Chapter 32 Emmett #2
As soon as she hits the landing, I release my erection, following her with my heart beating erratically in my chest. When she hears my footsteps behind her, she continues down the hallway, not stopping until she’s at the foot of our bed.
I close the door behind me, admiring the way the setting sun bleeds through the windows, casting a soft glow on her flawless skin.
Her limbs shake with anticipation, and my eyes lock onto the spot between her legs as she clenches against the lace.
“Em,” she whispers, the desperation in her voice slicing through one of the few strings of self-control I have left.
“I’ve used plugs and dildos on myself. I stayed stretched for you.
Please…fuck me here.” She sinks a finger into her mouth, gathering saliva before reaching around and slowly breaching her forbidden hole in one languid movement.
Holy shit.
“On the mattress. Face down, ass up,” I growl, practically shredding my clothes as I tear them off.
Precum oozes from my tip like a faucet, pumping out even more when she stands, obeying my order.
Her round, creamy backside begs for attention, so I lean down, nipping at the sensitive flesh.
Licking, biting, and kissing my way toward her center, I use my palms to spread her cheeks, the sight of her tight asshole sending a jolt of arousal straight to my dick.
I don’t waste a second, flattening my tongue over it and enjoying the guttural moan that tumbles from her lips as I do.
“Oh my God, Emmett,” she groans. “That feels so good.” I eat her like I’m starving, pulling back every now and then to spit onto the puckered bud before spreading it around. Her fingers curl into the sheets, muffled cries of pleasure filling the room as her hips begin to buck desperately.
Unable to stand another second of the torture, I retreat, her quiet whine of frustration making me chuckle as I reach for my suitcase and pull out the bottle of lube that I thankfully tossed in while I was packing.
Maybe it was presumptuous to assume that we’d get time alone together—or maybe I just like to be prepared.
Either way, I mentally high-five myself for thinking of it, because I’ve never wanted anything so badly.
This is something we’ve only shared with each other, and I can’t wait to be buried inside her.
The soft click of a plastic cap fills the air, and just like it always did, Stella’s body perks up.
Her ass lifts even higher, back sloping as she awaits my touch.
Her legs widen, drawing my attention to the white panties that still fill her pussy, before moving upward.
Her sweet little asshole is mine for the taking, so I cover two fingers in the clear liquid before smoothing it over her warm skin.
She whimpers and gasps, wordlessly begging for me to give her more.
So, I oblige, pressing into her tightness, inch by glorious inch.
“What a good slut,” I say, her muscles relaxing at the praise while I slide in and out, adding another finger.
“You’re stretching so beautifully for me already.
This pretty hole will be swallowing my cock in no time.
” I twist and scissor, making sure she’s fully prepped before rising to my knees and dripping a very generous amount of lube over my erection.
It’s probably overkill, especially with the way Stella always loved the burn that comes with anal.
But I want to be extra cautious, at least this time.
“You ready, Wild Girl?” I ask, lining myself up at her back entrance.
She hums her acquiescence, tits pressing into the mattress, so her back is arched as far as it’ll go.
I take a deep breath, blowing it out slowly as I finally push past the tight ring of muscle.
She moans, a little louder than she should, considering Arden and the guys could be home at any time, but I don’t scold her yet.
She fists the sheets in her small hands, knuckles going completely white as I pull back and drive forward again.
When her body language gives me the green light to go harder, I pick up speed, pounding into her as her sounds crescendo, bouncing off the walls.
“Shhhh,” I admonish, landing a quick slap to her ass.
“If you don’t quiet down, I’ll have to gag you.
” If it weren’t for the way she clenches tightly around me, I’d assume she didn’t hear, because she only gets louder as I continue thrusting my hips.
Her plump ass ripples as it ricochets off my pelvis, her head thrashing from side to side with each punishing shove.
“Fuck, Emmett! Yes!” she shouts, volume increased to a point where, even if our friends did return, we wouldn’t know it.
I need to find a way to quiet her down, because there’s no fucking way I’m stopping until I’ve emptied myself inside her, and getting caught would surely prevent me from doing so.
In an instant, I collar her throat with my palm, pulling up so her back is sealed to my chest. Reaching down with my free hand, I yank the panties from her cunt, continuing to fuck her as I do. Her mouth falls open, sucking in a sharp gasp, so I use the opportunity to stuff the soaked lace inside.
“I told you to shut the fuck up,” I grit out, watching as her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
It does the job of muffling her needy moans, but the change in position has my balls tingling, my orgasm barreling toward me much faster than I had expected.
So, I glide my fingers down her stomach, rubbing firm circles on her hard, swollen clit in an attempt to get her to the edge.
“Come on, baby,” I coax. “I want to feel this ass suffocate my cock when you shatter. Give it to me.” Her muscles wind tight, the shallow breaths that she’s taking through her nose coming faster as she trembles in my arms. My free hand finds a puckered nipple, pinching hard, just the way she likes.
That’s all it takes to push her over, her entire frame going still right before she begins to spasm uncontrollably.
“Jesus Christ, Stell,” I grunt, barely hanging on to my own release as I work her through it.
Her hips gyrate, garnering every last second of her climax before it finally fades, and she relaxes against me.
She turns her head, her eyes fluttering open and sparkling with satisfaction.
She’s so fucking pretty, I can barely stand it as I resume the tempo I had set before, allowing my own orgasm to build so I can fill her up.
I steadily pump into her, pulling the panties from between her lips.
My mouth waters as the scent of her arousal swirls in the air around us, jealousy surging through me like a feral beast who’s unhappy about the fact that she’s been tasting herself, and he hasn’t.
The urge to pull from her body and make her ride my face is overwhelming, but I’m way too close for that now.
My balls are drawn tight, aching so badly that I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper, my lips mere inches from hers.
“Let me taste that pussy. Please.” I expect her to kiss me—to let me lick her tongue and gather as much of her sweetness as I can.
So, I’m caught completely off guard when she reaches up, hooks a finger behind my bottom teeth, yanks down, and spits directly into my mouth.
Before I even have time to process the filthy move, I go off like a goddamn firework, shooting rope after molten-hot rope of cum into her ass.
Now I’m the one who’s about to blow our cover, because I’m roaring out my release, completely surrendering to its control as it tosses me around like a boat in a hurricane.
It goes on for what feels like a lifetime, my thrusts finally slowing when I’m so spent I can barely even recall my own name.
As carefully as I can, I lower her down to the mattress.
The motion causes my cock to fall from her body, my seed immediately escaping as her muscles release.
It’s a beautiful sight, the most intense feeling of possession washing over me when I think about the trust she has in me, even after all these years.
We were so young when we first started exploring, giving our innocence to one another like it was the most natural thing in the world—because it was, just like it still is today.
We may be on to bigger and kinkier things, but when it comes down to it, we know that this is where we’re safe.
I spend the next couple of hours providing aftercare, even though Stella insists she’s fine.
But I do it anyway, washing, feeding, and massaging her muscles so she isn’t sore tomorrow.
Eventually, Arden and the guys return, so we head downstairs, soaking up our final evening here before we have to head back to Cleveland.
It feels like everything I’ve ever wanted—catching up with friends on the couch in their living room.
Joking and laughing until we can barely think straight, then going to bed where I fall asleep peacefully with my wife wrapped in my arms. Being so full of love that I feel like my heart can’t possibly take it, until I look at her, and it swells even more.
This is my happy ending. This is where I’m meant to be.