Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

GEMMA

Dean’s dejected expression pinched Gemma’s heart. He’d tried, and had made an improvement.

“I probably overloaded it,” she offered. “Buford can’t take big loads like he used to.”

He snorted as he met her eye.

With a reassuring grin, she hugged him.

“You have some honey in your hair.” He reached for her.

When his hand fell, the glob of fresh amber on his thumb called to her. Gemma wasn’t sure what came over her, but she leaned forward, closed her eyes, and wrapped her lips around his digit. With her heart racing and her entire body heating, she sucked the sweetness off him by swirling her tongue.

When it was gone, she was out of breath, and their gazes met.

Lust darkened his normally pale blue irises. He guided her to roll onto her back and her heart fluttered. Parting her thighs, he positioned himself between them and over her.

“You’ve got a little here,” he whispered.

She swallowed hard. Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue along her collarbone and down toward her breast. Sparks flickered across her skin.

Through his thick jeans, his erection swelled against her. Lifting her chin, she moaned as he sucked the side of her neck. When he rocked his hips, grinding against her, her core pulsed in need.

Peppering her jawline with tender kisses, he found her lips and claimed her mouth. Trembling from the intensity, she dug her nails into the globes of his ass.

Dean Welker, the man of her dreams, was covered with honey and making out with her. Never had she thought she’d see the day. Her fantasy came true.

Breathless, he broke the kiss. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Vigorously, she nodded. “Absolutely. Do you have a condom?”

“Uh?” He reared up on his elbows.

“Don’t worry, I do.” She dashed over to a cabinet.

It may have been a few months since she’d stashed them out there, but she found the box. Taking out a package, she turned as his tool belt dropped to the ground.

Grinning, she sauntered toward him with the condom between her fingers. Before him, she dropped to her knees, and nimbly worked the button and the fly of his jeans. With a simple tug, his pants dropped. His boxers were quick to follow.

His erection bobbled before her, long and thin just like him. Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue around the swollen tip. Cupping his balls, she did he best to swallow as much of him as she could. Up and down, back and forth, she used her free hand to corkscrew his shaft now glistening from her mouth. He groaned and ran his fingers through her short hair.

Quickly, she tore the wrapper off the condom. Satisfied he was ready, she rolled it down his length.

Before she could stand, he bent down on his knees and shook his head. “Now it’s my turn.”

Her cheeks heated. She hadn’t exactly prepared for that and wasn’t sure when the last time she’d shaven. “It’s?—”

He held a finger to her lips before guiding her to the floor on her back.

He pushed her shirt up to her neck, exposing her stomach and bra. Closing her eyes, she relished the feel of his soft lips dotting every roll and crease of her belly. He made his way to her cleavage and pushed her bra up. Palming one breast while suckling the other sent chills through her. This was how a man worshipped a woman.

Moaning, Gemma arched her back. He kissed his way downward. Her leggings and panties slid over her thick thighs with a series of tugs until they were past her ankles and off her body.

When he wrenched her legs apart, she gasped.

“Now I feast,” he declared before diving between her bent legs.

She twitched with each swipe of tongue over her pussy. He circled her clit several times, and she bucked her hips. Gemma wanted nothing more than to have him inside her, but she couldn’t find her voice.

“Prettiest peach I have ever seen,” he said as he plunged two of his fingers deep into the well of her arousal.

Her breath lodged in her throat.

“When I saw you bent over in the barn, I had to have you.”

The more he wiggled his fingers deep inside her, she more she squirmed.

“You taste sweeter than the honey. You’re hotter than the sun, and we’re about to forget both our names.”

Deep in the fog of arousal, she whimpered in need.

“Do you want me?”

Bucking her hips against his hands, Gemma slapped at the ground, no words, so she rocked her head up and down.

“Tell me.”

The best she could do was whine as her orgasm built.

“I can feel your pussy tightening around my fingers. You’re so close. Don’t you want my cock?”

She moaned when he slowed his pace.

“If you don’t tell me, I won’t be able to.”

“Yes,” she finally hissed.

In a sudden motion, he withdrew his fingers, wrapped his hands around her thighs, and yanked her back. Her legs rested over his shoulders as the bulbous head of his cock rested against her opening. As he rolled his hips, his dick slid along her slit making her tremble as it grazed her sensitive clit.

“One more time, sweetness.”

“Please.” She reached between her legs for him.

“Please what?” he taunted.

“Please. I want you.”

“Anything for you.” Dean didn’t hold back. He slammed his full length inside her.

The force alone knocked the air from her lungs. She saw stars as her channel stretched to accept him. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her body shook.

After three quick thrusts, he leaned forward, bending her in half. The backs of her thighs burned, but the new, deeper, angle was magic. She cried deliciously helpless beneath him.

“You’re my dream, Gemma.” He whispered as he kissed her. His hips rolled in slow circles, teasing her, keeping her on the brink of orgasm but not quite letting her go over the edge.

His thrusts came in quick bursts. Every inward drive grazed her g-spot and she begged for release.

Again, he claimed her mouth with a deep kiss before he pulled back, gripped her thighs, and drilled into her without restraint. Her orgasm came fast, and she screamed his name through her release. Vibrating beneath him, the pleasure rolled through her like a tsunami.

Seconds later, he roared and collapsed over her. Panting, he kissed her cheek and shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled, trying to catch her breath.