What Gemma Wants

You ended up buying Gemma a white Amaryllis while you walked downtown for a bit. Gemma beamed at you as you put it behind her ear again, and you actually made the late-night florist blush as Gemma started making out with you right there in the doorway to the shop.

Eventually, laughing, you and Gemma left and took a quick walk through a nearby park and then called an uber.

“John, I have a weird question,” Gemma said.

“Just ask it, Gem. Everything about this relationship is weird, what’s one more question?”

She smirked and looked away for a moment, which told you she was feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious about this. When she turned back to you, she took both your hands in hers. “Have you made love to Sabrina yet? I mean like you did with me that first night we were together.”

That question surprised you a bit. “Um, maybe not that… intentionally,” you said. “We’ve had wild sex, and more intimate sex, but not explicitly saying we were going to make love.”

“You should,” Gemma said, which almost surprised you all over again. She was looking up into your eyes and it was like she was willing you to do it. “Tomorrow, after you take her out on your date, make love to her. She deserves to feel the way I feel about you. And I deserve to feel the way she feels.”

“Not that I’m complaining, love, but what’s going on?” you asked.

Gemma blushed a bit. “This weekend - this weekend the three of us are going to be spending a lot of time together, and I want a re-do on that first time the three of us got sexual. I want to play Director again, but this time be more in charge with my role. But before that, I want to feel like Sabrina does. I want you to make me feel that way.”

“Gemma, you’re in your own head,” you said, pulling her into a hug. “I’m not a mind reader, love. What do you mean you want to feel like Sabrina does?”

“I want you to get really rough with me tonight,” she said into your chest as she hugged you back. “We’ve already fucked hard, and long. I think you said you wanted to turn me into a puddle, and you definitely did. But tonight I want you to do to me what you Sabrina likes. I want you to **** me, spank me really hard, and pinch me. I want you to throw me around on the bed in whatever way you want. You can- I’m sure Sabrina told you I borrowed some buttplugs from her, and I tried them. You can even take my ass tonight if you want.”

You pulled her out of the hug and looked down at her, your eyebrows furrowed a little. “Gem, I- if this is what you want, I’m happy to do it. And I am really excited that you want to do anal, but I’m not doing it the first time with you like that. When we do that, the first time and as many times as necessary until you’re comfortable with it, I’m going to make sweet love to that amazing butt.”

That got her out of her own nervousness and she snorted a little and chuckled. “OK. But what about the rest? Do you want to be my Daddy tonight?”

“On one condition,” you said.

“Anything,” she said.

“Just don’t call me Daddy.”

Gemma had ordered the Uber to her place, which you had originally said might not be the best choice in terms of your planned sexual escapades - your apartment only had Mosche to worry about, while Gemma’s had her three roommates including your own Ex. Your blonde, sexpot, bombshell of a girlfriend had just grinned teasingly and told you not to worry about that.

Outside her building, Gemma pulled herself close to you and kissed you hard, palming your cock through your jeans between the two of you.

“I love you, you know,” she said.

“I love you too,” you said, and put your hand softly on her throat. Her eyes actually dilated a little bit as she took a big breath, her chest pushing into you. You weren’t even squeezing, just resting your hand there.

Gemma slowly pushed her neck forward, and you gave her the resistance she wanted.

“How’s it feel?” you asked her.

She pulled back and took your hand in hers and kissed your palm. “Safe,” she said. “Because it’s you.”

Gemma pulled you into the building and to the elevator, and once you were inside she dropped to a squat and started unzipping your jeans.

“Gemma-” you started, but she shushed you.

“Tonight is a wild night. And I want your cock right now,” she said. Then she had your dick, about three-quarters hard, out of the hole in your jeans and quickly started to blow you.

“Fuck, Gemma,” you groaned, feeling her mouth and tongue quickly suck you to full hardness.

The elevator ride wasn’t that long, and soon you were arriving at her floor - thankfully without stopping for someone on another floor.

“Now what am I supposed to do?” you said as Gemma stood up. “I can’t walk around your building with my cock out.”

“Just put it away for a second,” she said.

“Gemma,” you deadpanned, illustrating the issue as you had to undo your belt and jeans button and then awkwardly rearrange your hard cock to get it covered.

“Oops,” she giggled. “My bad.”

“It’s a good thing I love you,” you smirked at her. You looked like you had a flashlight in your pocket, but at least you weren’t completely out there as you both quickly headed down to her apartment. With any luck, you could get to her room quickly and without interruption.

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