Chapter 26 - Emmett
TWENTY-SIX
EMMETT
Stella sleeps peacefully beside me, the scent of her shampoo lingering in the space between us as I stare at my obsession.
Her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, my eyes unable to break away from the movement.
I’m fucking smitten, which is a scary thought, but then again, she’s always had this effect on me.
After I told her about my broken relationships with my parents, she held onto me like a lifeline, unspoken apologies floating in the air around us.
I wish I could say I was sad about it all, or that there’s a giant hole that was left behind the day I cut ties, but there just isn’t.
If anything, not having my mom and dad around has made me feel lighter, like I wasn’t pulling around the dead weight of people who only wanted me to be happy if it was their way.
I’ve found a new family in Cleveland, and they’re all I need.
A small whimper pulls me from my thoughts as Stella turns away, so her back is to my front, then scoots back, closing the space between us.
I pull her in, the slide of her full ass against my dick making it swell with desire.
I know I fucked her earlier, but she never came.
The punishment felt appropriate and cathartic at the time, but I can’t stand the nagging awareness of my unfinished business.
Plus, she’s mine to take however I want… and I want her right fucking now.
Mentally congratulating myself for demanding that she stay naked after her shower, I slide the head of my cock along her entrance.
I move tentatively, but she doesn’t rouse, which isn’t really a surprise since she’s always been a heavy sleeper.
But the amount of wetness that smears over my shaft as I glide between her soft pussy lips? That shocks me a little.
“My poor girl,” I whisper as I continue rubbing along her slit.
“So needy, even in your dreams.” Spitting into my palm, I smooth it over my length, stroking a few times to make sure I’m lubed up.
When I’m confident that I’ll be able to enter her without much resistance, I line up, slowly enveloping myself with her warmth.
I bite my lip to stifle a groan, going still when I’ve bottomed out completely.
Other than a small whine, Stella lies completely unmoving, her inner muscles adjusting beautifully to the new intrusion.
“All I’ve ever wanted was your trust, Stell,” I whisper quietly, gripping her hip and retreating before sinking in again. “I promise to always give you what you need.”
I fuck her slowly, each languid push of my hips making stars explode behind my eyes.
Her relaxed breaths become tighter and more labored, her walls swelling and gripping onto me desperately.
I can tell she’s getting close, and I want nothing more than to make her explode all over my dick, milking me dry.
But I know she needs more than this for that to happen. It isn’t enough.
Lifting her leg up over mine, I spread her wide, snaking a hand down the soft curves of her body until her hard, throbbing clit is pressed to my fingertip.
A shaky whimper pushes past her open lips as I rub in gentle circles, continuing to move my hips at a steady and deliberate pace.
That seems to do the trick, because at the same time she clamps down, her pussy pulsing violently against my length, she lets out a low, guttural groan.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever heard from her before, a sound so erotic that I can’t stop myself from falling into my own oblivion.
One last thrust is all it takes for me to unload, shooting hot ropes of cum into her sleeping body.
It goes on forever, pulling me back under every time I think I can’t possibly give her another drop.
By the time I’m completely spent, unable to even open my eyes with how exhausted I am, Stella’s breathing has already returned to normal.
I don’t even bother pulling from her warmth, fully prepared to stay inside her forever.
I’m sure she’ll wake up eventually, putting the puzzle pieces together and realizing that I took her while she slept.
But for now, I just want to keep the connection as long as I can.
Emotion tugs at my heart, gratitude flowing through me as I consider the weight of what she’s given me.
This agreement is about more than just sex.
She’s allowing me to control her pleasure, pain, and everything in between, without question.
I know we said that we’d take things one day at a time, rebuilding everything that was broken.
But truth be told, I’ve never felt more complete than I do tonight—nestled deep inside the love of my life, right where I belong.
STELLA
I drift toward consciousness, the steady puff of Emmett’s breathing against my ear causing a slow smile to melt across my lips.
I focus on the way he feels wrapped around me, his strong, muscular arms pulling me so close that there isn’t a modicum of space separating us.
His body is radiating heat, making me feel like I’m lying under the thickest, comfiest blanket.
But it isn’t until I notice the sweet soreness between my thighs that I realize he’s buried inside me.
My brain tries to make sense of it, sure that we never had sex last night, but the cum that’s slowly dripping out around his length tells me otherwise.
Did he fuck me while I slept?
I attempt to turn so I can see him, but before I even get the chance, his arm tightens around my waist, keeping me sealed to his chest.
“Uh-uh, Wild Girl,” he tuts, his voice full of sleep.
“Stay right there and warm my cock for a little while longer.” His lips press to my neck, tongue darting out to gently caress the sensitive skin.
I can’t stop myself from involuntarily clenching around him, earning a gravelly chuckle as more wetness seeps out from between us.
“I don’t think it’s very fair that you get to keep coming, and I’m not allowed,” I pout. I’m mainly just being facetious to rile him up, because it’s who I am, but I won’t deny that my thirst for him is unquenchable at this point.
“Oh, you definitely came,” he replies, making my brows pull tight in confusion.
I feel like I would know if I had an orgasm, but then again, I never sleep harder than I do with Emmett wrapped around me protectively.
“You were such a whiny, needy girl, baby. I sank my hard, thick cock right inside you and rubbed your little clit until you gushed all over me. It was so hot.”
Holy shit. I used to think he had a dirty mouth before, but it’s nothing compared to the filth that comes out of it now.
I’m so turned on by the thought of him working me through a release while I was asleep, that my hips start moving on their own accord, sliding up and down his rapidly hardening erection.
My entire body lights up with desire, heat traveling at warp speed through my limbs with each thrust. Emmett’s hand moves across my stomach, fingertips ghosting over the warm skin as I fuck back into him like I need it for my own survival.
“So good, Stell,” he says on a breath. “Do you even know how much I missed every part of you? Don’t ever fucking take this away from me again.”
I shake my head, turning so our lips are just millimeters apart.
“I won’t,” I moan. “I promise.” He crashes his mouth to mine, our tongues tangling and tasting as we make out, chasing our climaxes.
Everything about the way we come together is perfection, from the gentle touches to the deep, long strokes that hit spots inside of me that only he’s ever seen.
I’m so glad that I trusted my instinct to never give my body to another man, because it belongs to Emmett.
It could never be this good with anyone else.
Fighting the urge to tell him how I really feel—that I love him more than words could ever express—I hold back, letting my lips do the talking as I kiss him with everything I have. My heart beats wildly behind my rib cage, so full of contentment that it makes my chest ache.
“Come for me,” he rasps. “Let me feel you.” The command is like a lightning bolt straight to my clit, every muscle in my body pulling tight as we careen toward the edge.
We’re both panting, moaning messes, fists gripping onto anything we can find until finally, we go off like fireworks, our releases crashing into each other, head-on.
My head spins, pleasure rolling through me in long waves as he pulses inside me, filling me well beyond my limit with his hot seed.
I’m in outer space, wishing on every star that we never return to reality, because being right here with Emmett is the only place I ever want to exist.
We lie there, our deep, heavy breaths the only sounds in the room as we recover.
We touch and kiss for hours, with nowhere to go and no one to see, until deciding we should get up and start the day.
I’m not shocked when we re-adopt some of our old routines, showering together before he brings me coffee just the way I like it.
It’s like no time has passed in that aspect.
I’ve been used to doing it all on my own for so long, but here Emmett is, making me feel at ease under the care of another person. My person.