Chapter 312

Eating out Gemma was always going to be something you wanted to do. The way she moaned and writhed and squirmed as you teased and tasted her was music to your ears. And since she was wearing that buttplug there were even more ways to do that - you could pull and push on the plug, or wiggle it around with a finger as you stabbed your tongue inside of her or against her clit.

For her part, Gemma gave you exactly what she knew you wanted - she let you know how much she enjoyed and appreciated you. She moaned loudly and whimpered and giggled when you teased her. She ran her hands through your hair and begged you for more of that one thing, or grabbed her tits hard and squeezed her eyes shut as she panted when you brought her closer to the edge of an orgasm.

She whimpered when you backed off and didn’t let her come, but she didn’t complain because the two of you were used to the play.

Once her pussy was flushed and her lips were slightly open from wanting more than a tongue or a finger dipping inside, you sat back a little and just blew a little stream of cool air against her pussy, making her giggle and squirm some more.

“Come up here,” she asked, motioning with her hands. “I want to taste me on you.”

You did as she asked and soon you were pressing her down into the mattress as you made out and she licked her own juices off of your cheeks.

“I still can’t believe what a whore I love being for you, love,” she gasped.

“I’ll never stop loving you for it,” you promised her. “I’m so happy that we can be open like this.”

“Me too,” she gasped. The gasp wasn’t from her emotions so much as from the fact that you’d slowly inserted two fingers into her cunt. “Cock,” she breathed out.

“I want to get you off with my fingers first,” you told her.

She shook her head. “No, love. I want you inside me. I want your first load filling my pussy with your warmth. I want to feel you fill me. Then I want to get down and show you exactly how much I love that cock by sucking you hard again before you take my ass.”

“OK,” you said, finding it hard to argue with a series of actions like that. You kissed her again and leaned back, dropping your pants and boxers and stripping off your socks. “Buttplug in or out?”

“In,” Gemma said. “You already make me feel stuffed when we fuck - I want to feel even more of that with you.”

“Get on your stomach,” you told her, and she flipped over and wiggled her juicy bum at you before spreading her legs. You climbed up and mounted her, your cock pressing between her butt cheeks before you scooped your hips and got it into position to enter her. She moaned at the first touch, but you teased your cock head between her lips. “I love you, love.”

“You still say it wrong,” she smirked a little, looking over her shoulder at you as she reached her arms forward above her head. That left her completely vulnerable to you in the prone position.

“I know,” you chuckled, and pressed your cock into her.

She moaned softly, her lips quivering a little, and you groaned as you worked your cock in and out of her a few times before resting your chest down onto her back. You kissed the side of her neck, then behind her ear, as the two of you slowly worked your hips.