Chapter 39 Emmett #2
Suddenly, the only thing I can think about is the heaven between her legs.
I pull back, moving everything out of the way so I can get closer to my girl.
Kissing her again, I run my hand up her waist, the satin material of her wedding dress soft against my calloused palm.
Her inhales become tighter—more labored—the longer we make out, until the torture becomes too much for us both and my hand begins its descent.
Finding the edge of the tulle skirt, I drag it up her thighs, ghosting my fingertips along the sensitive skin and causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.
Thankfully, the sides of the bed are blocking most of the breeze, so it’s not nearly as chilly as it was out in the open as I find her panties and press against the wet spot in the center.
She’s soaked already, her pussy preparing to be stretched open and worshiped all night long.
“Fuck, Stell,” I rasp, rubbing circles over her engorged clit through the fabric.
She bucks up in search of more, making my cock weep behind the zipper of my dress pants.
“Does this pretty little cunt need some attention? Because I’m starving, and there’s only one dessert in this truck that I want melting on my tongue right now. ”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Please eat it.”
Not having to be told twice, I undo my pants, because as soon as I taste her, I’ll be ready to blow.
I’m already in pain as it is with how hard I am, and it’s only going to get worse.
I’m desperate, my mouth watering uncontrollably as I throw her dress up, settling between her parted legs.
I can smell her arousal the second I drag her panties down her legs, stuffing them into the pocket of my pants for safekeeping—not that I’m ever giving them back.
“Look at this gorgeous little hole,” I say, skimming the pad of my thumb through her slit as I lower my head.
I lave soft licks against the inside of her thighs, dragging my tongue inward and nipping at the puffy skin around the outside of her pussy lips.
By the time I press my mouth to her warm center, she’s practically grinding into my face with desperation.
“Em,” she whimpers as I tease the swollen, sensitive flesh.
“I need you. Fuck. Make me come.” The sound of her begging does me in, and I lunge forward, sucking her clit into my mouth, hard.
Her hands shoot to my hair, thighs beginning to quake already as they tighten against my ears.
But I don’t let up, punishing the sensitive bud with my tongue.
I pry her legs wide, not giving her a moment of reprieve as I pull her orgasm to the surface.
I can feel her get harder, more swollen with every tug of my lips, her moans turning to screams as the release she was pleading for moments ago barrels toward her like a freight train.
“That’s it, Wild Girl,” I coax. “Come on your husband’s tongue so he can feed you every fucking inch of his cock. I can’t wait for the entire city of Cleveland to hear you cry out when I split you open.”
“Yes!” she shouts as I push a finger inside her, massaging her clit with the tip of my tongue in rough strokes.
She’s close, her walls closing in around me so tightly that I can barely even move.
But it doesn’t matter, because seconds later, she detonates, screaming my name into the open air just like I knew she would.
Her pussy gushes, her warm cum leaking down my wrist as she rides out her release under the light of the full moon.
I gently lick the arousal from her skin, savoring every drop as she floats back to awareness. Pressing another soft kiss to each of her trembling thighs, I crawl up her body, doing my best to stay close even though her dress is very much in my way.
“You were absolutely stunning tonight, baby,” I tell her. “But this has to come off. I need to feel you against me.”
“Mhmm,” she hums, eyes still closed as I reach back and pull the zipper down, grateful that the satin buttons are for decorative purposes only.
If I had to undo all five million of them, I guarantee the thing would be shredded to pieces.
It’s been long enough as it is since I’ve had her naked, and I’m not about to let a bunch of frilly fabric keep me from what I want.
After what seems like an eternity, I peel the dress down her body, carefully setting it aside before quickly removing my own clothes.
I yank the thickest blanket over us, doing my best to keep Stella warm as I lower myself on top of her.
“You still with me?” I ask, a cocky smirk playing at one corner of my mouth because I’m pretty sure I tongue fucked her into another dimension.
“Forever,” she replies, eyes fluttering open and locking onto mine.
