Chapter 36 Emmett
THIRTY-SIX
EMMETT
My brows furrow as I study the two silicone butt plugs in Stella’s hand.
One is a pretty standard size for someone with experience, pink with a cute little jewel on the end, while the other is plain black and no wider than one of my fingers.
Both have small, matching remotes, telling me that they likely vibrate.
I’ve never done any type of anal play on myself—it’s never really been something of interest—but the way she bites her lip with mischief written across her expression has me reconsidering in a hurry.
I swallow the lump in my throat, my nervous, yet unwavering gaze locking onto hers. I want to experience everything with Stella, inside the bedroom and out, so why not show her that by trying something new? “Okay.”
Her eyes go wide, face lighting up with what looks to be shock and pure, unadulterated excitement. “Really?”
I huff a breathy laugh, surprised by the eager butterflies in my stomach as I reassure her. “Yeah. I trust you, Stella. If you think I’ll like it, I want to give it a shot. Be gentle with me, though. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“I promise, I’ll go slow. If it hurts, or you just want to stop, say tiger,” she soothes, carefully pulling my boxer briefs off and tossing them to the floor.
The reminder of our safe word placates me, and I relax into the mattress, enjoying the sensations as she presses slow, sensual kisses along my jaw and neck.
I have a front-row seat to the sexiest show on the planet, my attention remaining on her while she drags her hot, wet tongue across my chest and abs.
By the time she makes it to my cock, I’m fully erect, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she laps at the bead of precum that leaks from my slit.
We moan in unison as soon as her mouth envelops my shaft, her lips stretching to accommodate me as she bobs up and down.
My fingers thread through her hair, gently pushing it back so I don’t miss a moment of my girl making love to me.
The sight only adds to the euphoria, watching her eyes fill with tears as she takes me all the way into her throat.
“Fuck, Stell,” I rasp. “That feels so fucking good.” My head spins, the pleasure only intensifying when she pops off, wrapping her fingers around my length and stroking at the most delicious pace.
Her saliva is thick under the tight grip, creating a mind-melting glide as she leans down and pulls one of my balls into her mouth.
A desperate whimper escapes me without permission as she sucks in soft pulses, electricity beginning to gather in my core so quickly that I wonder if I’ll actually even make it inside her before I blow.
“Feet flat on the bed,” she instructs, reaching over for the bottle of lube that sits on her nightstand and tossing it onto the mattress.
I obey, spreading my legs wide as she settles between them and immediately resumes jerking and sucking.
In an instant, I’m making my way toward the edge, every nerve ending in my body lighting up as I relinquish all control.
I don’t really know what to expect, since I’m new to this, but when she slides her tongue down, circling it around the rim of my asshole, I have to clench the sheets in my fists to stop from coming.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, toes curling in pleasure.
She chuckles quietly, but never pulls away, stroking my cock as she eats me.
I get lost in the pleasure, every soft slide of her tongue over my aching skin inching me closer to the precipice.
I hear the faint click of a plastic bottle cap, groaning out loud as she sits up and locks her deep caramel gaze onto mine.
“Are you sure?” she asks, rubbing the slick tip of the plug over my hole.
It feels so good, I don’t even have to think before I’m nodding my head rapidly, giving her my unwavering consent to keep going.
At first, when she pushes forward, I clench.
It’s an involuntary reaction, definitely not indicative of how badly I want this, which she thankfully understands as she ghosts her free hand up and down my thigh.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” she coos, the praise making me relax into the mattress as she tries again, this time successfully.
I feel the plug moving past the tight ring of muscle, sliding all the way in until the flared end is resting between my cheeks.
It feels foreign, but not uncomfortable, the fullness unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
And when she looks up at me, heat blazing behind her sexy eyes, I’m ready to be fucked into the middle of next week.
“Are you okay?” she questions on a shaky exhale, her attention falling to where I’m clamped tightly around the toy.
I can tell by her expression that she’s just as needy as I am, so I put us both out of our misery, grabbing under her arms and hoisting her up until she’s straddling my erection.
She squeals in surprise, but it dies on her tongue as I thrust upward, adding pressure with my shaft against her swollen, sensitive clit.
“I’m more than okay, I just need to be inside this sweet little pussy,” I reply, reaching over for the other plug.
I coat it in lube, urging her to lie forward with a gentle hand between her shoulder blades.
When our chests are pressed together, I slowly prep her, first dipping my finger inside her asshole and pumping in and out a few times while she rocks over my weeping length.
The pleasure causes her muscles to go slack, easily accepting the smooth, pink plug as I push it into her.
We both take a moment to adjust, lazily making out like we have all the time in the world.
I’m breathless—absolutely gone for this woman, who I love more than life itself—kissing her until neither of us can go another second without a more substantial connection.
She keeps her eyes on mine as she lifts up, taking my cock by the base and slowly lowering down.
We both sigh in relief, the press of the plug in her ass creating an even tighter fit, yet she takes every inch like she was born to do it.
