Go At It

You and Gemma fucked. She came twice in the half-sideways position, her tits a mesmerizing wobble and bounce as you stared into each other's eyes. Then you pulled her down the bed more and put her legs together so that her pussy was just peeking out from between her thighs and you rapidly stuffed your cock in and out of those lips until she was giving you loud ‘huh!’s on every new insertion and her pussy was gaping.

Then you spread her legs wide again and rooted yourself inside her, cradling her close as you laid on top of her and made out while slowly fucking her. She wanted to be on top, so you rolled to the side and now it was Gemma’s turn to ride you, working her hips as her tits danced above you. This was when you left the second and third marks on her, biting and then sucking on her cleavage and leaving matching hickies on both boobs.

It was inevitable. You weren’t an ironman of stamina - realistically, the only reason you lasted as long as you did was because you’d fucked her three times already that day.

You came as Gemma rocked on your cock, pulling her down to kiss her, crushing her tits to your chest.

“John,” she moaned happily, kissing you over and over.

“Don’t move,” you told her, holding her tight.

“Never,” she promised you.

She actually fell asleep first, her bedroom light still on and her bare ass pointed towards the door. Your cock stayed semi-hard inside of her but didn’t make a resurgence.

“I do love you,” you whispered to Gemma as her head cradled on your chest. It was wild.

Monday morning you had asked Sabrina if she was filming OnlyFans content. If you hadn’t made that connection, or if you’d taken a different tact, none of this would have been possible. How long would it have taken for you to clue in that Gemma was interested in you?

Five business days had changed your life.

And you did, really and truly, love Gemma.

You also loved Sabrina. It was a little different. With Gemma it was more raw romantically. With Sabrina? It was lust and comfort in equal measure. That was love, wasn’t it? And the insanity of it all was that they both knew, and were happy to go along with it.

Holding Gemma, you knew what you had to do to keep this feeling.

Gemma was going to leave in a little over two months, back to Australia and her life there. She was yours for that long. That was the agreement. That was how it all fell into place.

All you needed to do was show her that you didn’t just love each other, but that you were the love of her life.

How hard could that be?

“Nice ass, blondie.”

You woke up as Gemma shifted on top of you, blinking rapidly as you tried to adjust to your surroundings. Gemma hadn’t moved through the night, and you could feel the slimy, sticky remains crusting between the two of you as she shifted in confusion.

Becca was at the door, flicking the room light on and off as she grinned wickedly at the two of you still naked and above the covers. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakery!”

“Becca, fuck off,” Gemma groaned.

“Looks more like you two are fucking off,” Becca laughed. “Is he inside of you right now?”

“Becca! Fuck off!” Gemma yelled a little louder.

Becca was laughing as she shut the door.

“Morning,” you said, hugging Gemma with your arms wrapped around her warm, naked back.

“Ugh,” she groaned and snorted, putting her cheek back down on your chest.

“Not a morning person?” you asked.

“After a night like that, no,” Gemma groaned. “God, you are hard.”

“Morning wood,” you said. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she smiled, then peeled herself off your chest and sat up, dropping her pussy further onto your cock. “Mmmm, now this could make me a morning person.”

Despite the mess that you both were, you had sex. It was lazy and fun and kind of gross all at once. Gemma didn’t get off in the end, but she perked up significantly and claimed that’s all she needed. She also enjoyed you coming inside of her again.

“From never getting creampied to creampie queen,” you smiled at her once you’d filled her up again.

“Only for you,” Gemma grinned, then slipped off your deflating cock, quickly grabbed the roll of paper towels you’d brought in the night before, and staunched the leakage.

“We should really get out there,” you said. “Becca woke us up for breakfast.”

“Fine,” Gemma said.

You ended up putting on your boxers and button-down shirt, while Gemma slipped on an old pair of panties and a long nightshirt that looked like it had seen better days. Her breasts, despite you having just delighted in them, were fascinating to you as they were loose but hidden under the thin fabric.

“Boys,” Gemma grinned and rolled her eyes, seeing you staring.

“Women,” you shot right back to her, then palmed her tits through the shirt and gave them a squeeze. “Woman I love.”

“Boy I love,” she teased you back. “Are you going to be able to keep your hands to yourself at the table, or am I going to have to put on a bra?”

“Oh, I’ll control myself out there,” you promised her. “But last night you said in the bedroom you’re mine. And right now I want to play with your amazing tits while I kiss you good morning properly.”

“Mmm, morning breath,” Gemma begged off.

“So don’t open your mouth,” you told her, and kissed her with closed lips.

“Now who’s making us late for breakfast?” she pointed us out.

“Becca will understand,” you smirked, still massaging her breasts through her shirt. Her nipples were standing out now, and you were running your thumbs over them.

“The girls are going to think I’m a total slut,” Gemma sighed.

“Would that be a problem?” you asked. “If you’re a slut for me?”

“No,” Gemma decided after a moment.

“Because?”

“Because they know we’re saying the L word,” she said.

“Lesbians?” you asked.

“Love,” she clarified with another roll of her eyes. “Love.”

“I think I’m catching the difference in how you say it, love,” you smirked.

“Oh, come on then,” she laughed, taking your hand and leading you out of the room.

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