Page 35 of Gerard

He set her on her feet outside the shower walls, turned off the water and grabbed a towel.

They made quick work of drying each other off. Although they were still damp in places, Gerard didn’t care. He gathered Bernie in his arms, snagged the condom from the soap dish and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed.

Gerard straightened, feasting his gaze on her naked body.

She touched her breast with one hand and reached out to clasp his dick in the other. “Make love to me.”

He drew in a breath and let it out, his hold on control slipping with each stroke of her hand. Blood flowed hot and thick through his veins, heading south to his cock. If he didn’t stop her soon, he’d come.

Gerard removed her fingers from around his erection, shaking his head. “I want this to last more than a few seconds. What you’re making me feel...I want you to feel before I take you.”

Her lips stretched in a wicked grin. “Then I’m doing it right. For a moment, I thought you didn’t like it.”

“Oh, I like it, all right. Too much.” He climbed onto the bed beside her and trailed a finger across her cheek to her lips. “I want you to come first.” He leaned over and captured her mouth beneath his, claiming her lips, then sweeping inside to caress her tongue.

Bernie slid her hand behind the back of his neck and held him close.

The kiss was just the beginning of his campaign to make her lose control. After thoroughly exploring her mouth, he brushed his lips across her chin and down the length of her throat to where the pulse beat wildly at the base, matching the rhythm of his thundering heart.

Moving lower, he captured one of her breasts in his palm and the other in his mouth. He sucked gently and then flicked the beaded nipple until her back arched, pushing that breast deeper into his mouth.

Bernie moaned and wove her fingers into his hair, urging him to take his mouth lower.

He obliged, skimming his lips over her ribs and pausing to dip his tongue into her bellybutton. As he smoothed his hand along the curve of her waist and over the swell of her hip, he reveled in her silky-soft skin. The tension inside him spiked when he cupped her sex and dipped a finger into her slick channel.

So wet. For him. He could already imagine how good it would feel to slide inside her and have her channel contract around him.

Patience, he coached himself. He wanted her to want him as badly as he wanted her.

Slipping lower between her legs, he parted her folds with his thumbs and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Bernie gasped, and her hips rose off the mattress.

He chuckled. “Like that?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice rushed, her chest rising and falling with erratic breaths. “Again!”

He flicked his tongue across her clit again.

Bernie’s body tightened.

She was close.

Gerard swirled his tongue around and around that nubbin of nerves.

Bernie raised her knees, planted her heels in the mattress and then rocked her hips in rhythm to his strokes. When she froze in mid-rock, he didn’t stop but kept going until her fingers dug into his scalp, and she cried out his name, “Gerard! Sweet Jesus.”

For a long moment, her body pulsed, her fingers contracting and releasing in his hair.

Her bottom sank back to the mattress. “That was...that was...” She breathed in and out. “So good.” Her hands slid over his shoulders, gripped his arms and dragged him up her body. “Tell me that was just the beginning.”

“It’s your call,” he said as he leaned over her, his cock poised at her entrance.

“I want more.”

He grinned. “Of the same?”

She shook her head. “You. Inside me. Now.”