Page 54 of Lemon Cake

“Just like that,” he hummed, guiding her fist to squeeze a little harder.

Gemma adjusted her mouth to the rhythm of their hands, taking him deeper each time. His nervous system was shot, overwhelmed with the sparks that shot through him. Lightheaded from the rush of blood south, precum steadily flowed onto Gemma’s tongue. He wasn’t used to the feeling of being far too close to the edge. He couldn’t stop himself from rushing to his climax.

“I’m going to fucking come,” he groaned.

Rather than a warning, Gemma took that as an instruction to move faster, sucking and slurping until Rider’s orgasm was inevitable. The thought of how much she loved watching him come pushed him over the edge. He grunted and fucked into her mouth. The first burst of cum hit her tongue, and she sucked harder, drawing out his orgasm. He felt dizzy, his muscles quivering as the sparks turned to fireworks in his veins. After she’d made sure not to waste a single drop of his cum, she sat on her heels and grinned down at him.

“You are amazing,” he panted, his heart racing so fast he could hear his blood rushing in his ears.

“I enjoyed that.”

“Me too.”

Avoiding his gaze, her hands found his thighs, thumbs stroking the still twitching muscles. “I like how you just let me be. Like you don’t use or push me.”

Some men liked that—choking their women with their dicks—but she genuinely enjoyed pleasing him, and that was hotter than anything he could think of. “I love how much it pleases you to make me happy.”

He pushed himself up, grabbed her in his arms and rolled so she was beneath him, his lips finding hers for a sweet kiss before he trailed over her jawbone to her ear.

“How about I make you feel good now?”

She twisted her fingers into his hair, a low hum vibrating her skin. “I would like that very much.”

He steadied himself with one hand on the mattress, the other teasing down her side and into her shorts. “Because as much as I love watching you suck my cock, I lovehearing you moan my name too.”

His fingers roamed over her skin, slowly pushing between her thighs to where she needed him the most. The second he stroked her clit, his lips sealed around her earlobe. With the moan falling from her lips, heat pooled between his legs again. Gemma’s thighs twitched, hand tightening in his hair to hold him in place. Desperate to be inside of her, Rider swapped his thumb and slid his fingers down to her entrance. She stiffened, making him pause.

“Talk to me,” he hummed, gently kissing the shell of her ear.

“I’m enjoying myself,” she whispered.

“But you tensed, baby. There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“I don’t get wet easily,” Gemma admitted. “I want you to know it’s not because of you.”

“Oh, sweet love, don’t you worry. I have my ways.” And with that, he kissed her forehead and descended, kneeling between her spread legs. Gemma eagerly shed her shorts, throwing them aside. He hooked his hands beneath her thighs, eliciting a yelp from her as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Just like before, she squirmed and giggled. This time, she reached over her head and handed him a pillow.

“You’ll hurt your knees if you keep doing that.”

“Always taking care of me,” he husked, stamping his lips to her inner thigh. “I believe that needs a reward.”

He brushed over her legs, only stopping once he felt her tense up, feeling her relax again once her legs were over his shoulders. He ran his nose up her inner thigh, taking adeep breath in and letting his lips brush over the stretch marks there. Some were thin silver lines, others pinker while some trenched out longer. He stopped to kiss a few, her fingers clenching a thick fistful of his hair.

“So beautiful,” he praised.

While his lips were busy appreciating her thighs, his thumb found her clit again. Though he wanted to show her how much he adored her, he wasn’t going to tease her. She let out a long breath, arching into his touch. He trailed his free hand under her leg and over her waist, feeling more stretch marks beneath his fingertips. He traced those with his fingers, licking over the ones on her thighs.

She hummed, her fingers massaging his scalp. He was hard again, dizzy with how quickly blood rushed south, but he was far too focused on pleasing his woman. His thumb circled faster, his tongue licking up her inner thigh. Heat washed over his cheeks, her need evident.

“Would you like me to lick you? You did enjoy my tongue quite a lot last time.”

“Please.” Her voice shook with anticipation and desire.

Rider needed no more permission than that, immediately swapping his thumb for his mouth. He gave her a good few strokes before slithering down to her entrance. He pushed his tongue inside, coating her walls before returning to her clit. That move earned himself a sweet breathless moan.

Carefully, he slipped two fingers inside. Despite what she’d said, she took him so well that he soon added a third. He sucked on her clit, his fingers fucking her knuckle-deep. Her thighs clenched around him, her legs crossing behindhis neck and locking him in place—not that he would voluntarily move anyway. Rider was in his own personal heaven.

He sucked hard, his tongue flicking against her sensitive and swollen clit. He was relentless, wanting to gift her the same intense pleasure she had given him. When her walls clenched around him, he finger-fucked her faster. He didn’t stop, even when she tried to tug him away. Those intoxicating sounds were too good.