“No, Gemma,” she whispered at last. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Gemma smiled with undisguised relief. She eased her foot out of Tori’s hands and leaned forward. She pressed the cool glass she was holding to Tori’s cheek.
“You’re very flushed,” Gemma whispered. “Are you excited?”
“Y…yes.”
“Are you wet, Tori? Is this turning you on?”
Tori closed her eyes and nodded slowly; she was breathing in shaky gasps. Gemma’s touch on her cheek was delicious; and kissing her toes was…so erotic. Christ, she felt like she might come right now if she could just touch herself. She nodded again, not able to speak.
“Do you like the thought of poor Greg with his little d**k trapped in a spiky prison while you make love to his pretty wife?” Gemma’s voice was so gentle, and soothing – yet she was describi
