Chapter 17 #2
The way she said it was like she thought we were done. That we would just lie in bed together and that was it. We would…after a few more rounds.
“Oh, we aren’t done yet.” I rolled my hips against hers, earning me a gasp. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Warm, soft breath fanned my neck. My arm was dead asleep from the cute redhead lying on top of it, her body sprawled across mine. Emmie looked adorable when she was asleep. Pink lips parted, little snores once in a while escaping them.
It was early in the morning, the sunset barely starting to rise.
We fell asleep only a few hours before, but I woke up about fifteen minutes ago.
Partly because I wasn’t used to sleeping with someone in my bed, but also because my damn cock was hard as a rock even after everything we did last night. Emmie was completely to blame for that.
I stared down at her, a weird sensation pooling in my chest. I liked her. I liked her a lot. Which was weird since we only met two weeks ago, but I did. She was sarcastic, hardworking, took no shit, and was kinky as fuck. It was mind-blowing to find all of that in one small package.
It’d been a long time since I felt anything like this for a woman. Hell, the last time was probably in university, but even that didn’t feel like this. That was more infatuation than anything else. With Emmie, I could see more—dates, pushing each other to do better, teasing, filthy sex.
I sucked in a quiet breath as sudden nerves spiked inside me.
I wasn’t relationship material. I wasn’t the kind of guy women stayed with long-term.
I was good for some fun, and then they moved on.
And now with my name holding even more weight, women just wanted the ‘idea’ of Mateo Boone and the perks that came with that, rather than me.
I already knew Emmie wasn’t like that. As an Olympian, I bet she dealt with her own issues, but the knowledge didn’t lessen the weight on my chest. I’d always been the catalyst, and I didn’t want it to be that way with Emmie. Not when this could actually become something.
Emmie’s quiet sighs drew me out of my head. I’d worry about the future another time. For now, I wanted to soak up every moment I had with her. And that included waking her up in the best way possible.
She was dead to the world as I gently eased her off my body and shifted her to her back. The blanket that covered us slipped down and off the bed, leaving her naked and spread out before me.
She was a vision, and I could easily get used to seeing her like this on a daily basis.
I planted open-mouthed kisses down her neck, her chest, and licked her nipples before continuing my descent. I made it to her belly button when she started to move a little, showing she was on the verge of waking up.
With a wicked grin, I settled between her thighs, resting her calves on my shoulders. With her half asleep, I could take my sweet time eating her out. Which had already become my favorite thing.
I inhaled her scent, a groan vibrating in my chest before I kissed her clit. She tasted divine. I could do this for the rest of my life and die a happy man.
With a firm grip on her hips, I took my time peppering soft kisses to her flesh and licking every inch of her pussy. I grinned against her when her hand settled on the back of my head. She just held it there, fingers playing with my hair.
I flicked my eyes up and found her sleepy gaze staring down at me, lips quirked up.
“Morning.” Her voice was thick with exhaustion.
“Morning,” I mumbled back, not wanting to take my mouth off of her for a single second.
With her awake, I slipped one finger, then two inside of her, feeling her walls clench around them. God, she was still so tight.
Emmie closed her eyes and laid her head back on the pillow, toes resting on my upper back.
The sight of her relaxed and enjoying the pleasure I was giving her made my cock twitch.
There was nothing better than satisfying your partner.
I’d gladly make her come over and over before I allowed myself any relief.
I spent the next fifteen minutes taking my time with her, edging her to the point her grip tightened and her thighs quivered before drawing back. Her whimpers and groans were music to my ears.
I curled my fingers upward, causing her hips to jerk in response, but every time she got close to an orgasm, I backed off. I took every curse, sharp tug of my hair, and squeeze of her thighs against my head.
My own hips ground against the bed, but I’d take care of that after I made Emmie come.
“Mateo, please. I can’t.” She shook her head back and forth on the pillow. Her free hand tugged at her nipples as she ground her wet pussy on my face.
“Beg me.” I bit her clit just hard enough to make her yelp and then moan.
“I need to come. Please, Mateo. Please let me come all over your face.” Her green eyes met mine, wild with heat.
Deciding she had enough, I gave her a nod and then doubled my efforts. It only took her seconds to explode. She was practically suffocating me with the death grip she had on my hair and head. I wasn’t about to complain. If this was how I died, then so be it.
I kept her right there, watching as wave after wave hit her. When she looked like she was done, I suctioned my lips over her clit. She came again with a choked scream.
When her body shook and her grip slackened, I finally pulled away. I kept my fingers in her pussy, slowly moving back and forth, the wet sound filling the room. Her thighs fell to the bed, chest heaving as she tried to gather her breath.
There wasn’t a more beautiful image of her than right now.
I pulled my fingers from her and sat back on my heels. I waited until her eyes flickered open before I slid my hand down to my cock, stroking her juices along the length. Her beautiful eyes flared, and her body shuddered.
I was hard as a rock as I stroked myself to the sight of her. My hand slowed when Emmie suddenly sat up. She shifted to her hands and knees and crawled the short distance toward me. My breath stuttered in my chest as she reached one hand out to grip my length.
“My turn,” Emmie breathed.
The moment her lips touched the tip, I threw my head back. I was completely and utterly at Emmie’s mercy, and I didn’t give a single fuck.