Chapter 523

Gemma sighed softly and pulled John’s arm a little tighter to her side, snuggling back against him, feeling his cock against her ass and his chest on her back. Even his breath on the nape of her neck felt good. They’d talked about feeling like there hadn’t been a time before them, and she hadn’t been lying, but there had been a ‘before them’ and feeling was different than reality. She could remember sleeping next to Timothy, remember feeling like his hand on her when she was trying to sleep was annoying. How his breath on her shoulder or neck in the middle of the night was frustrating.

Was it really different with John, or were they still in the new relationship honeymoon phase?

Had those things ever felt good like this with Timothy?

John shifted gently, squeezing her in his sleep, his hand cupping her breast, and Gemma sighed again. Maybe it didn’t matter. She loved him, and everything about him felt good. He wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t expect him to be. No one was perfect.

Three months of love, and maybe it all hadn’t been blissful and easy-going, and it certainly hadn’t been the no-strings-attached summer fling she thought she might have had. It was coming to an end though, and that hurt to think about. The only thing that kept her from sobbing was the fact that it was an end and not the end.

Gemma cried in the dark of John’s bedroom, revelling in the feel of his body against hers and the rhythm of his calm breathing. The tears flowed silently, and she was smiling as it happened. He was cute and sweet, and kind. He thought about her constantly, even if he also had Sabrina, even if they were sleeping with other women. Her Mom used to say she needed to find someone who was obsessed with her - she thought she’d found that in Timothy, but it turned out she hadn’t known what that meant. John was obsessed with her (in a healthy way) and he made that clear every day. He wasn’t clingy, he gave her space when she wanted it, and he didn’t simp for her. He challenged her and teased her, and let her be her abrasive self sometimes.

She loved him. And she didn’t ever intend to see that change.

And she wanted him again, and soon she wouldn’t be able to do anything about that feeling, but she could now.

Gemma wiped her tears from her cheeks and then rolled softly in his arms until she was facing him, then started slipping down under the sheets. A late-night blowjob to show him she loved him, and was just as obsessed as he was, would do the trick.

Tasha gently reached down and ran her fingers across her labia, feeling that they were slick again. The shower had been good, and had definitely gone a long way to cleaning up the post-sex sweat and stickiness, but she was still horny.