REDEMPTION

He groaned with low voice at the touch of her silky and warm hand along his member, lovingly stroking him and getting him even harder in her hand. He couldn't help but smile, though, as if the reason was obvious to him and it should be to her as well. “I'm hard for you.” James continued playing and stimulating her breasts and nipples, he wanted to take them into his mouth as well but then she was teasing his erection making him ache with want and need as he felt her wet folds. Instinctively, naturally even he slowly pushed himself inside her. The sensation of warmth and smooth wetness was welcoming and overwhelmingly pleasurable, making him moan huskily against her skin. “I love you Gretchen.” He said subtly out of breathe even if she knew it. She wanted to hear it and he meant every word so saying it out loud wasn't a wast of time. In fact, he felt the need to make her know how much he loved her and how good and tight her pussy felt around him as he thrust deep inside her. It was too late to give up on his love for her, and he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else ever taking up his place in her heart. “I love you so much. You're mine. All mine. No one else can have you.” His mouth looked for hers, his lips pressing on Gretchen's with desperation and humming into the kiss.

Her touch was driving him crazy. All she had to do was wanting him and a bit of teasing to get him losing control over his excitement. He had thought cuddling would be it, and James was more than okay with that. But Gretchen made him burn with desire and that's how they worked. That's how they remained alive, they were impossible to extinguish. He couldn't even answer her properly but he did obey and removed his shirt so quickly in a blink the shirt was tossed on the floor or somewhere just off his body. With need his lips looked for hers to claim with eagerness as his hands sneaked under her own clothes, tugging on them and taking them off his way as he kissed her passionately. His hands, both the real and the metal one, caressed the skin all the way upwards her abdomen to her chest, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently. He teased the sensitive part of them, his fingertips rubbing and delicately pinching on her nipples as his hips pushed against hers to finally groan, "F-Fuck...I need you so bad."

She was teasing him, he knew it and it was both torturing and delicious. It was almost unfair she could turn him on like this with such ease, but feeling comfortable around each other and being physically attracted was part of dating someone, James deduced. Then again, he had never really had a real girlfriend. Not like everyone else in the world, anyway. Having lived most of his life either as a soldier in the US Army or as the Russian assassin, affairs and lovers regardless what he called them weren't the typical kind of girlfriend most people thought of. He took into account that Gretchen wasn't just a girlfriend and that the terminology was too shallow to describe accurately what she was to him. For now, she was his love and being hers as well was all he needed to know. And her body was all he needed to have. The slight scratches in his back made him press himself against her until he could feel the warmth of her body through the fabric of their clothing. Surely she could also feel him growing hard as the softness of her lips along his jawline and neck teased him to the point he released a soft low moan.