Gem was a feast for my senses. She smelled like mint and roses. Her skin was softer than petals, and the sight of her made my brain go fuzzy. Displayed before me, half undressed, with her cream flesh framed in pink and lace against the background of the black dress, I could barely breathe.
“I never realized that pink was my favorite color,” I said as I ran my fingertips over the exposed mounds of her breasts. She arched up against my hands.
I skimmed over the satin that held her breast, trailing my thumb over the peak of a nipple that pressed out to me.
She whimpered and writhed. I cupped her full breast and longed for the skin and not satin and lace against my palm. I continued to drink her in. I let my gaze and my fingers trail over her soft middle. Like a magnet, my fingers trailed directly to the juncture of her thighs and the matching pink panties that hid the delights I was eager to sample.
When she reached up to me, I fell into her arms. My lips slid over hers like they were made for each other. She made soft gasps as our mouths parted and met. Her teeth bit into my lower lip. My tongue danced with hers. It was as if she knew exactly how to kiss me and turn me into a single-minded lunatic.
“Skin,” I demanded.
Gem clawed at my t-shirt.
I reached back and grabbed my shirt to yank it off. My lips left hers long enough to make the shirt go away. I pressed back against her, the mounds of her breasts so warm, so perfect against my chest.
I needed to taste that perfection and lowered my mouth to suck on a nipple through the thin barrier of her bra.
I pressed my hips up against her, forcing her thighs apart until I felt her warmth through my jeans. My cock throbbed, demanding to be closer. Gem did something with her bra and suddenly I had a rosy, pink nipple, in the flesh, to suck. I moaned against her.
“Chase, I need you,” she said in the most heartbreakingly sexy voice I had ever heard.
At that moment, with that voice, she could have asked me for anything, and I would have given it to her.
I wanted to touch her, I wanted to be inside her, but not on the couch. She deserved the comfort of clouds, to be worshipped like the queen she was. We could save the fun fuck on the couch for later. I lifted back onto my knees. She was a sight, and it took willpower not to collapse back across her and take her then and there.
“Come.” I held out my hand and eased her to a sitting position.
She tucked her breast back into the bra, and I was sad to see it go, even though I knew it was only temporary.
I walked backward, guiding her toward the corner of the loft that had been walled off to make my bedroom. She took her hand from me, and as we walked her hands reached behind her and she removed her bra. Dropping it as we moved. She smiled, still the shy giggly woman who I flirted with at work. She didn’t realize she was a sexual goddess who held powers over me.
“Condoms are in the bedside drawer.” I nodded at the table as we entered the room.
“Chase…” she said my name as she pulled a foil pack from the drawer.
“Yes?” I reached out for her, wanting her back in my arms.
“I don’t have much experience, but I’ll do my best.” She looked down, avoiding my gaze.
I lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “You already have me turned on and dialed up to ten. I doubt we will have any problems.”
“Really?” she asked.
How had she missed my kisses, my erection trying to get at her from inside my jeans?
“Woman, you are so sexy. Bed,” I commanded.
I hooked my fingers into the panties at her hip as she turned to climb into the bed. She gasped as I pulled them down her legs before she continued into the bed. Everything about her was peaches and cream. That manicured bit of hair hidden in her underwear was redder than the golden curls on her head.
I kicked off my shoes and dropped my jeans, pushing my shorts down at the same time.
“Oh,” she said.
I paused. “What’s the matter?”
“You’re glorious,” she said.
My cock pulsed and throbbed and jerked as if preening from her compliment. I took the compliment; she didn’t know what glorious was. She’d find out once I buried myself in her.
She shifted and reached for her shoes. I stilled her motion, wanting her to keep the shoes on. “Leave them,” I said.
She held out her arms and I climbed in, not hesitating to press my kisses against her skin. Warmth and sweetness teased my tongue as I licked a trail down her neck and between her breasts. They were warm and sweet. She was mana, and I didn’t know how long I could taste her before I was consumed by fire.
