Her hands wander over every inch of me. Caressing me, like what she finds is a wonder. Her fingers dance over my abs, and my stomach caves. The heaviness between my legs hurts.
“Stand up,” she commands.
My cock leaps. I like it when she gets bossy.
I also like where this is going.
Getting to my feet, I look down at Emma. I guide her onto her knees and take her face in my hand. She’s fucking gorgeous. Tits high, nipples puckered and perfect, brown eyes liquid and warm. Skin on her chest flushed.
She curls her fingers into the waistband of my sweats and pulls them down. Her eyes widen at the sight of my dick. It juts out from between my hips, rock hard and huge.
Emma’s lips twitch. “Wow.”
Smirking, I give myself a lazy tug with my free hand. “You’re welcome.”
“Hey.” She grabs my wrist, stilling the motion. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Aw, yeah.
Yeah, I really like where this is going.
I kick off my sweats and hold up my hands. “Tell me what to do, baby.”
She grabs my ass, fingers curling into my flesh as she jerks me forward.
“Come here.” Emma is eye level with my cock. She glances up at me. “You touch me, and I stop. Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Keep your arms up,” she says. Then she opens her mouth, tongue darting between her lips, and licks my shaft. Starting at the base, she drags the tip of her tongue along the vein that runs up the side. I grit my teeth, sparks igniting deep in my core.
She circles her tongue around my crown. I want her to take my head in her mouth so badly. I’m leaking already, and I need to fuck the back of her throat right now.
Only Emma seems intent to take her time. My fingers curl into fists as she teases me, brushing her nipples against the tops of my thighs. I want to fist her hair, shove my cock into her mouth. But I don’t.
And the waiting, the unbearable tension—it’s hot.
When she does finally taste my head, my hips jerk. The sight of her lips ducked out over my cock might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Her mouth is warm and slick, and Lord does she know what she’s doing with that fucking tongue of hers.
But it’s her willingness to look me in the eye while she sucks my cock that gets me. Bobbing her head, taking me a little deeper, then a little deeper still, her gaze finds mine and stays there.
Her words were firm, but the look she gives me is soft. Heavy lidded. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming, but it’s obvious she’s turned on to the max too. She laps at me, drinking me in, her grip on my ass loosening as she loves me. She swallows me, taking me to the back of her throat, and I moan.
Her eyes glisten. Pulling back, she takes a deep breath and does it again. And again. Her head moves sensually now, slowly, and she wraps a hand around my shaft, giving me a tug as she goes up and down, up and down. She wants this to be good for me because she cares.
Still she looks at me. She lets me see her feeling, falling, and I know, I just fucking know, she wants me to do the same.
I want to too.
I let the dam inside me break. I want to close my eyes, to bear witness to the moment alone, but I resist the urge, and I look my girl in the eye. My stomach does a hundred backflips in the space of a single heartbeat.
My legs are Jell-O. I reach for her, grabbing her hand, saying, “I’m sorry, Em, I’m sorry, but I need—”
I need you.
I half expect her to pull away. Instead, she tangles her fingers with mine, palms flush, and gives my hand a squeeze.
There’s a pull at my feet, like gravity is sucking me into the floor. My vision goes blurry at the edges. The room spins.
It stops. All that’s left inside is Emma and me, and this feeling that moves between us.
We’re lost.
We move together, giving and taking in equal measure. I roll my hips, and she bobs her head. We do this until I feel a familiar twist at the base of my spine.
“Baby.” I cup her face again, thumbing up her chin. “I wanna come inside you.”
Curling her tongue around me one last time, she slowly pulls back. Her saliva covers my cock and her swollen lips. It’s lewd and it’s beautiful, and I take a mental snapshot so I can remember her like this.
“I have condoms in my bag by the garage door,” she says. “I’ll go get a few.”
It’s wrong that I wonder why she’s got condoms and who she was planning to use them with. I know that. But I’m past knowing, I’m just feeling now, and what I feel for this woman is deep and raw and primal. The idea of her fucking someone else makes me burn with jealousy.
I do my best to shove it aside. Em and I can have that discussion later.
Right now, I need to be between her thighs, or I’m gonna die.
Bending down, I bring our joined hands to my lips and kiss hers. “I’ve got condoms in my bathroom. I think. I may have to do some digging—”
“My bag is close, and it’s a sure thing.” She squeezes my hand again. “Hurry.”
The fact that she’s as needy as I am has me darting for the back hallway.
It’s chillier over here away from the fire, and dark, but I don’t bother turning on the light. I make a beeline for the outline of her bag on the bench beside the door, unzipping it. I dig around inside. Something pokes the back of my hand—a heel? Thing’s a fucking weapon.
I dig blindly until I hear the crinkle of foil packets. Sleeve of Trojans in hand, I sprint back to the living room.
And nearly come right then and there when I see Em waiting for me on all fours. Light of the fire catching on the bare skin of her back, her ass toward me, knees together.
I stand, and I stare. I don’t know where her pants went, and I don’t care. Glancing over her shoulder, she shoots me a little grin and gets down on her forearms, making her back arch and her ass shoot straight up.
“Fuck,” I say, tearing a packet off the sleeve and opening it. “Not fair, Em.”
“I never promised to play fair.”
“Spread your knees.”
“Make me.”
“You want me to hurt you?”
Her grin fades. “I just want you to be with me.”
I roll the condom on with shaky hands.
Getting on my knees behind her, I lean down and press a kiss to the base of her spine. “I’m here, baby.”
I straighten, my cock brushing her hip. I cover her ass cheek with my hand. Then I use my thumb to pull her cheek aside, revealing just the tiniest sliver of her asshole and pussy. Pink. Wet.
I suck in a breath through my teeth.
“Em,” I whisper, gliding my middle finger through her folds. Back to front. She’s so wet and swollen I move easily, dipping two fingers inside her. “You’re so fucking right for me. You’re right.”
Her hips cant, rising into my touch, and she glances over her shoulder to meet my eyes. Hair loose and wavy. Her brow’s wrinkled, lips parted.
“Samuel,” she pants. “Please. Don’t stop. I need you.”
She’s hot and soft against my finger, and to be honest, I’m a little dizzy at the prospect of being allowed to have her this way.
She’s giving this to me.
She’s holding absolutely nothing back.