Page 56 of Lemon Cake

“Would I be the first one to watch you?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“I can use it if it makes it easier, but you know your body best,” he offered, peppering kisses across her neck. “Iknowmyself too well. I’m close—reallyclose—and I want you to come first.”

She shivered under him, and one hand moved towards her pussy. He could feel her other spread her folds, then the rose hummed to life.

“Good. Just like that, baby,” he praised and slowly ground his hips into hers, careful not to disturb her hand.

Gemma’s eyes rolled back, her body arching into his. He took a moment to drink in every inch of her body. She held the rose onto her clit, his hips steadily rocking faster. Her chest was rising and falling and yet again, he scolded himself for not having undressed her completely.

Next time, he silently promised.

Her body tensed, her muscles quivering, signalling Rider to move. He rocked his hips, careful not to make any move that would make him come, wanting to wait for her—knowing how much she loved seeing him come.

“You look stunning,” he groaned into her ear. “Work yourself. Make yourself come for me.”

She eagerly nodded, so he thrust faster, feeling her pussy clench. He watched, fascinated as she ground into him and the rose, pressing a button that made her cry out loud.

“Keep going, baby,” he encouraged, his own breathing just as erratic as hers. “Come for me.”

With another press of the button, Gemma crashed over the edge. Her body shivered and twitched under him, her moans muffled as she pressed her mouth into his shoulder, sucking on his skin.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he groaned, his pace fallinguneven.

“I want to see,” she panted as he felt her sit up.

His spine tingled, and he jolted back, sitting on his heels and taking his already pulsing cock in his fist. Cum spilled through his fingers and splattered onto Gemma’s stomach. Her eyes sparkled as she watched his cum drip over her skin. When her hand reached out and she let her thumb rub over his tip he nearly fainted, but that was nothing compared to what happened next. He watched, nearly drooling as Gemma swiped her finger through his release and licked her finger clean.

“Fuck sake, Gemma. I’m already getting hard again.”

“Sorry,” she giggled, sounding anything but apologetic.

“You havenothingto apologise for.” With a finger under her chin, he forced her to meet his eyes. “That was out of this world.”

He gave her a quick kiss, then retreated to the bathroom.

Once he’d cleaned them both up, he lifted her and pulled her into his lap as he leaned against the headboard. Gemma nuzzled into his throat and wrapped her arms around him, her body totally relaxed. He covered her with the blanket, tracing shapes over her thigh and brushing through her hair as she fell into a deep sleep.

Gemma

Season preparations had Rider in a chokehold. With each passing day, Gemma felt him withdrawing even more to focus harder. He tried to soften up around her, but she could still see it.

She was reading in bed when her phone rang. “Hi, handsome.”

Rider groaned. “Two words is all it takes for you to turn my knees to jelly.”

“I really hope you’re sitting down then,” she laughed. “Don’t want you tumbling over and hurting yourself.”

“Just laid down and needed to hear your voice before I went to sleep. How was your day? Did you go to the children’s museum with Dan?”

“Yes, we did and it was packed. I usually avoid going on the weekends, but it wouldn’t stop raining so the park was out of question. How are you feeling?”

“Like a fucking wreck. Like, I’m ready for the season to start but at the same time, I wish we had more time to prep. Hate preseason.”

“Just one more week.”

“Do you want tickets?”