15. Richard #2
One lamp, soft light. She turns and pulls me down by the open collar of my shirt and kisses me slow this time, all the impatience from downstairs banked into something lower and hotter, and when I reach for the zip of her dress she catches my wrist.
“Let me,” she says. “Let me do this part.”
So I let her. She peels my shirt off my shoulders, drags her palms down my chest, my stomach, taking her time, watching her own hands move over me like she wants to memorize it, and it’s the slowest I’ve ever been undressed in my life and I think I might actually die.
I keep my hands loose at her waist and let her run it, because she spent years with a man who decided everything, and tonight every move in this room is hers to make.
When she finally reaches back and unzips her own dress and lets it drop, I forget how to breathe.
“You’re staring,” she says.
“Yeah.” I pull her in by the hips, skin against skin now, and feel her breath catch. “Get used to it.”
She kisses me once, hard, then plants a hand flat on my chest and walks me backward until the bed catches the back of my knees and I sit.
I watch Emily climb onto the bed and push me onto my back with both hands on my chest. The single lamp casts a warm glow over her skin as she reaches back, unhooks her bra, and tosses it aside.
Her curls bounce with every move. She leans in close, her breath hot against my mouth before she kisses me again, slower this time, her tongue sliding deep and exploring every corner.
I kiss her back, matching her pace, feeling the heat build between us.
“You’re going to let me do this my way tonight,” she says, voice low but still carrying that edge of snark. She pulls away just enough to nip at my lower lip, then dives back in for another long kiss, her hands framing my face. “No taking over. Got it?”
“Got it,” I answer out loud. My hands stay at my sides for now, though every instinct screams to touch her everywhere.
Emily kisses down my jaw and along my neck, sucking lightly at the skin there before returning to my mouth for more.
Her tongue tangles with mine in a wet, messy exchange that leaves us both breathing harder.
She runs her palms over my bare chest in broad strokes.
Her fingers trace my nipples, circling them before she dips her head to lick one, then the other, sending sparks straight through me.
She sits up and grabs my wrists, guiding my hands up to her breasts.
They fill my palms perfectly, soft and warm.
I squeeze gently at first, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they harden under my touch.
Emily moans into another kiss, pressing her chest forward so I can roll her nipples between my fingers, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
She rocks her hips against my thigh, grinding there while I play with her tits, pinching and caressing until she breaks the kiss with a shaky laugh.
“Fuck, that feels good,” she murmurs, then leans down to kiss me harder, her curls falling around our faces like a curtain.
I keep my hands on her breasts, kneading them as she kisses my collarbone and chest again, her tongue tracing a path lower.
She undoes my belt with quick fingers, tugs my pants and boxers down in one motion, and wraps her hand around my cock.
I suck in a breath as she strokes me slow and firm, her grip perfect.
“Already this hard for me,” she murmurs. “I like that.” She kisses me once more, deep and lingering, while her hand works me from base to tip. Her free hand guides mine back to her tits, and I thumb her nipples in time with her strokes, feeling her shiver.
Emily slides out of her panties, then swings a leg over me again.
“Nothing between us tonight,” she says against my mouth.
“I’m on the pill. I want all of you.” She lines up and sinks down onto my cock in one steady push.
Heat and tightness grip me all at once. A low sound leaves my throat as she settles fully, her pussy clenching around me.
“Fuck, Emily,” I say. “You feel perfect.”
She rocks her hips, finding her rhythm. Her hands brace on my chest as she lifts and drops, taking me deeper each time.
I keep my grip light on her thighs at first, but she grabs my hands again and places them back on her breasts.
I squeeze and lift them, thumbs working her nipples while she fucks herself on me.
She leans forward for more kisses, her mouth hungry against mine, tongues sliding together as her tits press into my palms.
“Tell me what you want,” I say between kisses.
“I want you to shut up and let me ride you,” she answers, breathless but still mouthy. She grinds down harder, clit rubbing against me with every roll. “And maybe tell me how good my pussy feels around your cock.”
“It feels so fucking good,” I tell her. “Tight and wet and all mine right now.”
She moans at that and moves faster. Her curls stick to her forehead.
I reach up to brush them back but she catches my hand and presses it to her breast again, demanding more attention there.
I pinch her nipple, rolling it firmly while she bounces on my cock.
Her tits jiggle with each movement, and I lean up to kiss one, sucking the nipple into my mouth as she rides.
She holds my head there, letting me lick and suck while her hips keep working.
“Harder,” she says. I thrust up to meet her, matching her pace without taking the lead. Her walls flutter around me. She leans forward, mouth near my ear. “I’m close. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping,” I promise out loud. “Come on my cock, Emily.”
She gasps and shudders, pussy clenching in waves as she comes. I hold still inside her until the pulses ease, my mouth still on her breast, sucking softly through the aftershocks. Then she sits up again, flushed and smiling that little satisfied smile.
“Your turn,” she says. She keeps moving, slower now, squeezing me on purpose. “Fill me up.”
I thrust up a few more times and come with a groan, spilling deep while she watches my face. We stay joined for a minute, breathing hard, her tits still in my hands as I give them one last gentle squeeze.
Emily finally lifts off and collapses beside me. Our legs tangle together. Sweat cools on our skin. She rests her head on my shoulder and traces a finger over my ribs.
“Stay,” she says quietly.
“Yeah,” I answer. “I’m staying.”
We stay tangled like that a while, sweat cooling, her fingers tracing idle lines over my ribs, neither of us in any rush to move.
I reach over and I don’t set an alarm. First time since she moved in. The cold spot on the far side of the bed, the one she always wakes up reaching for, won’t be there in the morning. I will.
I make myself hold it lightly, though. This is new, and it doesn’t have a name yet, and she just told me at dinner she’s not ready to give it one. So I won’t wake up tomorrow and act like it’s a sure thing, because it isn’t, and pretending otherwise is exactly how I’d lose her.
The sky’s going gray at the edges. She’s asleep on my chest, warm and heavy and real, and I don’t close my eyes, because I asked for time and she gave me tonight, and I’m not about to miss a second of it.