Lucky, lucky, lucky.
She takes me in her mouth, working me softly, sweetly, but oh so fucking wild. I close my eyes and throw my head back, both wanting her to continue and wanting her to stop.
When I’m close to coming, I pull back, breathless. She stares at me, soulful, yearning, her perfect mouth open and glistening, practically begging for my cum.
I lick my lips and grab her by the arms, wanting her to feel my fire, feel just what she does to me, how mad with lust and desire she makes me feel. I pull her to me and kiss her urgently as the need, the lust, the want comes pouring out. I might just devour her right here. Everything she offers up is so beautiful and real and pure, but it’s never enough. I don’t just want to touch her and be with her, I want to fuse with her. Especially tonight of all nights. I want to sink inside her so deeply that she’ll feel bereft without me there. I want to be everything to her, the way that she’s become to me. I want her to feel that she’ll never be alone when I’m around.
She’s kissing me back, wild and untamed. She’s clawing at me now, nails on my back, and I’m gripping her so hard I feel I might break her.
Quickly, I push her back until she’s lying on the bed. I’ll never tire of the sight of her beneath me, so perfect, every swoop and soft, plump curve that my lips and tongue and hands are so ridiculously addicted to. Her pussy is a fucking treasure, bare and wet, and for this moment, for every moment I’ve spent with her, I know it belongs to me.
Mine.
I move between her spread legs. It’s almost painful, this desire, this need. Seeing my bare cock hard and ready, herself open, pink and soft—I feel like no man should ever be so blessed.
I want in deep and to never let go.
Slowly, so slowly, I ease myself into her as she raises her hips, pushing toward me herself, wanting that deeper purchase. Her mouth opens wider the further I get, her body stretching around me, holding me so impossibly tight.
Fuck.
I kiss her, melting my mouth into hers, wanting to be as close as possible.
Our faces are just inches apart as I slowly pull out and ease myself into her. Our gaze never breaks. Hers is full of lust and wonder, as if she’s seeing me for the first time. I can only hope she likes what she sees, that I’m enough for her. The real Emmett, not the man on the screen. The one who came from filth, the one she somehow still sees as worthy.
When our hips meet, it makes me still, and I have to suck in my breath to regain control. There’s something about her that makes me want to completely lose it and I’ve been losing my mind since the day I met her.
She confidently wraps her legs around my waist and rocks her hips forward, each movement pulling me further and further into her. Her hands are at my back and pushing into my muscles. Our skin moves against each other like we are one.
“Fuck, Alyssa,” I croak out, sucking along her neck, to her tits. My tongue teases around the hardened peak of her nipple and I pull it into my mouth with one long, hard draw. Her moan is so loud, so uninhibited that I feel unstoppable. I’m in over my head for this, for the warmth, that damn, intoxicating warmth of being really, truly inside of her, of feeling her in every way I can.
“Harder,” she says, arching her back. “Emmett, harder.”
My name on her lips is a drug. I piston my hips to drive into her deeper, my knees burning as I pound her again and again and again. Her perfect tits bounce with each thorough thrust, and suddenly there are no thoughts. No pain. No past. That feeling of falling, of realizing how good it can fucking be when you actually care about someone.
When you love someone.
Shit. Fucking shit.
I don’t know how much more I can hold on.
“Emmett,” she whispers to me but never finishes her sentence. She just repeats my name with reverence, like I’m a prayer on her lips.
I keep working her, determined. The flush on her face spreads to her chest and her legs quiver around my waist. She’s holding onto me like I’m about to fly and she doesn’t want to be left behind.
I go to slip my hand down over her clit but she’s already there and I barely have to trigger her. She cries out loudly, hips jerking upward, body shaking like a earthquake. She’s so unbelievable when she’s coming, this pulsing, writhing woman–god, she’s such a woman–and I’m the cause of all of it. I’m the one who brings this force of nature to her knees, to the edge.
And she does the same to me.
My orgasm sneaks up on me, like being hit from behind. It’s beautifully devastating and I’m loud when I come. I’m groaning and grunting as the orgasm wrings it out of me, but from the way she’s gasping for breath and still holding tight, she still riding the same wave.
I collapse against her, sweat dripping off my brow and over my nose. I can hardly breathe but I don’t care. I’m shuddering on the inside, completely unraveled.
This woman. This beautiful woman that I’ve just come inside of, this woman whose soft, creamy neck I’m kissing because it’s the only thing to do.
She’s my first act and she’ll be my last.
There will never be anyone else for me.
I stay inside her for as long as possible, until she starts to adjust underneath me. When I pull out of her, the loss is deeper than I thought it would be.
I brush the hair back from her damp forehead. “Hi,” I say softly. Because I feel like we’re meeting again for the first time.
“Hi,” she says lazily. Her hands ghost up and down my back, as if she can’t quite believe what just happened.
“I like it when you stay over,” I tell her.
“So do I.”
“I could do that again in five minutes.”
She laughs. Oh god, what a beautiful sound.
“Mmmm, you’re ambitious.”
“Only with you, sunshine. Only with you.”
She reaches up and kisses the tip of my nose, giggling.
Everything inside me warms and blooms.
Chapter 16
Alyssa
“What is that?” Jackie asks as I walk toward their Land Rover. She gets out of the passenger seat and comes over to the take the Tupperware container out of my hands. I give her a grateful smile, slinging my duffel bag up on my shoulder as I take it around to Will who is opening the trunk.
“Cookies and brownies,” I tell her.
“You bake?” Will asks with a grin, taking the bag from me, looking impressed.
“No but my roommate does,” I tell them. “And I’ll just say, Jackie, you’re not allowed to have any.”
“Why not?” she asks, totally confused. “Am I already that fat?”
Will rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Dream girl, they’re pot cookies,” he explains patiently.
“I can’t believe you’re married and you still call her dream girl,” I tease him.
He shuts the trunk and gives me a stern look. “And I can’t believe I have to spend the long weekend with you.” He glances at Jackie. “Tell me why this was a good idea again? I see her enough at work.”
“Oh whatever, big boy, you love it,” I say as I get in the backseat. We just have to pick up Emmett from his house and then we’re off on a three-and-a half-hour drive to BC’s sweltering interior and my hometown.
Will and Jackie recently got a Range Rover in preparation for their growing family and it still has that new car smell, even though I know their dogs ride in this thing a lot. I actually wish the dogs–Joan of Bark and Sprocket–were coming on the road trip with us, but knowing my luck with animals, they’d probably shit on me while I’m sleeping or something.
“So,” Jackie says, eyeing me in the rearview mirror. “Are you excited? Nervous?”
“Why should she be nervous?” Will asks, his watch glinting in the sun as he drives.
“You don’t understand women at all,” Jackie says.
“Apparently not.”
“I’m not nervous,” I tell her. “I’m good. I’m excited. I think it’s going to do us a lot of good to get away for a few days and just relax. You wouldn’t believe the week I had at work, my stupid boss ran me ragged.”
“Hey,” Will warns. “No picking on your boss this trip. No mentions of the office or the word work either. As your boss, I’m making that an official rule.”