21. Chapter 21 #2
“So fucking sexy,” I mutter while trailing my hands lazily over her body.
She shivers under my touch and her nipples harden to diamond peaks.
With both of us kneeling in front of each other, I lower the waistband of my sweatpants enough to release my cock.
I don’t even have to tell her what to do before she shuffles back and then hinges forward at the waist. Her lips close around me as she takes my cock into her hot, wet mouth.
I thrust forward involuntarily, and she takes me deeper.
Her whole body moving back and forth to suck me towards the back of her throat.
I groan, gripping her hair. Her mouth is amazing, but this isn’t working—I need to touch her.
With my hand buried in her hair, holding her in place, I lower myself into a seated position.
She continues to suck me, her mouth hot and eager, as I reach around to touch her.
Her pussy is dripping with need and as soon as I make contact, she groans loudly around my cock. So beautifully responsive.
How could anyone not want this?
I slide two fingers in before removing them. With her own wetness, I rub circles around her clit. After only a few moments, Emily’s entire body shudders and she moans loudly, choking on my cock. Seeing her like this has me ready to explode.
“I’m so close, babe. You need to move unless you want my cum hitting the back of your throat.” Emily groans but makes no movement other than to hollow her cheeks and suck me harder until I explode in her mouth.
She eagerly swallows every last drop before releasing my cock from her perfect mouth. She uses her finger to scoop up a little that dribbled out the side of her mouth before sucking that clean, too.
Fuck me.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” I say, pulling her onto my lap and wrapping my arms around her. I drop kisses on her tits and up along her neck before finding her swollen lips. She tastes salty and sweet and all mine.
“You okay?” I ask, tucking her hair behind her ear and noticing how the cogs in that overthinking brain have begun to turn. “Was that too much? ”
She sniffs and gives me a watery smile. “I’m so glad I met you,” she whispers.
“Everything with you is so different. So… good. Do you think it could be possible that we’re…
” she trails off, but the hopefulness in her gaze sends a shiver of excitement through me.
The notion that this could be the woman I spend the rest of my life with seems too good to be true.
“Emily, goddess, I hope so. Nothing would make me happier than if you were my mate,” I say earnestly while cupping her face.
And I mean it. I think we were meant to meet each other.
To heal each other. And I can't see myself ever letting her go even if she's not my fated mate. I want to choose her, fated or not.
“How long until your birthday?”
“Eight days,” she answers with a big inhale. Tension creeping back into her posture. “I’m just so worried… What if he is? He’ll be able to track me.”
“I won’t let him take you. I promise.”
“I … I’m scared. I want to forget the past, but it’s still hanging over me. Maybe talking to someone would help, but what if I need to run again? I still feel like I’m in limbo until I know for sure.”
“You’re safe here. But I need to be honest with you.
” Fear creeps up my spine as the familiar weight of guilt settles in my stomach.
I don’t want to admit this to her, but I don’t want her to hear it from someone else.
I want there to be no secrets between us.
Nothing that could lead to her being upset or getting the wrong idea about how much I care about her.
“The reason I offered to give you self-defense classes initially was so I could scope you out and see if you were a threat to the pack. Ryan is open to you joining us officially, but I wasn’t sure at first. I am now obviously, now that I know you.”
Emily looks away and stays silent for a moment before looking back at me. “I understand, and I’m glad you told me. I was pretty confused by you at first. You sent a lot of mixed messages,” she says tentatively, and my heart clenches at the fear so ingrained in her at any hint of challenge.
I love the moments when her sassy side peaks out. Like it’s giving me a hint at who she would have been if Aidan hadn’t broken her down so much. “Yeah, honestly, I thought you were too fucking gorgeous to be genuine. I’m aware that makes me an idiot, but you seemed too good to be true. ”
“But now you see how messed up I am, you see how far from reality the idea of ‘too good’ is?” She speaks in a joking tone, but I see the flash of pain in her eyes, so fleeting I could easily have missed it.
“No, now I see how perfect you are, and it has nothing to do with how you look. It’s how being with you makes life seem right in a way I doubted I could ever experience again.
The way your body feels, the way you respond to me, the way we fit together.
I don’t understand how or why I fought this for so long.
You are my salvation. My lighthouse in the storm, leading me home. You’re everything to me.”
Her eyes shine with unshed tears and it is clear to me in this moment that I will do anything to make her happy.
I lean forward and kiss her deep and slow, savoring her. She reaches down and tentatively touches my cock. “Take what you need, baby,” I encourage, as my cock hardens again. She raises onto her knees, straddling me, and guides my cock to her wet entrance before sinking down onto me.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing. Can you…” she whispers as her pussy flutters around my hard length.
She’s not ready to take charge. And that’s okay. She'll get there. I want her confident and able to ask and take what she wants from me. When she’s ready. She places her arms around my neck, and I flip her onto her back. I pull her legs around my hips and she wraps them around me.
I watch in awe. My eyes darting between her bouncing tits and the way her pussy swallows my cock again and again as I pound into her. Her eyes scrunch up and she bites her bottom lip as she clenches around me. I increase my pace to a punishing level and find my release inside her perfect pussy.
She’s languid and boneless underneath me. I lay her down beside me as I pull out of her, grabbing some napkins to clean her up before pulling the picnic blanket over her. She grins at me sleepily.
“Thank you for our first date,” she whispers. “I loved it.”
I think in my head, and I love you, but I don’t say it. It can wait. She drifts off to sleep and I keep watch. This spot is secluded, but I’m not taking any chances with prying eyes where Emily is concerned.
Because she’s mine.
And I don’t share.