Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Emilia
I taste myself on his tongue, and fuck if it doesn’t make me wet all over again. I’m not sated though, I feel like I could go over and over, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Can I return the favor, James?” I palm his erection through his pants, caressing him slowly as I smile against his lips.
“Fucking hell, love. You could do anything you want, but I think we are going to be pulling up to the house soon.”
“So what? Aleks and Donovan will know to wait.”
“When you put it like that, how can I deny you?”
James sits back on the floor against his seat, legs spread wide as he starts to lazily stroke himself through his pants.
“Show me exactly how much you want this cock, Mrs. Stonewell.”
Eager to please him, I drop to my hands and knees, crawling over to him and situating myself between his legs. James watches me with hooded eyes as he undoes his belt and zipper, pushing up to pull down his pants just enough to release his cock from his briefs.
My mouth waters and a whimper escapes me as he continues to stroke himself, watching me intently the entire time. I clench my own thighs together as I chase any sort of friction I can get, longing for the feel of him between my legs.
“Do you want this cock, Em? Tell me how badly you want it.”
“I want you, James. Please, let me.”
“Ah ah ah, no touching yet, love. Tell me… do you want to taste me or ride me?”
“B-both. Please.” I reach a hand between my legs, pushing my dress up before circling my clit, unable to help myself as I watch James pleasure himself. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.
“That’s it, Em. Such a good fucking girl. Playing with yourself like a good little whore.”
His praise lights me up, while his degradation makes me want to appease him in any way he could possibly want.
“Come here, Em.”
I waste no time, lowering my head and circling the head of his cock with my tongue. His saltiness washes across my taste buds as I lick him, starting at the base of his cock and working my way up.
James inhales between his teeth, tangling a hand in my hair and pushing my mouth down on him until he hits the back of my throat. I hollow out my cheeks and suck him like my life depends on it. My slow perusal isn’t enough for him though, as he grabs my hair and starts thrusting up into my mouth, setting a grueling pace. My eyes start to water and I gag around him, causing him to moan and stutter his thrusts.
James pulls up on my head, and I pop off him, taking a finger and swiping away the drool that gathered around my lips.
“Emilia, as much as I want to continue that until I come, I need you on my cock. I’ve missed this pretty pussy wrapped around me too much.”
Sitting back on my knees, I pull my dress up around my waist, baring myself to him completely. I lean over him, resting my hands on the seat behind him, and lower myself on his cock until I’m seated to the hilt.
My head falls back in ecstasy as his cock stretches me to the point of pain. I’ve missed this feeling the past two weeks. I used toys late at night when I would think about James, but it could never compare to his actual cock.
“Fuck, James.” I roll my hips, chasing the pressure against my clit.
“Fuck me, Emilia. Fuck me like you own me, like the dirty little slut that you are.”
I grab a fistful of his hair at his comment. “I do own you, cabrón . You’re mine .”
I lift myself before plunging back down on him, rolling my hips before repeating the process. James grips my hips in a punishing hold, lifting me and slamming me back down upon him. Reaching between us, I take my hand and circle my clit, knowing I’m so close to falling over the edge once again.
“Come for me, love.”
His words spark my need, and I come undone, jerking my hips against him as I chase my orgasm.
“Fucking hell, Emilia. Just like that. Your pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight.”
Two more thrusts and James follows me over the edge, grunting and moaning through his own release. I fall against him, trying to catch my breath as I come down from this high.
James runs his hand through my hair as I lean against his chest, feelings of home chasing me as I relax in his grasp. I’ve missed this man so much.
“Emilia, love, as much as I want to continue sitting here with you on my cock until I get hard again, and I can pound into you more, I believe the car has stopped, and Aleks and Donovan are waiting for us.”
A blush creeps onto my face as I can only imagine they must have known exactly what was going on in the vehicle.
“OK, but what do we do about the mess between my legs?”
I realize too late that I’m not wearing any underwear to catch his release as it drips out of me.
James looks at me, possessiveness shining back at me as he says, “You’ll have to walk pretty quickly into the house, won’t you? I don’t mind showing these men exactly who you belong to as I drip down your legs.”
I look at him incredulously. I can’t help but feel completely owned in this moment.
And dammit if it doesn’t just turn me on more.
* * *
Plans long forgotten, the rest of the evening passed with more sex as we got lost in each other. I was so scared to lose this man before me, it was my complete undoing. Now, I’m desperate for him unlike anything I’ve experienced before. We started in the bed, then had some really fucking hot sex in the tub, and then James fucked me against the kitchen island before making us both a midnight snack.
Now, I’m laying in bed across his chest as he runs his hand up and down my back, both of us just content to be in the other’s presence.
“James?”
“Yes, love?”
“Do you truly love me? I know you said it before, but are you sure you actually love me? I know I can be a lot at times.”
James’s hand stills on my back, and his other hand reaches under my chin, tilting my face so I’m peering up at him.
“Emilia, I have loved you for a very long time. I have only grown to love you more these past few weeks. Please don’t ever doubt my love for you. Without you, I am nothing.”
“James… for what it’s worth, I love you, too.”
James closes his eyes for a second before looking down into my eyes, searching for a lie.
“Say it again.”
“I love you, James.”
“Fuck, Emilia.”
Before I can utter anything else, James flips us over so he’s hovering above me, and I feel against my stomach just how badly he wants me.
“You are my everything, Emilia. A weakness. But also my strength.” He grinds his erection into me, and I respond by wrapping my legs around his hips, rubbing myself against his hard length.
We spend the rest of the night and early morning hours exploring each other as we express with our bodies just how much we missed the other these past two weeks.
I love this man, and there is no stopping this feeling as my heart slowly mends itself back together. I’ll be damned if anyone tries to take this away from me.