Her fingernails bit into my shoulders. I had never experienced a pain so sweet as Gem trying to hold on to me.
I tenderly bit, more than kissed, her stomach as I continued down her body toward my goal. She undulated under me. Her moans drove me on. She fisted my hair in her hand, tugging a sensual zap that traveled through my body like lightning.
Wrapping my hands over her thighs, I spread her legs.
“Chase, are you doing what… oh… aye aye oh.” Words failed Gem as I stopped teasing and licked exactly what I was there for.
Her seam parted and the pot of gold— her clit, was directly under my tongue. If her body was mana, then the honey I lapped from her core was pure ambrosia. I was singular in my goal, make the woman under my mouth cum hard and scream.
I ran my tongue over and around her, dipping into her depths.
Gem writhed and called my name. She was under my control. Her hips lifted to me when I inserted two fingers deep inside. So tight, so hot. She was wet and ready. Her muscles sucked at my fingers.
“You are so ready,” I growled the next time she called out my name.
Gem’s muscles clenched, fluttered and clamped down out of control. Her entire body thrashed as she hit her orgasm. She screamed, not even trying to stifle the sound. It was glorious.
I thrust my fingers deep until she tried to squeeze me out by clamping her thighs together.
I sat back and wiped my beard. She did not disappoint.
“Holy shit, Chase,” she panted around the words.
I smiled as I crawled back up her body.
Using my knee, I knocked her legs apart. With one hand I lifted her knee to my hip and hooked my hand under the heel of her shoes.
“Ready for more?”
“More?” She sounded almost panicked. “I can’t move. I’m limp.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a hidden reserve once I get started.” I reached for the condom and slid it on. “Ready?”
I wasn’t ready for the feel of her pussy around me. Her quivering muscles roared back to life, and Gem alternated between panting and screaming my name. It was a heady combination, and it didn’t take long before my rhythm grew erratic leading up to my release. She screamed again, and I shouted with her as I felt her pull everything from me. I came harder than I could ever remember.
I fell to my back, slipping from her body. “Be right back,” I said with my hand on the condom.
“I think you broke my shoe,” she said, holding up two pieces that looked like they once belonged together.
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” I said as I crawled back in bed and wrapped my arms around her.
“I can’t stay long,” She whispered, almost as if she didn’t want me to hear.
“Stay as long as you can,” I replied. I’d have her in my arms as long as I could, even if she couldn’t stay with me until morning.
This bed never felt so big or lonely after she left. Gem wasn’t the first woman to have sex and then leave. I propped myself up on my elbow. I’d had sex with other women in this bed. Disgusted with myself, I threw back the blankets and climbed out of bed.
It was late, but never too late to send a message to my assistant. He’d get it in the morning and take care of everything. I needed a new bed. A bed that only ever had Gem in it. And new sheets.
I texted, “Order new mattress and all new bedding, ask questions in the morning.”
I groaned when my phone began pinging in the morning. Five-thirty, Tanner was up and reading through my requests of the night. I rolled to a sitting position in a tangle of sheets on my couch.
What was wrong with me? I couldn’t sleep in my own bed because women, other than Gem, had been in it. I was thinking like some crazy teenager.
“Have you ordered?” I asked.
“Not yet,” he responded.
“Hold off on that request.”
“Will do. Time to hit the gym, see you at the office.”
Back at the office, I had back-to-back meetings. I wanted to see Gem, but I didn’t have time to pop into her office for a chat, and she deserved an in-person visit, not an emotionless text, not after the evening we shared. By the end of the day, I no longer harbored delusions about replacing my mattress. And thoughts of her didn’t immediately cause my cock to thicken and jump, ready for action. Maybe what I needed was to not chase after her skirt every day so I could think clearly.
“Chase, pack your bags!” John slammed into my office a few days later.
“Did you bring me coffee?” I asked. “If you’re going to start the day by yelling…”
“I thought you were giving that up?”
I shrugged. “What’s the emergency?”
“I can’t go to the conference in Germany, you’ll have to go.”
“To Germany?”
