Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
Caleb
When we arrive at the hotel, I step into the suite and immediately feel like I’ve walked into a scene from one of those romance movies that Emmersyn loves. The first thing that catches my eye is the soft glow of fairy lights draped elegantly across the room, casting a warm, magical ambiance. Scattered across the floor and bed are rose petals in shades of red and pink, leading a path to a small table set up in the corner.
On the table, there’s a chilled bottle of champagne waiting in a silver ice bucket, with two fluted glasses beside it. And, as if that weren’t enough, there’s a plate of perfectly dipped chocolate-covered strawberries—each one looking more decadent than the last.
Emmersyn’s eyes light up as she takes it all in, her lips curving into a smile of pure delight. “This is . . . Wow,” she breathes, her excitement almost tangible. She walks over to the table, her fingers trailing over the rim of the champagne glass before she turns to look at me, her eyes sparkling like the fairy lights. “You did all this?”
I grin, leaning casually against the doorframe, pretending it’s no big deal, even though my heart is doing somersaults just seeing her this happy. “I might have had a little help,” I admit with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. “But yeah, I wanted to make tonight special.”
Before she can respond, I close the distance between us, slipping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. The moment our lips meet, everything else fades away. I kiss her deeply, savoring the way she melts into me, her hands sliding up to the back of my neck. I can feel her smile against my lips, and a warmth spreads through my chest, a sensation I haven’t felt in a long time.
She moans softly as my teeth graze her skin, a sound that sends a jolt of heat straight through me. She bucks her hips, grinding the soft, plump swell of her ass against my stirring erection through our clothes. The friction is delicious, nearly enough to drive me over the edge right there.
I groan, my grip tightening on her hips. “As beautiful as you look tonight, I’d much prefer to see your clothes on the floor.”
Without hesitation, I begin undressing her. I unzip the back of her dress, gently running my fingertips across her collarbone to the straps. Kissing the side of her neck, I continue to push the straps off her shoulders, making the dress cascade to the floor. My breath hitches at what’s revealed underneath, Emmersyn in a matching set of lingerie. The sight makes my pulse quicken. Emmersyn turns in my arms, kissing me hard, her lips demanding and hungry. Every nerve in my body is alive with desire, my need for her threatening to consume me completely. My length throbs with want, straining against the zipper of my pants.
I need to taste her.
Never breaking our kiss, I lift Emmersyn off her feet and carry her the short distance to the bed. I lay her down with care, positioning myself between her legs as she gazes down at me through heavy-lidded eyes.
“What are you doing down there?” she asks, a teasing lilt to her voice.
I give her a wicked smile and press a kiss against her inner thigh. “Having you for dessert.” I slip off her shoes, look up pausing to admire the lacy panties that barely cover her. “And you definitely look good enough to eat.”
Emmersyn shivers as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tug them off, leaving her bare and exposed before me. Without another word, I grip her thighs and pull her to the very edge of the bed, giving myself better access to her sweet core.
Burying my face between her legs, I lick, suck, and nibble, claiming every inch of her with my mouth. I devour her like a starving man who can’t get enough, relishing the taste of her on my tongue.
Her scent, her taste—it’s intoxicating, and I lose myself in the sensation of eating her out. As I work her clit with my tongue, I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes her gasp. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her body responding eagerly to every movement.
I don’t stop there; I let my tongue trail lower, teasing her tight asshole, circling it as my fingers continue to fuck her slowly.
She’s a writhing mess beneath me, her hips lifting off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets as she tries to hold on. I love the way she squirms and writhes with pleasure, the way she shatters and comes completely undone from my mouth, tongue, and fingers all working in perfect harmony.
“Cal?” Emmersyn whimpers, her hips bucking against me, desperate for more. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”
“Whoa, you’re getting bossy, Wife,” I murmur against her skin, my voice filled with playful dominance. “But remember, I’m the one in charge here.”
“I’m not playing, Cunningham,” she warns, her tone serious, a note of vulnerability slipping through.
I pause, her words cutting through the haze of lust. She wants something different—something softer, more intimate. She wants lovemaking, sweet and tender, not me dominating her while I fuck her.
“But what fun is that?” I protest lightly, trying to ease the tension, though a part of me understands exactly what she needs. This isn’t just about control; it’s about reconnecting, about giving her what she’s been longing for.
Locking my lips around her clit, I flick my tongue against her, relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure. At the same time, I slide my fingers back inside her, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot.
Her response is immediate—she buries her fingers in my hair, gripping tightly, holding my head firm as she arches and bucks against my face, all but riding my mouth and fingers. I savor every moment, every gasp and moan, as I work her closer to the edge, determined to make her fall apart for me.
As I settle beside her, she looks up at me with those wide, pleading eyes, her voice trembling with need. “Aren’t you going to undress for me, Cal? I need you.”
