Chapter 32
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
Elliott
Ipin Emelia in as she dries the pan I used to make dinner tonight, my hands on the counter on either side of her hips.
Normally, she would do the dishes right after dinner, but Baylor convinced her that the two of them had to go for a walk after dinner so that she could show Emelia how the leaves are starting to change.
All the more reason for me to have the conversation I need to have with Emelia tonight, now that I’ve put Baylor down for bed.
“You just about done?” I drag my nose up the column of her neck, and she shivers.
“Last one.” She runs the towel over the bottom of the pan and sets it on the other side of the sink, where the rest of the dried dishes rest.
“I want to show you something.” I press my hips forward, and as I knew she would, she presses her backside into me. She’s only wearing leggings, but even through my jeans, I can feel the curve of her.
“What is it?” She turns in my arms and plays with the back of my hair.
“A surprise.”
A smile spreads across her face. “What kind of surprise?”
“The kind I’m not going to tell you about until I show you. Now, close your eyes, and I’ll lead you there.”
“Seriously?”
I nod. “Yup. Close them, and don’t peek.”
“Okay.”
She does as I ask, and I lead her toward the sliding glass door. When I open it and the cool air blows past, she stops.
“Should I go get a sweater or a coat?”
“You’ll be fine. I promise.”
“If you say so.”
I lead her out of the house, down the steps of the deck, and onto the dock. She’ll know by now where I’m taking her, but she won’t know why. Once we come to the end of the dock and are standing near the loungers, I tell her to open her eyes.
She does. It takes her a minute to recognize what’s different here, but when she does, she brings her hands to her mouth. “You got one of those heaters like at the pub.”
“I did. Now we can sit out here and stay warm until you have to leave.”
She flinches at the mention of eventual departure but quickly buries her reaction. “This is great.” She walks forward and sits on a lounger.
“You were right. I can’t believe I didn’t think of getting one of these before now.” I settle beside her, and she places a hand on my chest.
The warmth from the heater seeps into us. Normally, when we come out here at night, we’re huddled under a thick blanket and wearing thick sweaters. But I only have on a long-sleeve shirt and athletic pants, and Emelia is wearing black leggings and a thin sweater.
We’ve had some of our best conversations out here, which is why I wanted to be out here when I bring up what we need to talk about. Not that I think she’ll be upset—it was always part of the plan—but things are different now, so I’m not sure where her head is.
“I haven’t gotten a chance to tell you yet, and I didn’t want to mention it at dinner in front of Baylor until we had a chance to talk, but the bunkie repairs are done. I finished the last of them today.”
“That didn’t take quite as long as you thought. That’s great.”
I nod. “It is, but…well, I’m not sure how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. I know things between us are different than they were when you first arrived here. And I’ve loved having you stay with Baylor and me, but—”
“It’s time for me to go back to the bunkie. I know, Elliott.”
My chest squeezes, and I frown. “It’s not because I want the separation.”
“Elliott, you don’t have to explain. We never discussed it, but I always assumed I’d be moving back in there as soon as the place was done.”
“Baylor is getting more and more attached to you every day. I just think the separation will be good for her. Prepare her for what’s to come.”
She brings her hand to my cheek. “I get it. You don’t need to explain yourself to me. Baylor comes first, always.”
I don’t know why I was so nervous to have this conversation. Of course Emelia is understanding. She’s never once bristled when Baylor has to come first.
“I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t want you around. If it were up to me, you’d be in my bed every night.”
“Hmm. Well, you can have me in your lounger every night now.”
My forehead wrinkles. “What do you mean?”
Emelia swings a leg over my lap and sits up so that she’s straddling me. “I just thought of something else this new heater is good for.” She settles her weight on my lap, and my dick instantly perks up. “It’ll keep us warm without clothes.”
She pulls the lounger’s back panel a bit so that it’s blocking the view from the house.
Good call. Baylor knows she’s not to go outside at night, and she generally sleeps right through until the morning, but there have been a handful of times that she’s called to me from the sliding glass door. God forbid she wakes up tonight and gets an eyeful of the two of us.