She’s a work of art, more beautiful than all the stars in the sky, and I’m so goddamn lucky to call her mine.
I wish I had the words to tell her how much she truly means to me, but I’m a pretty simple man, so the best I can do is show her with my body.
That’s how we’ve always expressed ourselves best, anyway.
I lean down, kissing her passionately as I grind my erection along her opening.
She’s still so wet, it glides effortlessly, eliciting the most beautiful moans against my tongue.
It feels so good already, my head going lighter with each pass of my shaft over her swollen clit.
As much as I want to stay right here, dragging it out until the sun comes up, I’m desperate to be inside my wife—to be connected to her in the most intimate way.
Unable to take it for another second, I line myself up, pushing past her entrance slowly and deliberately. She accepts everything I have to give, her beautiful body swallowing my entire length. We were built for this—two beings molded as a perfect fit for one another.
“I love you so much,” I whisper, my forehead pressed to hers as I lazily thrust in and out. She hooks her ankles around my lower back, pulling me as close as she can, our breath mingling in the air between us.
“I love you too,” she replies, rocking against me as she chases her pleasure.
Neither of us is in a hurry, just grateful to have each other like this in such a monumental moment.
It feels incredible, our most sensitive parts grinding together until it stokes a fire deep within my core.
Electricity prickles at my skin, my balls pulling tight as the release I’ve been dying for finally begins to crest. Her satisfied moans crescendo, becoming louder—more desperate—and letting me know that she’s right there with me, ready to fall at any moment.
“Come with me, Stell,” I choke out, picking up my pace.
Her heels dig into my lower back, urging me to go deeper as I fuck her without abandon.
It’s otherworldly, her pussy clamping down on my shaft just as my release slams into me with barely any warning.
She cries out, her small frame convulsing wildly as she shatters, milking every drop of cum from my body until I’m twitching and spent.
The feeling of emptying myself inside this woman is unreal, and I can say with absolute certainty that doing it is something I’ll never truly tire of.
I slow my thrusts, skating warm kisses over her neck and shoulders as she hums contentedly, her nails ghosting up and down my sides.
Gratitude fills my chest, flowing outward and warming me from the very depths of my being to the skin that’s pressed against hers.
I hope we’re always like this—raw, open, and connected—loving each other in ways that only we could understand.
And one day, we’ll teach our children to follow wherever their hearts lead, encouraging them to find a hand to hold in this world and never let go.
“Are you okay?” I ask, dipping down for another gentle kiss.
“Never been better,” she sighs, her warm breath ricocheting off my lips. “I’m hungry, though.”
“On it.” Without leaving the warmth of her body, I stretch my arm, popping the clear plastic lid from the cake container and scooping a small bite onto one of the forks beside it.
It’s awkward with one hand, but I manage, bringing it between us for her to take.
She does, slowly chewing as her nose scrunches in response.
“What?” I say, raising a brow, even though I already know the answer. Grocery store cake is great when you’re eighteen and have ten dollars to your name, but apparently, our tastes have changed, because this one doesn’t even look appetizing.
“This is really bad,” she replies with a cringe. “Maybe we should rethink things for next year.” I bark a laugh, curiosity getting the best of me as I stab another piece, closing my lips around it and immediately wishing I hadn’t.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my stomach turning as the taste of something—salt, maybe?—violates my taste buds. Whoever made this thing didn’t follow the recipe at all, but I swallow anyway, figuring that one small bite is good enough to say that we stuck with our tradition.
We spend the rest of the night laughing, playing, and making love under the stars, the sound of the water as it meets the sand echoing around us. I soak in every smile, every giggle, every I love you; my heart overflowing with emotion as my wife clings to me like I’m all she’ll ever need.
The journey to this place was long and winding, filled with moments that I swear I thought would break me completely. But in the end, true love prevailed, bringing us through the dark so we could experience the world just like we were always supposed to—as Mr. and Mrs. Hayes.