slid his fingers in and out. It wasn’t enough. It was too much. I was going to come again, and I wanted it. I wanted him.
He pulled away and slid up the length of my body. His thick cock stretched me, filled me. He bent his head to kiss my throat. His fingers gripped my shoulders.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. “Gemma.”
It was the way he said my name. Tender but rough at the same time, and filled with longing. He said my name like the taste of it pleased him.
I cried out and buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the sound. My hands clutched his back. We rocked against the fountain, the spray of it hitting us but leaving us dry. His thrusts became ragged as he neared his climax, and I was right there with him.
I saw fireworks behind my closed eyes as the pleasure of my orgasm ripped through me. Red, blue, gold, the colors filled my vision until I opened my eyes and stared into Declan’s face.
His gaze didn’t waver from mine. He said my name again, lower this time, harsher, as though speaking had become some near impossible task. I shuddered as another orgasm rippled through me.
He never closed his eyes, not even when his own climax made him buck and shudder against me. He kept his gaze fixed on mine the entire time, and all the while he whispered my name.
It’s funny how after orgasm the senses become so heightened. The garden’s silence, unbroken but for the fountain’s splashing, seemed as loud as a hovertrain when my heart’s pounding faded from my ears. Declan rested his forehead briefly against mine. He could’ve kissed me had he tried, but I guess the split lip made him reconsider.
After-sex awkwardness isn’t something I generally have to deal with. Pleasurebots don’t care about conversation. They get off, they get you off, they consider themselves as having done their job.
People, on the other hand, insist on talking.
“Wait.” I put a hand to his mouth when he started to speak. With the other, I pushed him gently off me. With efficient movements, I buttoned myself up again. The warmth of his seed coated me down there.
He tucked himself away, then ran a hand through his hair. “Are you all right?”
The simple consideration in his words made me pause. “I’m fine.”
He frowned. “Just…fine?”
“What would you like me to say, Declan?”
Now his expression shuttered, his gaze clouded. “Something more than fine.”
I’d been stupid to bring him here, and stupider to fuck him again. I pretended to fix my hair to disguise the sudden trembling of my fingers. I turned my head so I wouldn’t have to see him.
“Okay, you got your jollies. Now you can go.”
“Is that what you think?” His words had a thin edge of anger to them.
I needed to distance myself from him. There could be no future with Declan for me. The way we met and what I was precluded that.
“You got what you wanted from me. Now go.”
“If you think that’s all I wanted…” He paused, broke off, started again. “Gemma, I meant what I said when I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day.”
The sincerity in his tone wormed its way beneath the wall I was rapidly trying to build. “We shouldn’t see each other. You know that. Not when it could mean…”
“You’re not on-duty now. We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But last night I was on duty, and we committed a crime.” I swallowed heavily. “Today can’t change that.”
“Last night is over.” He gave me that damned cocky grin. “Today didn’t bring it back. It’s gone. I screwed up, made a mistake. But…I couldn’t help myself.”
“No?” I gave him a hard look. “You could’ve stopped the inspection at any time.”
He ran a hand through his hair again. “I didn’t want to.”
“Yeah, I know.” My heart twisted.
“I couldn’t resist you, don’t you get it?” He put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. “No man could. And then today, I just wanted to see you again. Touch you again. Gemma,
He pulled away and slid up the length of my body. His thick cock stretched me, filled me. He bent his head to kiss my throat. His fingers gripped my shoulders.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. “Gemma.”
It was the way he said my name. Tender but rough at the same time, and filled with longing. He said my name like the taste of it pleased him.
I cried out and buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the sound. My hands clutched his back. We rocked against the fountain, the spray of it hitting us but leaving us dry. His thrusts became ragged as he neared his climax, and I was right there with him.
I saw fireworks behind my closed eyes as the pleasure of my orgasm ripped through me. Red, blue, gold, the colors filled my vision until I opened my eyes and stared into Declan’s face.
His gaze didn’t waver from mine. He said my name again, lower this time, harsher, as though speaking had become some near impossible task. I shuddered as another orgasm rippled through me.
He never closed his eyes, not even when his own climax made him buck and shudder against me. He kept his gaze fixed on mine the entire time, and all the while he whispered my name.
It’s funny how after orgasm the senses become so heightened. The garden’s silence, unbroken but for the fountain’s splashing, seemed as loud as a hovertrain when my heart’s pounding faded from my ears. Declan rested his forehead briefly against mine. He could’ve kissed me had he tried, but I guess the split lip made him reconsider.
After-sex awkwardness isn’t something I generally have to deal with. Pleasurebots don’t care about conversation. They get off, they get you off, they consider themselves as having done their job.
People, on the other hand, insist on talking.
“Wait.” I put a hand to his mouth when he started to speak. With the other, I pushed him gently off me. With efficient movements, I buttoned myself up again. The warmth of his seed coated me down there.
He tucked himself away, then ran a hand through his hair. “Are you all right?”
The simple consideration in his words made me pause. “I’m fine.”
He frowned. “Just…fine?”
“What would you like me to say, Declan?”
Now his expression shuttered, his gaze clouded. “Something more than fine.”
I’d been stupid to bring him here, and stupider to fuck him again. I pretended to fix my hair to disguise the sudden trembling of my fingers. I turned my head so I wouldn’t have to see him.
“Okay, you got your jollies. Now you can go.”
“Is that what you think?” His words had a thin edge of anger to them.
I needed to distance myself from him. There could be no future with Declan for me. The way we met and what I was precluded that.
“You got what you wanted from me. Now go.”
“If you think that’s all I wanted…” He paused, broke off, started again. “Gemma, I meant what I said when I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day.”
The sincerity in his tone wormed its way beneath the wall I was rapidly trying to build. “We shouldn’t see each other. You know that. Not when it could mean…”
“You’re not on-duty now. We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But last night I was on duty, and we committed a crime.” I swallowed heavily. “Today can’t change that.”
“Last night is over.” He gave me that damned cocky grin. “Today didn’t bring it back. It’s gone. I screwed up, made a mistake. But…I couldn’t help myself.”
“No?” I gave him a hard look. “You could’ve stopped the inspection at any time.”
He ran a hand through his hair again. “I didn’t want to.”
“Yeah, I know.” My heart twisted.
“I couldn’t resist you, don’t you get it?” He put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. “No man could. And then today, I just wanted to see you again. Touch you again. Gemma,
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