Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
EMMETT
Panic washes over me at her words. Just moments ago, Stella was moaning my name, her sweet cum flooding my tongue as she unraveled in the most beautiful orgasm I’ve ever seen.
Now, she looks terrified, her small frame shuddering uncontrollably while my mind flips through every bad scenario in rapid succession.
Trying my best to stay calm, I lift my hand to her jaw, my thumb sweeping back and forth to soothe her. I’m screaming on the inside, but I remain quiet, eyes trained on her flawless face as I wait for her to tell me what has her reacting this way.
She takes a shaky breath, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. “I haven’t—” The words get caught in her throat, so she swallows, trying again. “I wasn’t with anyone else while we were apart. I haven’t done this since you.”
Fuck.
It’s been so long. She was the one who left, and all this time, I thought she had moved on. I can’t even count the number of nights I lost sleep, wishing I was the guy who got to make love to her—to care for her body in all the ways I craved. I hated him with every fiber of my being.
I hated a man who never existed. Because she only ever wanted me.
A million questions are burning inside me, but I can’t spit a single one of them out.
I want to know why she never moved on. Did she give up on love after me, or did she try, and it just never worked out?
Did the thought of being touched by someone else make her physically ill, but instead of being weak like I was, she heeded her body’s warning, knowing that it still belonged to me?
I fucking hate myself for giving in—for not trusting that we’d find our way back to one another eventually.
“Baby,” I choke out, tears blurring my vision. “I didn’t wait. I’m sorry.” Pain rips through my chest, my heart tying in knots with regret. We were each other’s first and only everything, and I tainted that with a handful of meaningless hookups.
She reaches up, cupping my jaw. A soft smile pulls at her lips, and she shakes her head slowly.
“Em, I never expected that. You tried to give me the world, and I walked away. You deserved so much better than that. I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you, but I promise that if you ever give me your heart again, it’ll be safe. ”
I lean down, gently pressing my mouth to hers.
“You’ve always had my heart, Wild Girl. It was with you the whole time.
” The words are a ghost of a breath against her lips before we deepen the kiss, our tongues tangling in a dance that’s just as exciting as it is familiar.
It’s unhurried, the broken pieces of our past fusing back together one by one with each languid stroke.
And when the head of my cock nudges at her entrance, we swallow each other’s gasps, suspended in the final moment before we truly find ourselves after being lost for so long.
“Can you look at me, Stell?” I plead. I can’t bear the thought of her gaze not being locked onto mine as I slide inside her.
I spent too many years with my eyes closed during sex, conjuring up her face so I could feel her with me again for just a moment.
It was wrong—I know that—but I didn’t care.
I was like an addict, just needing one quick hit to take the edge off so I could make it through another night without her.
She obeys, her gorgeous caramel pools opening wide, pulling memories from the first time I ever had her like this to the front of my mind as if it happened just yesterday.
I loved her then, and even though our journey has been one of pain and longing, I love her now.
Soon, after we’ve laid all our cards on the table, I’ll tell her.
But tonight, I’ll let my body do the talking, taking care of her in all the ways she’s deprived herself of since the day we said goodbye.
I keep my eyes on hers, slowly pushing my crown inside. She tenses, discomfort twisting her expression, so I stop my movements. I can’t stand the thought of hurting her. She has a drawer full of toys, but none of them are as big as I am. She needs more prep.
A frustrated whine slips past her lips when I pull out, so I press a kiss to her forehead.
“You’re too tight, baby. I need to stretch you a little first. I promise, we’ll get through this.
An earthquake could reduce this place to a pile of rubble around us, and that still wouldn’t stop me from fucking you tonight. ”
“Okay,” she whispers, her lids falling closed as I snake a hand downward, rubbing her engorged clit in firm figure eights. Her body melts into the mattress, the sounds of her gratified moans filling the air around us.
I sink a finger inside her, relieved to feel that she’s getting wetter with every slow, deliberate pump.