I raise an eyebrow, teasing her, my voice a low rumble. “You think you deserve my cock?”
She nods eagerly, her lips parting as she breathes out a sultry plea. “I do,” she begs, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, the sight enough to make my cock throb.
With a smirk, I reach down and unbutton my jeans, the sound of the zipper sliding down echoing in the charged air between us. I pull my cock out, hard and ready, the tip already glistening. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me, her breath hitching with anticipation.
“Show me,” I murmur, guiding her hand to wrap around my length. “Show me how much you want it.”
Without hesitation, she leans in, her lips brushing against the head. She doesn’t take me deep, just teases the tip with that intoxicating sweetness only she has, her tongue swirling delicately around the head. Her eagerness sends a shiver down my spine, and I groan, my hands tangling in her hair as I watch her, my cock twitching with every gentle pull of her lips.
As she plays with the tip of my cock, I let out a low groan, my fingers threading through her hair. I pet her softly, caressing the silky strands, murmuring, “That’s it, good girl. So eager for me.”
She looks up at me with those wide, pleading eyes, her lips wrapped around me, and it takes everything in me not to lose control right then and there. I gently guide her off, my cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop, and I reach for a condom on the nightstand.
“Put it on, carefully,” I command softly, handing her the foil packet.
She pouts, her eyes narrowing slightly as she hesitates. “I want to feel you, Cal. All of you,” she whispers, her voice thick with need. “I’m on the pill . . . and no one’s touched me since you. Only you.”
A surge of possessiveness flares up inside me at her words. The idea of being the only one, of claiming her completely, makes my pulse race. I brush my thumb over her bottom lip, my voice low and intense. “You want to be filled with me?”
She nods, her eyes gleaming with desperation, her body trembling slightly as she waits for my decision. “Please,” she begs, her voice quivering with raw need.
My hand slides back into her hair, tugging gently as I study her, the desire in her eyes, the way her body is already responding to me. “You have to earn it,” I murmur, my voice rough with control, though it’s slipping. “Tell me why you deserve it. Why you deserve to be filled by me.”
Her lips part, her breathing quickens, and I can see the resolve in her gaze. “Because I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice almost breaking. “I’ve always been yours.”
Her words strike me deeply, stirring something primal within me. With a growl, I lean in, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, pouring every ounce of my need into it. I push her back onto the bed, hovering over her.
“Every inch of you,” I murmur against her lips, “belongs to me.”
With every inch of restraint, I slow down, letting the urgency simmer as I begin to kiss her body again, starting at her collarbone and trailing my lips down her chest. I take my time, savoring the softness of her skin, the way she shivers beneath my touch. Her breath hitches—not from the tension, but from the anticipation—and I continue my descent, planting kisses along the curve of her breasts, then lower, across her stomach, until I’m hovering just above her sweet, pretty cunt.
I pause, my lips brushing against the inside of her thigh as I murmur, “You’re so perfect, Em. This pretty pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
Her whimper is all the confirmation I need, her body arching slightly as if inviting me closer. I spread her legs wider, positioning myself between her thighs. The sight of her glistening, wet, and ready for me makes my mouth water. I lower myself, my breath hot against her sensitive skin, and I hear her sharp intake of breath as my tongue flicks out, tasting her.
“God, you taste so good, baby,” I murmur against her, my voice rough with need. “I could spend hours right here, making you come on my tongue over and over.”
I delve into her again, my tongue circling her clit, then dipping lower to tease her entrance. I feel her hands tangle in my hair, holding me close as I work her, my fingers sliding inside her, curling just right to hit that perfect spot. Her moans fill the room, growing louder as I push her closer to the edge.
When I finally pull back, she’s trembling, her skin flushed, her eyes glazed with desire. I can see how badly she needs me, and I’m right there with her.
I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock brushing against her slick folds. “Are you ready for me, Em? You ready to take me?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, her voice trembling with anticipation.
I push myself into her, inch by inch, stretching her tight entrance, savoring the way her walls grip me, pulling me deeper. “Fuck,” I groan, my voice thick with pleasure. “There’s no better feeling in the world than your tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Her body responds to every thrust, her walls clenching and spasming around me as I move in and out of her in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I keep my eyes on her, watching the way her expression changes, how her lips part with every breathless moan.
“Do you feel that, baby?” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “Feel how perfectly we fit together?”
“Cal,” she whimpers, her hips lifting to meet mine. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promise, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, our movements synced in perfect harmony.
The kiss is as deep and intense as the way we’re making love, every stroke, every movement, is healing something inside both of us. I don’t need to speak the words; I can feel her accepting me, flaws and all, as she wraps herself around me, pulling me even closer.
Being inside her is nothing short of intoxicating. Every sensation, every connection, pulls me deeper into her, and I know without a doubt that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here, with her, in this moment.