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“Why not?”
“I normally do. But not during sex.”
“Then when?”
“When I…” Gemma bit into the pillow. “When I touch myself, sometimes I hold my breath. I don’t know I’m doing it though. I only know it happens when I get close.”
“Close to what?”
“Close to coming, just like before. But I could never get myself there with other men…” she whined, our sweat rolling into shared beads between our bodies. “I don’t think I can hold on any longer.”
“Then don’t.” I demanded, lifting her back to meet my chest. She gasped, her arms hoisted like wings, restrained and braced for the pump of my hips. Fuck, now would be the time to use the cuffs on her, to chain her wrists into an unmovable position. She’d look sexy as hell but already felt too damn good to move anywhere but in and out of her body.
“Christ, Alejandro.” Her voice drowned out by the pound of my hips. She never held her breath during sex, but she never knew what true sex was, whattruefucking could be. She held it now because she was close, her milky cunt leaving slick lube along my condom. I’d look for it as I fucked her, measuring her pleasure by the size and covering of what she leaked.
“Look at yourself.” I kissed her balmy neck, my cheek guiding hers toward the standing trifold mirror in the corner, the one I installed when she took my measurements. Back then she refused to come to my room, but now she was here, right where she belonged, and I thanked Christ for such a merciful fucking gift. “What a sight, a beautiful fucking sight,” her breasts raised in the reflection as I clawed at her stomach, my cum still dripping over her belly button, rolling down from the vertical line of her torso and towards her inner thigh.
“I look like—” she leaned her head back, pushing herself harder against me. “A fucking. Dirty. Mess.”
“Just like us. Perfectly messy, just how I like it. Just how we are. Now come for me.”
“I—” She held her breath.
“Give it to me. Another and another. Wet this goddamn bed.” Her body jerked as I fucked her harder, my knees digging into the soaked sheets of her release, nearly losing balance with how mercilessly I railed her cunt.
“There!” She yelled out, “I’m coming!” My cock slipped out, all of my weight and size freed between her legs as a pool of warm liquid poured out from Gemma and over my cock. My erection pulsed, no longer inside her, but coming regardless, filling my condom again as she squirted over it, soaking me.
“Good fucking girl.” I growled, holding her from behind, controlling the loose tremor of her body. I pressed my mouth against her shoulder, foolishly biting her in an attempt to be closer, to fucking consume her.
We panted, collecting our breath between kisses.
“I can’t believe it.” She reached between her legs where my cock sat erect, placed beneath her, stiff against her clit. She pinched the tip of my condom, stroking the last bit of my cum into it. “I know you’re out of me, but I still feel you, throbbing.”
“But you’re emptied.” I praised, elated how her wetness pooled around my knees again. “Now relax, baby.You’ve donesogood,”I supported her loose body, her muscles puddling against me. “You know that I’ll take care you.” In a quick but gentle move, I cradled Gemma, lifting her into my arms as she laughed, exhausted.
“You, take care of me?” she asked, her eyes much bigger in the dark as they expanded to take me in.
I sat her onto my small midcentury dresser, propping her up, ensuring she didn’t bump into the brass knobs. She watched me unroll my condom, her face frowning as I tied its end into a knot. I think she liked what I did earlier, and the minor change of expression may have been because I didn’t spill it all over her.
“Yes,” I reached over a tufted chaise by our side, removing a white blanket from its arm to wrap around Gemma. “I take care of you, and I take care ofus.Us as a couple, us from the press, the world, and from anyone and anything that could ever threaten what we have, because what we have, Gemma, is far more incredible than what anyone could ever hope for.”
A brief silence lulled as I wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. She didn’t immediately respond.
Maybe the thought ofusas a collective was finally settling in. From the drawer by her side, I pulled out a fresh set of sheets and a spare towel to clean her.
“Those are really big feelings to share,” Gemma grinned, breaking her gaze from mine, directing it toward the floor. She didn’t seem shy or embarrassed, and for once, her eyes escaped the fear that I felt had been holding her back. I didn’t know if it were fleeting or not, but I cherished it nonetheless.
“Spread your legs for me.” I commanded, rubbing her knee as she parted herself slowly. I ran the towel along her chest and down to her navel, gently padding it towards the lower half of her body. My cum dripped dangerously close to her pretty pussy as I swiped it away. She didn’t seem to mind, and I wondered if she would have allowed it to fall right over her clit if its course continued. “Do you mind that I sharebigfeelings?” I leaned my head against hers.
“I’m…” she paused, “I’m just not used to it, I think.”
“That’s a shame. You deserve to know all the pretty things that you bring to this world. The purpose you give me.” I brushed her eyebrow, her hand raised towards my chest, checking the sturdy pulse that still raced for her.
“And what would my purpose be?”
I kissed her deeply, selfishly taking my time memorizing each intricate curve of her body. She was mine, and for that I was grateful, along with the truth I was about to share.
“Well, for me… it’s everything. It’s what I’ve looked for and always wanted. It’s you, and as strange as it may sound, it always has been. You have been out in the world, and I have been waiting, searching for this feeling, like everything will be ok. That’s purpose, Gemma. It’s the possibility that I can truly be myself someday.”
