Chapter 8 Emmett #2
“That’s looking on the bright side,” I chuckle, downing the rest of my glass and setting it off to the side.
She follows suit, downing the rest of her own glass. “This was nice. Thank you.”
I give her a nod, as her eyes latch onto mine—and I see the same kind of admiration as she looks at me. Without breaking eye contact, I take her glass gently from her hand and set it behind us.
“You deserve to feel good, after everything.” The words come out husky, and I know that maybe I shouldn’t be letting myself do what I’m doing, as my hand lands on her bare thigh.
Her breath catches audibly, and my mind goes running back to the lighthouse, where I almost pressed my lips to hers. I almost got to taste her, and the thought of tasting the wine on her tongue has my heart pumping with need.
“You were exactly what I needed tonight,” Georgia murmurs, her lips staying parted as she leans into me a few inches.
My fingers press gently into her bare skin, mostly as a warning. “If you test these waters, Georgia, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself from jumping in.” My cock throbs in my shorts, and I’m left wondering if she’s going to take the risk or walk away from this tension.
She jumps.
Her lips crash into mine, and I immediately reach for her, pulling her into my lap as my tongue slips through her parted lips, getting exactly what I wanted. She lets out a light moan as she shifts, straddling my lap.
I press my hips upward, my cock landing on her clothed pussy. “Fuck, Georgia,” I breathe out as we come up for air. “You’re so hard to resist.”
Her eyes search mine, but I don’t give her a chance to question this, my hands sliding up her ass and to the hem of her shirt. I lift the material up and over her head, tossing it somewhere behind us.
She leans in to kiss me again, and I let her, getting lost in it. I don’t move fast. I don’t want anything other than to just enjoy the way she feels in my hands. As my kisses trail from her mouth to her jaw, she arches back, reaching around behind her to undo the clasp on her bra.
And it’s irresistible the way that she wants me to see her.
As her tits fall free in front of my face, her perky little nipples stare me in the face. I lean forward and kiss them, as she grinds her hips against my cock.
“Let me have you,” I murmur into her chest as I suck her into my mouth, her moan louder than the ocean around us.
She shifts as I unbutton her shorts. She slides them off her body, leaving just a lacy thong. I lose my own shorts, my cock finally free.
“Leave those on,” I command, the white lace against her skin turning me on even more. “Get back in my lap.” I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her back to where she was before.
My cock is met with the soaked material of Georgia’s panties, and it only makes me throb for her more as she grinds herself up and down my shaft. I kiss her neck, her shoulder, and make my way back to her chest.
“You’re so sweet, my little Georgia peach.” My tongue circles around her nipple, and I pull her back into my mouth as she squirms more. “Tell me that you want me.”
“I want you,” she pants.
“That’s my good girl,” I groan, my hand slipping between her legs. I slide the material to the side, and as she rocks back, I push myself into her.
She lets out a moan, her head tipping back. “That feels so good,” she whines, rocking herself so that she takes all of me.
My hands grip her ass as I follow her movements back and forth. “Just like that,” I tell her, the pleasure almost unfathomable in the moment. “Just like that. Keep going. Ride my cock like a good girl.”
She whines against me, her movement picking up. “Touch me,” she pants. “Please touch me.”
“Where?” I peer up at her as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Where do you want me to touch you?” I slip my left hand around to the front of her. “Here?”
Fuck, it feels so good to tease her.
“Lower,” she pleads, her voice breaking. “Touch me lower, Emmett.”
“Say please.”
“Please,” she whimpers, and I slip my hand down, finding her clit.
“Is this what you want?” I lean in and whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she moans, as I start to rub her.
I could fucking blow, the way she tips her head back, her mouth parted as she enjoys the high of the pleasure I’m giving her. I focus on matching her movements, though, picking up my pace as she picks up hers.
“I want you to come all over my cock, little peach.” I give her ass a slap, and she lets out the most sensual whine, her body tensing around me. “You liked that?”
“Mhmm…” She squeezes her eyes closed, and I slap her ass again.
And she explodes. Her pussy clenches around my cock, pulsing in a way that I can hardly stand. I remove my fingers from her clit and grab her hips, working her body with my strength.
“Oh my god,” she whines. “Oh my god.”
“It’s my turn,” I grunt out, feeling the pressure building in my core. “I’m going to come in you so fucking hard.”
“Please,” she whimpers.
And the moment that leaves her lips, I release. My head rests against her chest as I fill her with my cum. I hold her hips down on me, buried balls deep until I’m completely empty.
When I’m finished, we both remain in the same position, our heavy breaths labored together. It’s only after a few moments pass that I lean back and tip her chin down to me for a kiss.
“Let’s go back to my room, Georgia. Stay with me tonight.”
She searches my gaze. “Are you sure?”
I nod, not a doubt in my mind. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”