Page 68 of Lemon Cake

“For you,” she cried, reaching out for his lap. “Only for you.”

Her palm pressed against his hard length, his cock twitching under her touch. With the vibrations even stronger, Gemma spread her thighs and reached into her shorts.

“Fuck yourself like I would fuck you.”

She’d only intended to adjust the position, but she followed his demand.

“Fuck,” he groaned, squeezing the wheel even tighter.

Her fingers slid to his belt, desperate to feel him.

“No,” he snapped. “If you touch me I’ll come, and I have been waiting all week to come inside you.”

She bit her lip and nodded, pressing her palm to his crotch again. “Can I touch you without you coming? It looks so painful—I want to help.”

“Take it slow.”

“I’ll be careful,” she promised.

He nodded, teasing his hand up the leg of her shorts. He took the toy from her fucking her with it as he drove. Gemma tried to keep her hand steady, thrusting her hips into Rider’s hand.

Rider squirmed, his hips moving of their own accord, desperate to relieve some of the pressure between his thighs. “Fuck, you’re doing so well, baby.”

Then the toy increased again, and Gemma fell over the edge. “Rider,” she moaned, rolling her head back and pushing a finger between her clit and the buzz that was painful to feel.

“So beautiful,” he groaned, turning it off and retrieving his fingers from the toy to gently brush a sweaty lock of hair away from her face. “So fucking gorgeous.”

She panted, her heart racing. She leaned into Rider’s touch. His thumb brushed across her lips, that hand sliding around to massage her scalp. She closed her eyes, soaking in his affection, her palm still gently stroking his bulge. When the car stopped and the engine cut off, she opened her eyes and found them parked in his driveway.

“Don’t move.”

She didn’t—shecouldn’t. With her eyes threatening to shut she watched as Rider rounded the hood and threw her door open. He scooped her into his arms, carried her through the house, and laid her gently on his bed. One hand tugged at her shorts, the other fumbled with his belt. She reached for the vibrator, but he knocked her hand away.

Rider nudged her legs apart, kneeling on the bed and holding her wrist above her head. He brushed a soft kissover her lips. “I’ve always wandered what it would be like to fuck you with your pretty little toys still inside you.”

Gemma stiffened, but instinctively relaxed once the vibrations started up again. Rider positioned himself, slowly pressing into her, stretching her walls around his thick girth. “Rider, please.” It was uncomfortable, but her words came out on a moan as her clit started to vibrate.

“I’ll be gentle. I won’t need much. I’m already so close, I just wanted to come inside you.”

Gemma reached out with her free hand, pulling him down into a passionate kiss, swallowing his groan as he sank deeper. Her walls stretched, but the vibrations on her clit helped her relax. His hips moved, easing deeper into her with each thrust. He dropped his head to her shoulder, his lips closing around that sweet spot on her neck. He grunted, hot breath washing over her skin.

“Make us come,” he begged, dropping the remote into her hand.

Gemma arched her back, forcing his cock deeper. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes, baby,” he groaned, hips finally meeting hers. “So good.”

Gemma tested the buttons, setting her clit on fire and making his cock jerk.

“Please, baby.”

Rider’s pleading whisper threw Gemma over the edge, tugging him with her. He grunted and sank his teeth into her skin, his hips stilling as his release spilled inside her. Too sensitive to take anymore, Gemma shut it off and let the remote fall to the mattress, allowing her man to ride outhis orgasm. Finally, Rider’s body relaxed, a relieved sigh filling the air around them. He freed her hand, wrapping his arm around her waist. He carried her to the bathroom where he set her next to the sink, dampening a cloth under the tap. With a dry towel within reach he pulled out and cleaned them both.

“Can you grab my sleepover bag?” she asked.

Rider nodded and kissed her forehead, taking the hint. “Anything.”

When he came back, she was already sitting on the bed, tying her hair up in a bun. He changed himself, then dragged her under the covers with him, silently demanding her body close to his. Moments later, she was fast asleep.