tremor.
She’s nervous, but it’s evident she’s also equally, if not more, turned on. I sit back, admiring the way she looks as she flicks open the button and drags the zipper down, her heated gaze alternating between that and my face. With a lift of my hips, she tugs the material down my thighs, my cock springing out and slapping my stomach.
Her eyes widen, tongue poking out to wet her lips as she peers up at me from beneath her lashes. “Wow,” is all she says, and I can’t help but smirk.
I reach down, wrapping a fist around my stiff length, soaking in the way she watches me as I slowly pump my fist up, then down.
“Show me your tongue, mama,” I tell her, as a thick bead of pre-cum pools at my slit. I’m dying for her to lick it clean.
Gemma grins before doing just that. Hot, wet tongue on display for me, I guide the tip of my cock up to it, dragging along the length of it, and she groans.
I breathe heavily through my nose, the sight straight from a dream. “Suck the head for me, baby,” I instruct her next.
With her eyes locked on mine, her lips close around my flared tip, and I moan as I feel her tongue curl around me. Keeping my hand fisted around the base, pleasure rips through my body as she hollows her cheeks, sucking ontothe head. Her mouth feels like heaven and sin all at the same time.
Sucking in a deep breath, I have to stop my hips from thrusting up as I exhale a deep, throaty groan. “That’s it. You look so fucking sexy with your lips wrapped around me like that.”
Gemma pulls off, a grin on her face that is part arousal, part nerves. “You’ve got a really nice cock,” she rasps as she replaces my hand with hers.
Hearing her talk like that, so filthy, makes my balls ache.
I hum, smirking. “Is that so?”
Nodding, she bites down on her bottom lip as she strokes me nice and slow, driving me absolutely fucking wild. She looks sexy and beautiful all at once with her hand wrapped around my dick, and as she leans in and takes me into her mouth again, all the air in my lungs is punched out. She sucks me down, a little awkwardly at first as she tries to take all of me, her eyes filling up with moisture as she gags. It feels so fucking good. Backing off a little, she regains her composure before diving in again. Using her hand in tandem, she works my length until my eyes want to cross.
Until pressure builds at the base of my spine and a rush of tingles takes over my body. Until I know I’m going to come if she doesn’t stop, and I don’t want that.
Not yet, at least.
Pulling out of her mouth, I lean forward as I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back until she’s gazing up at me. “My turn.”
Twenty-Two
Gemma
Everett’s lips crash down on mine in a flurry of passion, one hand wrapping around the back of my neck, while the other pulls me back into his lap. Lust simmers right below the surface of my skin, soaring through my veins, touching everywhere. Lighting me up with this hunger only Everett can satisfy. Everything leading up to this moment has been one tease after another, from the way he’s been looking at me all day, to the way he dipped his finger into my pussy in the kitchen, tasting me. His gaze has been a physical touch on my body since the moment he walked into my house earlier.
Hot, ravenous lips leave mine, caressing my jaw before he works his way down my neck. Everett’s fingers thread into the hair on the back of my head, gripping and tugging, forcing my head back as he exposes the column of my throat to him. Sharp teeth nip at my flesh, sending a wave ofpleasure and pain straight down my spine to my already aching core.
Desperation fills me, and my fingers move of their own accord, trying to wrap around his cock again.Trybeing the operative word. A deep chuckle vibrates against my neck as he covers my hand with his, moving it behind my back and holding it there. Restraining me.