It’s like heat is magnifying at my center as her thumb slides up and down, then twirls around in a circle. So delicate, yet harsh enough to demand a reaction from my body. “Gemma, God.” I moan, digging my nails into the wall.
“That’s it, give in to what you’re feeling.” She mews, bringing her lips right against my ear. She softens her tone, whispering in a sinful manner. “Imagine what it would be like for me to have my tongue on your clit, lapping at it like a kitten does to milk. The way I’d treat you like a goddess before sucking it between my lips, intensifying the need coursing through your veins. I’d make you feel it all, Keira, until all you could do is shake before me, begging me to continue to make you feel bliss.”
“Yes, I want that.” I admit, opening my eyes, I stare into hers. They light up with need, with a hunger I’ve yet to see from her. “I want you to make me feel amazing, Gemma, please.” I’ve never begged anyone for anything in my life, but right now I’m doing it for an orgasm.
She drops to her knees before me, hooks her fingers under my leggings and brings them down, taking my candy pink thong along with it. Gemma wastes no time wrapping her lips around my clit, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaning carpet. I thrash against her while electric volts crash through me. It’s intense, overwhelming, and amazing. She shoves two fingers inside me and my walls tighten around her, begging for more. Gemma thrusts her fingers as hard as she can and quickly a sloshing sound can be heard. I’m so close to coming for her and we both know it.
Gemma stops sucking on my clit and flicks her tongue up and down, making me more sensitive. Out of nowhere she plunges another finger inside me and I come collapsing around her, my orgasm rushing through me like a stampede of wild mustangs. “Gemma, oh my god!” I scream, digging my nails into her shoulders.
She giggles while still continuing to draw my orgasm out. She pumps into me without relenting, so much so that my legs thrash around her from the intensity of my release. Finally, she eases up and looks directly into my eyes.
“I’ve been thinking about doing that since the first time I met you.”
“I hope it was worth the wait,” I rasp out, trying to catch my breath.
“Oh, it was. But hopefully I don’t have to wait so long next time.”
“No, you won’t.” She confirms, causing me to smile.
“Good. I might look like I’m patient, but I’m really not.” I admit with a laugh.
Gemma rises, takes my hand in hers and leads me into the kitchen.
“God, this smells wonderful. What’re you making?”
Gemma wiggles her eyebrows, “Steak with stuffed lobster and veggies. Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes or so.”
“Good, I’m starving.” I admit, though I won’t tell her I was so busy at work today that I forgot to eat lunch. She’ll probably only get annoyed by it, so it’s pretty pointless if you ask me.
“Great. I’m glad you brought an appetite. I love to cook, so I hope you’ll get used to being my taste tester.”
“Oh, rest assured. That’s something I can do. I’m hungry most of the time.” Gemma smiles at my response while her cheeks flush with a soft pink.
“Good, I’m so glad to hear that.” She replies, smiling sweetly.
I smile in response before speaking up, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“With dinner, or?”
I cock my head at her smartass reply, “I meant dinner, but what else do you need?”
“Well, I’d really like to know if you’d want to come to an event with me. I have a pretty big announcement happening and I’d like for my . . . girlfriend to attend with me, if that’s okay.”
Girlfriend. Did she just say girlfriend? Holy crap. Holy freaking crap!
“So, we’re going steady now, are we?” I joke with her.
“Considering I just had my mouth practically inside you, I’d say yes.” She comments back with a wink.
“When is the event? I’ll have to make sure I don’t have to work. Stuff has been so crazy lately.” I know there is an event coming up, but I might be able to make an appearance at both if they happen to fall on the same night. The important thing is I show up for the work one and donate money, that I make a point of showing up.
“It’s on Friday night. Starts at eight in the evening, I believe. I could come pick you up and we could ride together if you’d like.”
“Yeah, I think that would be great.” I tell her, looking forward to a public outing with her more than I care to admit. I don’t want her to know how excited I am. Otherwise I might ruin our newfound relationship before it’s even had a second to blossom.
“Perfect. I’m so excited!” She claps her hands together, making me feel a bit better about my own excitement. “There’s going to be a huge announcement being made, so I can’t wait for everyone to hear about it. This could change my career as I know it.”
I wonder what could be changing Gemma’s life so dramatically since she owns a gym, but I don’t ask. Regardless, it looks like I’m going to find out in a couple days anyway. While patience isn’t my strong suit, I can wait just like everyone else.
“Is anyone from your family going to be there?”
Gemma nods, “Yeah, I invited my father and my brothers, and sister. It’s a big deal, and speaking of that, I do need to tell you something that I didn’t say yet.”
“Okay . . . is everything alright?” I ask while furrowing my brows.
“Yeah, it is. I just,” Gemma closes her eyes, acting like she’s struggling to come up with what to say. I give her a few moments to gather her thoughts and finally she starts speaking again. “Keira, you’re one of a couple people who know I’m a lesbian. Most people in my family don’t have a clue.”
I stand here blinking in shock, not fully processing what she’s telling me in this moment. Good god. How can this be real? How can Gemma be my perfect woman, but she can’t tell the ones who mean the most to her that she’s a lesbian?
I’m not looking to get into an experimental relationship, but it already looks like I have.
Chapter Fifteen
Gemma
With the way her eyes widen in shock, I know this isn’t something she wanted to hear. After all, how could it be? Isn’t this someone’s worst fear, to start falling for someone who hasn’t stepped out of the closet. I feel like I might have a toe out of it, but I’m so scared to tell people, for people to see me for who I truly am. It’s not that I’m ashamed of myself, or I’m embarrassed about liking Keira as much as I do, because I do like her so very much. I’m just afraid I’m not going to please my father. Hell, when my mom passed away my dad put us in therapy. It went on for years, maybe until I was thirteen or fourteen? It got to the point where I remember being told I was a people pleaser, that underneath it all I felt a need to make sure other people were happy. For a while it meant hiding my own grief, not talking about my mom because my dad would make everyone hush up the moment anyone said her name. I guess in a way I’ve never stopped being a people pleaser.