Chapter 91

Gemma took her time, looking into your eyes as she thought about what you’d asked her.

“John, I- I just want to be with someone and know that they are all in on me. That they can’t get enough of me, and that I’m theirs. Saying it out loud sounds kind of ridiculous, but during our last go when you said I was yours, that’s my fantasy right now. My ex fucked up my heart by making me feel worthless, but you- God, John, you came up with a reason to tell me you love me and I fucking believe you every time you say it.”

You smiled and took her hands in yours. “That’s because it’s true. I don’t know how we can be here so quickly, but everything I mean behind the ‘I love you’ is true. You make me feel like a million bucks and king of the world.”

She kissed you quickly and then continued. “So that’s it. You’ve already fulfilled my fantasy. You love me, and I can’t get enough of you. In this bedroom, or yours, I’m yours. At work or if we go out somewhere, we’re a partnership, but in here you get all of me.”

“What about Sabrina?” you asked. “I really do fucking love you, Gemma, but Sabrina is mixed up in this as well and she and I- well, we’re not saying I love you and we’re not dating, but something is there.”

“I know,” Gemma sighed. “She and I have talked about it, the three of us have talked about it, but ... John, I don’t know where this feeling is coming from because I would never have gone for this even two weeks ago, but here it is. I think you and Sabrina are hot together. Every time I see you kiss, it just makes me wet and my nipples hard - especially if you just kissed me. There’s something about me knowing that she wants you, and you can take her and make her so fucking happy, but that you’re still going to come back to me that turns me the fuck on. So as long as you and I get this kind of time together, and we keep having these kinds of talks ... Well, I’m in it. When she teases me I get that little spike of jealousy, but I’m not jealous of her, I’m just jealous I’m not there too.”

“Thank you,” you said. “For being brave enough to tell me that.”

“You asked,” she smiled.

“I’m really glad I did,” you smiled back. “And I’m so happy. But I still want a more specific answer. What can I do for you this time, when we fuck, to take it to the next level?”

“I don’t know,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “I really don’t.”

You kissed her, then tilted your mouth lower and kissed her neck, then down to her chest. She fell back from her sitting position and you followed her, kissing down between her breasts and then took the sideboob meat of her cleavage between your teeth and gently bit her just a little bit. “What about if I want to mark you as mine?” you asked. “Right here on your tits? Where only you and I know, but here in the bedroom it’s obvious.”

Gemma breathed deeply and nodded, watching you.

“What about down here?” you asked her, running a hand along her inner thigh.

“Yes,” she whispered quietly.

“What about here on your beautiful stomach?” you asked, kissing lower. “Then it would be more obvious if you wear a crop top for me, but not at work. People would see the big hickie and know that you’re a slut marked by your man.”