“I like how your mind works.” I grip the back of her neck, tugging her forward for a kiss.
Our tongues meet, and I take control of the kiss. She rocks her hips and groans into my mouth when she feels my length harden underneath her.
My appetite for this woman grows each time we’re together.
When I pull away from her, I shift us so that I’m no longer sitting up, but lying flat along the lounger.
I don’t have a light on my dock, but it’s a full moon, so I can see her expression as she looks down at me.
Her eyelids are heavy, and her sweater is thin enough that I can make out her hard nipples underneath the fabric.
“Do you have any special attachment to these leggings?”
A crease forms between her brows. “Not really, why?”
Before she can protest, I reach between her legs and tear the fabric along the seam.
Emelia gasps.
“Now come up here and sit on my face.”
She bites her bottom lip and lets out a noise somewhere between a mewl and a moan. When she doesn’t move fast enough for my liking, I shuffle down the lounger so my face is directly under her spread legs.
“Fuck, you’re not wearing underwear.” I drag my gaze from her center to her face.
Emelia has a coy expression on her face. “I usually don’t in leggings. Panty lines.”
“Lucky me.” I lick my lips and wrap my arms around the backs of her thighs, yanking her down onto my tongue.
Fuck. Her taste is sweet and earthy, and I can’t get enough. Emelia moans above me as I lap at her entrance with my tongue. Drawing one hand over her thigh, I use my thumb to gently strum her clit. Not enough to make her come, just enough to make her crazy.
Her hand comes down into my hair, gripping it tightly.
I continue to lap at her until she sounds desperate, then I move my attention up to her clit. I suck hard on it, and she coils forward, all the breath rushing from her lungs. Then I gentle my approach and slowly work her up.
Emelia gets more and more desperate to come, the sounds coming from her more feral until she can’t take any more and grinds herself against my tongue as I watch her from below. With one hand gripping my hair hard and her head thrown back, she rocks her hips against my face.
It’s so extraordinary to watch her lose control and take what she wants. What I’ve made her need.
Emelia rides my face with abandon. I’ll be reliving this moment tomorrow morning, alone in the shower. My cock aches in my jeans, straining against the denim, and my balls ache, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside her.
Emelia cries out over me, trying to pull herself off my face, but I refuse to let her. Using my hands that are around her thighs, I hold her there. She comes with my name on her lips, and I lap up her taste, savoring every drop.
Eventually, I slow my pace, riding out her climax until she’s left sated, panting, above me.
“Holy shit, Elliott.” Her voice is raspy, and she’s still out of breath.
I turn my head and kiss the inside of her thigh with a reverence I’ve only ever felt with her. I shift so I’m back to sitting up, and she leans forward and grips my face hard and kisses me.
While she does, I hurriedly grab the condom from my pocket, then yank it down until I push free. Emelia pulls away and takes the condom from me without saying a word, ripping open the package with her teeth before rolling it over me.
No more than two seconds pass before she’s sinking down on top of me. We both moan at the same time, making the most beautiful sound together.
“Fuck, Em. You feel so good.”
She moves while I work her shirt off over her head, then toss her bra to the side.
The silver moonlight bounces off her skin as I run my tongue along the curve of her breast before biting gently.
Her hands are back in my hair again, holding me to her chest, and I trail my tongue to her nipple before enclosing my lips around it.
Emelia’s movements grow faster and more frantic the harder I suck, and when I bite down, she cries out, grinding against me.
The tingling starts in my lower spine, and I know I’m close, so I reach down between us and strum her clit.
Almost immediately, Emelia comes, and the sensation of her inner walls gripping my cock has me following suit.
I rut up into her as best I can, holding myself there as I empty myself into the condom.
She nuzzles into my neck while I stroke her back, and we both regain our breath. When she pulls back, I cup her face.
“Sorry about your leggings.”
She looks at me and laughs. “No, you’re not.”
I grin and shake my head. “No, I’m not.”