Her noises get louder and prettier as I work her up, twisting and scissoring against her walls until she’s a writhing mess underneath me.
Her hands ball around the sheets, knuckles going completely colorless as she squeezes.
When I feel like we can try again, I pull out, using the wetness that’s covering my hand to lubricate myself because I’m sure as hell not letting it go to waste.
Her gaze flares with need as I coat my shaft in her glistening arousal.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I taunt.
“Watching me paint your cum all over my cock?” She doesn’t answer at first, too entranced in the way my hand slides up and down, so I land a tight slap to her clit to get her attention.
Her body jolts from the bed, a high-pitched whimper pushing past her lips as her eyes go wide.
“Answer me, Stell. Tell me you fucking love seeing your juices all over me. Claiming me. Owning me like you always have.”
She nods her head, a rough swallow working its way down her throat.
“I love it. P-please, Em. I need you. Just fuck me. I don’t care if it hurts.
” I can’t deny her when she begs, not that I want to.
I’m just as desperate for her as she is for me, even though I’m doing everything I can to stay in control of the situation, so I don’t move too fast, too soon.
Despite her request, I’m not going to intentionally cause her pain.
Lowering back down on top of her, I slide my erection along her slit, gathering as much wetness as I can.
She’s drenched, providing plenty of lubrication as I ease forward again, this time breaching her entrance with my head.
Her brows pull in slightly, but there isn’t nearly as much resistance as before, so I feed her another inch before pausing to let her adjust.
“Good girl,” I croon. “Nice and slow. Just breathe for me, okay?”
Following my instruction, she takes a deep inhale, blowing it out through pursed lips.
I feel her inner muscles relax even more, taking the opportunity to push in until my balls are pressed tightly to her asshole.
My eyes roll back as I bury myself to the hilt, the incomparable feeling of being inside this woman almost making me fill her before I’ve even really moved.
Her cunt flutters around me, a low moan tumbling into the air between us and telling me that, while it’s a tight fit, it still feels good for her.
“Oh, God,” she gasps. “Emmett, you’re so deep. I can’t.” She attempts to twist away, but I grip her hip, pinning her to the bed as I begin thrusting in and out.
“You can, baby,” I say darkly. “And you fucking will. This pussy was made to take me. Only me.” The thought sends pleasure rushing through me, the tight hug of her channel a mind-bending reminder of the fact that I had her first time, and each one after that.
Nobody has ever experienced Stella’s body in the ways I have, and that’s worth more to me than I ever imagined it would be.
She opens more for me with each slow stroke, until I’m able to go faster and harder, pounding into her with everything I have.
Her gorgeous tits bounce, heaving with every sharp inhale as her orgasm barrels toward her.
I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want to make her fall apart around me right now, so I grind my pelvis into her clit, coaxing the release that I know is already so close to the surface.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Squeeze that hot little cunt around my cock. Give me what I suffered too goddamn long for.”
With that, she explodes, her climax cresting as she clamps down like a vise. I do everything I can to hold back, not wanting this to be over so soon. But when her nails dig into my shoulders, my name tumbling from her plump lips in a loud scream, I don’t stand a chance.
“Can I come inside you?” I grunt, using the last of my self-restraint to wait for an answer.
My most recent test came back negative across the board, and I haven’t been with anyone since I moved here, so I’m not worried about that.
But everything happened so fast tonight that I didn’t even think to ask about birth control—not that I give a fuck, really. It’s her call, though.
“Yes,” she rushes out, hooking her ankles around my ass like she thinks I’d ever leave the warmth of her body unless she explicitly told me to. “Fill me up, Emmett. I missed it so much.”
I pump my hips without abandon, reveling in every sensation that passes through me as I do. For the first time in what feels like forever, this isn’t just about a release. It’s not going to end with regret or wishing she were someone else. This is Stella—my girl—and I’m about to claim her again.