"Oh God.........." Gemma's moan echoed around the bedroom as Ryan thrust himself impossibly deep inside her. He clenched his eyes shut as he felt her walls spasming around him. She held him in her vice and his head felt light. When he felt a final rush of wetness he spilled his seed inside her and she collapsed onto his chest. They had been at it for hours and the sun was starting to rear its head. Gemma rolled off Ryan's body and onto her side and Ryan scooped her up in his arms and held her against him as they both fell asleep.
...
Gemma's eyes fluttered open as she found herself tangled up in Ryan. Their fingers were laced in each others'. It was impossible to tell where her body ended and his began. She smiled with a sense of deep satisfaction. She gave Ryan a peck on the lips before extracting herself from the bed.
"And where do you think you're going?" Ryan asked, without even opening his eyes.
"Just to get a glass of water. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it."
"Not so fast." Ryan sat up, his eyes adjusting to the light. He looked up at Gemma, her hair wild from the night before, and placed his hand on the side of her cheek, bringing his lips to hers. She accepted his kiss and let him pull her back on top of him. His hands began exploring again, his fingers finding their way to her pussy, sliding up and down her slit as if waiting to be invited into her warm centre. Gemma's teeth grazed Ryan's earlobe gently, as she kissed along his jaw. Her hand sought out his cock and she stroked it firmly.
"Hold that thought." Gemma teased, as she bounced up from the bed and towards the kitchen. Ryan walked into the kitchen after her, his erection bobbing up and down before him. Gemma sat on the counter drinking a glass of water. He stood in between her legs and she placed a hand on his chest as she set the glass down next to her. She kissed Ryan softly and he found himself lost in her moist and tender lips. When they at last pulled away from their kiss Ryan saw a sort of vulnerability in Gemma's eyes. Something about the look in her eyes resonated within him and he kissed her forehead.
"What do you think about spending the day in bed with me?" Ryan asked, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"I would love to but I need to get to the Thompsons' house. Check how things are going." Gemma reluctantly admitted. Her lips searched for his once more and Ryan wrapped his arm around her and carried her back into his bedroom.
...
Gemma's hair was still wet from her shower as she stood on the pavement with Ryan. "If you give me a minute I can drop you home and then take you to work." He offered again.
"No, no, don't be silly. I just need to get changed and then I'll go over there myself." Fortunately, she managed to hail a taxi just a moment later. Ryan opened the door for her and they shared a kiss. As the taxi drove away Gemma felt a smile spread across her cheeks. Last night was a dream. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the rear view mirror; there was no denying the glow on her face. It was a dream come true.
...
"A Feng Shui consultant? Well of course, I can arrange for one to meet with us this week. I'm afraid that it might delay the date of completion, and we will have to budget for certain additions that she might recommend. Sure. Okay, will do. Bye." Gemma rolled her eyes as she hung up. Ryan sat on the plush carpet in her bedroom. "You never would have guessed I'd spent the last 8 hours with her, would you?"
"What's karate got to do with a nursery anyway?"
"Karate?"
"Well what was that you were saying?"
"Ohhhh. Feng Shui! It's an old Chinese art of managing the flow of energy in the room. There are rules and certain things to put in certain places for good health or for fortune or whatever. It's actually quite fascinating."
"Yeah, fascinating. That's exactly the word I was about to use." Ryan patted the carpet next to him and Gemma sat down. "Certain things to put in certain places, eh?" He said, his hands unbuttoning the shirt dress Gemma was wearing.
"That was terrible." Gemma laughed, swatting his hand away. "Besides, what makes you think you can just undress me whenever you want to?"
"I'm sorry, that was rather presumptuous of me." Ryan placed his hands on Gemma's waist and then slid them up her back. His thumbs made slow, lazy circles over her nipples. Even through her bra and dress, Gemma could feel her nipples stiffen in response. And although Ryan couldn't, her sharp intake of breath indicated that he was very close to having his way with her. His fingers returned to her buttons and he pulled the dress off her. "I've been thinking about you all day, Gem."
"Shut up."
And with that, Gemma pulled Ryan on top of her. She put on a fake french accent and breathily whispered into his ear. "Monsieur, I'm about to teach you another tech-nee-cal term." The words rolled off her tongue.
"Oh?" Ryan responded.
"Mais, oui. In my field we call this..." Her fingers combed through the rug "...a 'shagpile'"
...
"Oh, Gemma you've outdone yourself! It looks superb! In fact, I love it so much I don't care what that stupid Japanese zen lady says we should do! Oh it's wonderful!" Mrs. Thompson, who looked fit to burst at any second, looked delighted with the nursery. It was a Thursday and Gemma had finished a day before schedule, all that had been left was for the Feng Shui consultant to stop by the next day.
"Alright, I'll cancel the appointment then. I do hope everything goes smoothly with the little ones, and enjoy the nursery." Gemma smiled. She had taken some photos with her little digital camera and was ready to leave.
"Here's the cheque, I trust it is in order?"
Gemma's eyes scanned the piece of paper in her hand. "Perfect. Thank you."
As the door shut behind her, Gemma skipped to the car that was waiting for her. She leaned across the centre console and greeted Ryan with a kiss. "Thanks for picking me up, babe."
"I think my new career should be as your personal chauffeur." Gemma looked lovingly at Ryan, a look that didn't go unnoticed. "What are you looking at?" He teased.
"You." She was seeing him in a new light these days, and not just as a lover instead of a friend, but as something so much more profound than that.
"So, I hear you told Rachel and Phoebe about us..." Ryan began.
"Where did you hear that?" Gemma asked nonchalantly.
"Phoebe told Sam." He shrugged. Gemma rolled her eyes and muttered how nothing was sacred anymore. "Well, to be fair, I was calling Sam to tell him the same thing." Gemma couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.
"So what did you say?" She asked him, reaching for his hand as they stopped at a red light.