And when she picks up the pink remote, her toy buzzing to life and making us both see stars, I can’t stop myself from bucking up into her.
“Oh, fuck. Em,” she moans, moving with me as we set a steady tempo.
I’m on sensory overload, so many intense sensations crashing into me at once that all I can do is grunt unintelligible curses as I surrender to each and every one of them.
The room is a symphony of desperate sounds and skin on skin, two bodies coming together in the most primal way.
I can barely even think by the time she picks up my remote and finally gives me what I’ve been waiting for.
And ho-ly fuck.
The plug powers on, the subtle vibrations making my neck arch into the pillow.
My eyes roll back, full-body shivers racking my limbs as I try like hell to stay in the present.
It’s otherworldly, the unbridled pleasure that also comes with a blissful bite of pain, rendering me useless as Stella continues to ride.
She’s a fucking wet dream, her full tits swaying as she bounces on my cock.
The pornographic screams that burst from her lungs let me know that she’s teetering dangerously close to the edge.
“That’s it, Wild Girl,” I grit out, my hands shooting to her hips.
“Take what you need so I can come nice and deep inside that cunt. I’m about to fuck a baby into you right now.
” My rational brain knows that the odds aren’t in our favor with her being on birth control—and that we haven’t even discussed if we still want the same things we did when we were younger—but I don’t care.
The animalistic desire to pump her so full that we create a new life in this bed tonight is almost overwhelming.
“Yes, please!” she begs, planting her hands on my chest and snapping her hips roughly.
Sweat glistens on her skin, but she never falters, chasing the orgasm that’s clearly within her grasp.
I’m so close, the vibrations rippling through both of us, causing my balls to draw up painfully tight.
I’m hanging by a thread, barely grasping onto my own self-restraint as her body finally stills for several seconds before shuddering uncontrollably.
Her inner muscles clamp down tighter than ever, and I lose it.
“Baby, fuck. Fuck, fuck. Fuck!” It’s like an out-of-body experience, all the control I had moments ago being ripped away as we tumble around in the throes of pleasure.
Cum shoots out of me in thick, warm ropes, her spasming pussy greedily swallowing every drop I have to give as we slowly float back down to earth.
Stella is first to regain her wits, taking the remotes one at a time and powering off the plugs.
She reaches back, removes hers, and drops it onto the floor before slowly doing the same with mine.
I feel incredibly empty, yet so satisfied, making a mental note to keep that particular kind of anal play in our repertoire for the future.
I’ll never doubt my girl again—if she says I’ll like something, I’m down to try it with no questions asked.
“That was insane,” I croak, voice full of gravel as my heavy lids flutter open.
She’s somehow bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, like we didn’t just have the most intense orgasms ten seconds ago.
Even with all the stamina of a professional football player, I feel like I need a nap just watching as she shimmies her shoulders, a bright smile stretching across her face.
“Best sex ever,” she replies cheerfully. “Next time, we’ll put this in your ass.” She holds the realistic dildo up in the air, waving it as it flops around wildly.
Okay, maybe some things will require questioning.
“Not a chance, baby,” I say, making her giggle as I take the toy from her hand and toss it to the floor.
I capture her wrist, yanking until she’s nestled into my body, a soft, contented sigh pushing past her lips.
I know we need to clean up, considering we’re both covered in cum and lube, but there’s no way I’m cutting this moment short.
There were nights when I’d lie awake, wanting more than anything to feel her against me.
I imagined her being held by someone else, pain and sadness tearing through me until there was no way sleep would find me.
Even now, the thought of her ending up anywhere else makes my stomach turn.
“How come you never moved on?” I ask. It’s none of my business, really. What Stella did while we were apart has nothing to do with me, but I can’t help but wonder if I almost lost her for good before she crashed back into my life again.
She ghosts her fingertips along my abs, causing a trail of goosebumps to rise in their wake.
“I dated. It wasn’t my intention to stay single or celibate forever, but knowing what real love felt like, I found myself comparing every guy to you.
I waited for the sparks when they kissed me—for the all-consuming connection and comfort that I had grown to crave—but it never came.
It’s hard to build a life with someone when you’re aware that perfection exists, and you walked away from it already. ”
I turn to my side, using my hand to lift her chin so she’s looking right at me.
Her eyes shine with unshed tears, reminders of the past clearly haunting her still.
But I don’t want that. I want to forge a new path—one where we don’t look back, because we aren’t those kids anymore.
We’ve grown. We’ve felt the emptiness of being without one another.
Now, it’s time for the future we’ve dreamed of since we were five years old.
“Marry me,” I blurt. Her brows pull tight with confusion—since I already asked her that a few hours ago—so I shake my head, laughing as I clarify.
“Marry me now. Like, as soon as possible. I don’t want to wait.
We have the money, and I’m sure the girls would be happy to help.
” Pushing my lip into a playful pout, I give her my very best puppy eyes. “Please, baby.”
Unable to resist such a calculated attack, she lowers her chin, looking up at me through long, thick lashes for several moments, until the sweet smile I love so much finally breaks free. “Okay.”