“Goddammit,” I growl, pulling out of Emma’s mouth and leaning down to kiss her deeply. “Your mouth is fucking sinful, Pretty Girl, but the only place I’m coming tonight is inside of you. Flip over and get that perfect ass in the air.”
She does what I ask, rising up onto her knees and resting on her forearms. And the view. God, the view. Creamy freckled skin, ass that I want to sink my teeth into, tumbled red hair ready for me to wrap around my fist. I want everything. All of it. Now.
“You are so perfect, Ems. You ready for me?”
“Please.” Her voice is breathy, and she gasps as I grab her hips and climb onto the bed behind her. Leaning over her, I kiss her neck and lick down along her spine as I press my cock between her legs. I slide myself along her slit, coating my cock in her wetness and nudging her clit. I do it again and Emma rocks her hips back, looking for friction, and she moans in frustration when I pull back.
“Talk to me, Ems. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you inside me. Please, Jeremy. Fill me up.”
Her voice is needy and desperate, and when she sounds like this, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give her. Pulling back, I grip her hips tighter and notch my cock at her entrance, pushing into her hot, wet heat. A raspy moan comes from my chest as her pussy strangles my cock and I sink deeper inside her.
Emma moans and pushes back against my cock, taking all of me. I fold myself over her back so I can talk right into her ear, sliding my hands around her body to play with her nipples. I get a jolt of pleasure at the way her pussy tightens around me.
“You take me so well, Pretty Girl. Do you even know how good you feel, wrapped around my cock like this? I could live inside you forever.”
“Jeremy,” Emma whimpers out. “I need you to move. Please.”
“Anything you want, Ems. I’ll give you fucking anything.”
Keeping my hands on her tits, I lift up on my knees, bringing her with me. With her back flush against my chest, I pull out and thrust back in, pinching her nipples as she cries out and reaches up to wrap an arm around my neck and anchor herself to me.
“Harder,” she rasps.
“Anything,” I repeat into her ear. Pleasure swims in my veins at the feel of being so close to her, her lilac scent surrounding me.
I lick and suck a path up her neck, and Emma turns her head so our mouths meet in a wet, filthy kiss. We taste and tease, and I suck her tongue into my mouth as I pull back and snap my hips against her, again and again, fucking her hard as she moans into my mouth and need pounds in my blood.
And suddenly, it’s nowhere near enough.
“I need to see you,” I rasp out, pulling out and flipping Emma onto her back. I push her legs apart and thrust back inside her, rolling my hips to give her clit the friction I know she needs. I angle my thrusts to hit the spot that drives her wild, and I feel her inner walls tighten around me.
“Oh my god, yes,” Emma cries out. “Right there. Don’t stop. It feels so good.”
“Fuck, Pretty Girl, you are so perfect, squeezing my cock like that. Come for me.”
I hook my arm under her knee and push it up towards her chest, spreading her wide and keeping up a steady pace. It doesn’t take long before Emma is tightening around me, letting loose a string of unintelligible words as she comes. I lean down and press my mouth to hers, swallowing her sounds and slowing the roll of my hips to work her through her orgasm while trying to hold off my own. I’m nowhere near done with her.
When Emma’s body relaxes, I wrap both arms around her and roll us so she is splayed on top of me, my cock still buried inside her.
“Your stamina is top-notch,” Emma manages, lifting her head to look at me.
I grin up at her, pushing my hips up just a little, loving her breathy moan as I hit her sensitive clit.
“Only for you, Ems. There is no amount of you that would ever be enough. Now sit up and ride this cock. Soak my dick, Pretty Girl.”
Emma smirks at me. “The pleasure is all mine.”
I expect playfulness. I expect possession and the usual battle for control that I crave with her. I expect bone-melting pleasure. But what I don’t expect is for my eyes to lock with Emma’s as she rises over me and the air in the room to thicken with soul-deep emotion and unsaid words. For my heart to pound as she moves, keeping her eyes on mine, breath hitching as she takes her pleasure from my body. For the words to rise up from the deepest part of me.
I love you.I love you. I love you.
I’ve loved Emma for a long time. I know I have. But this is the first time I feel it so intensely that it draws a line between what was and what is. I feel the shift as if it were a living, breathing thing. There is no going back from here.
She is mine. Body, mind, and soul and come what may.
The realization rocks me, and suddenly Emma is too far away, even though she’s sitting on top of me and I’m buried inside her body.
