I dip my fingers into the front of her panties as her hands find their way back into my hair. “Oh God,” she moans into my mouth as I waste no time sliding through her slick folds.
She’s so wet for me.
It’s such a turn on.
“Open your legs,” I command, and her stance immediately widens. “That’s it, good girl.” I think I like submissive Emma just as much as I like her sassy side.
She tugs on my hair when I slip a finger into her snug, warm pussy, followed closer by another.
“Yes.”
“So tight,” I whisper. My thumb circles her clit as my fingers delve deeper. I can’t wait for the day I get to feel her heat gripping my cock.
Emma starts moving her hips forward, bucking into my hand.
“That’s it, sweet-thing, fuck my fingers.”
My cock aches.
I want to fuck her so bad.
Emma’s hands move down from my hair, fisting in the lapel of my jacket. Her movements pick up, so I match her stroke for stroke.
She’s close.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” I demand. Although I’m dying to see her unravel again, it’s imperative I retain control. This woman undoes me.
“Ashton,” she breathes as her body starts to quiver. “I’m—”
Shaking my head, I chuckle as my forehead rests against hers. I should’ve known she’d disobey me. “Let go, Em. Come all over my fingers.” I can’t possibly deny her.
My free arm snakes around her waist, holding her upright. “Open your eyes.” I need her to see it’s me who’s giving her pleasure.
Her lips part and her hooded eyes lock with mine for the briefest of moments before rolling back into her head. I almost come in my pants when her inner muscles clench around my fingers. “Yes, that’s it, baby,” I say, increasing the pressure on her clit. “Let it go.”
The sweetest sound rips from her lips as another wave sweeps through her. Her body convulses as it tries to fold in on itself, but I don’t stop my assault until I’ve milked every last ounce of pleasure from her. Emma goes limp in my arms, and satisfaction rolls over me.
I bet Elijah doesn’t make her come that hard.
Fucking imposter.
Slowly retracting my fingers, I bring them to my mouth. There’s red hot desire burning in her eyes as she watches my every move.
“Delicious,” I growl as I lick her from my skin. She tastes as sweet as I knew she would.
When I remove my fingers, she cups my face in her hands, ravishing my mouth once more. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to lift her into my arms and carry her into her bedroom, so I can finish what I’ve started.
But I can’t do that.
Not tonight.
Pulling out of the kiss, I rest my head against hers. I’m trying to be the good guy here. I need to keep the promise I made her. I told her she can trust me, and she can.
“Je veux m’enfouir au plus profond de toi, ma douce Em, et te baiser jusqu’à ce que tu cries mon nom,” I whisper. Which simply translates to I want to bury myself deep inside you, my sweet Em, and fuck you until you scream my name.
She smiles, despite not knowing what I have said.
One day soon I’m going to do just that. And I can’t fucking wait.
Stepping back, I wrap her dress around her body, retying it at the side. After placing a chaste kiss on her temple, I turn and leave. A man only has so much self-control, and I know I’ve reached mine.
Chapter Eighteen
EMMA
I slide down the wall into a sedated bundle of goo the moment Ashton walks out the door. That was by far the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Who knew it could be this good?
I didn’t want him to leave. I want another one of those, and another, and anything else he wanted to give me. All my inhibitions take flight where Ashton’s concerned. I’m shocked he turned and walked out, but I’m too buzzed right now to be bothered by it.
Minutes pass before I finally find my legs. As I go to stand, my phone rings. I crawl across the floor where I threw my clutch, frantically digging inside. ‘My ridiculously hot friend,’ flashes on the screen, and a smile bursts onto my face.
“Did you forget something, Mr. B.?”
“Yes, to say goodbye.”
“You’re sweet.”
“That’s me,” he says. “The absolute sweetest, quite delicious, actually.”
Yes, you are.
“Is that so?”
“True story.”
“You have a big head, you know that, Barclay?”
“I know, it’s huge. It is straining against my pants as we speak.”
“Very funny,” I say, laughing.
“Em, can I see you tomorrow?”
“You want to see me again?”
“Yes!”
I want to see you too.
“I have to work at the shelter.”
“What time?”
“I’m scheduled from six to noon.”
“Can we meet for lunch? That’s if you want to, of course. No pressure.”
“I’d like that.”
“Okay, it’s a date,” he says.
“No date. Just two friends sharing a meal,” I say, throwing his own words back at him.
“Right, friends. Friends that hold hands, kiss, and occasionally give each other orgasms.”
“Hmm… yes, I suppose. But I’m yet to return the favor.”
“I beg to differ. I can still smell you on my fingers, sweet-thing. As soon as I get home, I’m going to come hard and fast to your scent.” My mouth gasps open at his admission. “Are you still there, Em?”
“Umm… ah-huh.”
He chuckles as I wander into the bathroom. “I bet your cheeks are a pretty shade of pink right now.”
My eyes dart up to the mirror. He’s right, they are.
“So, it’s okay for you to pleasure yourself, but not me? That’s a little unfair, don’t you think? Am I going to have to run over your hand with Kitty?”
I hear him laugh through the phone. “I’m more than happy to give you all my orgasms, just say the word.”
Word.
I clear my throat.
“You know what else I’m going to do when I get home, Em?”
“What?”
“Dream of cupcakes with tiny sprinkles on them.”
The grin on my face is outrageously huge now.
“Good night, Ashton.”
“Night, Em. Dream of me.”
You can count on it.
As I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth, there’s a knock on the door. Quickly rinsing, I wipe my face with a towel and exit the bathroom. I note the time on the microwave as I pass through the main room. It’s only five thirty in the morning, way too early for visitors.
Making sure the safety latch is still in place, I open the door. “Ashton,” I say when I see his handsome face smiling back at me through the crack. “Is everything okay?”
I hate how happy I feel seeing him standing there.
“I didn’t want you walking to your car alone in the dark, so I’m here to escort you. I brought coffee, too,” he adds proudly, holding up the tray in his hand.