19. Pearl
Pearl
Iran as fast as I could to my room, my heart pounding because I knew Emerson wouldn’t have the patience to wait. It also gave me a burst of excitement, especially when I could hear her footsteps following me.
As soon as I got to my room, I dug through the closet to find the carefully hidden flannel. I quickly shed everything else and put only that on before I perched myself on the edge of my bed just a few moments before Emerson entered.
She froze in surprise at the door, wide-eyed as she took in what I was wearing. There was so much I wanted to say. To explain.
But instead, I took it all in. Her expression. The way she walked toward me like she was hypnotized. The way the air between us crackled.
Desire swelled desperately inside of me, my cunt already throbbing from the bit of play we already had.
But Emerson did something that completely floored me. Her knees hit the floor with a thump. Her hands grasped my thighs, forcing them open and around her. I let out a gasp as my hands traveled up her bare thighs.
For the second time, Emerson was kneeling in front of me. And this time, I felt even more powerful.
“All this for me?” she asked, her voice thick with desire. “Makes me not want to punish you.”
“You weren’t the only person who kept things,” I murmured.
Her fingers traveled up my thighs until they were right at my cunt. They moved in slow motion, her eyes never leaving mine.
“It’s always been for you,” I said breathlessly. “My body.” I let out a moan as her fingers found my clit. Slowly, she started working me up again, her skilled fingers rubbing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“My mind,” I added.
I let out a deep moan when she sunk two fingers into my sopping wet cunt. She pumped slowly, a switch-up from our usual unrestrained sex.
It was more intimate. I was there, spread out in front of her, but she wanted to take her time. She was… enjoying me. Us.
“My heart,” I finally said.
Her other hand came up to continue rubbing circles on my clit.
I threw my head back, my hips giving small jerks as pleasure built up inside me.
The flannel fell off my shoulders, giving her perfect access to my breast, which she took advantage of when she pulled a nipple into her mouth, giving it small, feather-like sucks that had me arching into her.
But it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more.
“I want to fuck you,” I panted.
She bit down on my nipple, pulling a yelp from me. When she pulled away, playfulness lit her features, and it took my breath away to see her so unrestrained.
“Let me treat my pretty girl right, and maybe I’ll consider it.” My cunt squeezed around her fingers at those words. “So impatient,” she tsked and sped up her pace. “You offer yourself to me on a platter like this and expect me not to fuck you?”
“I want to worship you,” I forced out as her hand slammed into my cunt. I was losing the will to keep trying to convince her, my mind and body submerging into the hot, unrelenting pleasure she was pulling from me. “Show you exactly what I wanted to do all those years ago.”
She paused her assault, and I lunged forward to take her face in my hands. I nipped the bottom of her lip.
“How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?”
I pulled her onto my bed gently. She came with no fuss, letting me push her onto the soft mattress and straddle her.
“I never wanted anyone but you to touch me,” she murmured, her breath catching as my fingers dipped under her shirt.
“Give in to me,” I whispered, lowering my voice. “Let me be in control here.”
I loved seeing her react to me. It gave me a sense of confidence I’d never felt before.
She leaned up to help me take her shirt off, and I took my time kissing down her throat and lingering on her breasts, showing each of them some love.
When my teeth grazed her nipple, she let out a low groan.
“I’ve never given over control.”
“But for me?” I asked, looking up at her.
She didn’t respond, so I decided to kick things up a notch.
“Do you like it rough?” I asked and pulled her nipple back into my mouth to bite down on it. “Or sweet?” I dragged my tongue across her chest.
She shuddered underneath me, then arched, her body begging for what her mouth wouldn’t dare.
“You’re in control, Pearl. I’ll let you decide.”
I saw how her hands dug into the sheet as she said that. How her jaw clenched. She was holding herself back.
Even so, it excited me. Pride and confidence flushed through my soul, and I found myself moving without worrying about what I looked like. Or if I would mess up.
She gave me control.
I kept my eyes on her while I teased her nipple. Her stomach rippled below me. Her breathing quickened.
“I think you deserve a little sweetness,” I whispered against her skin as I dragged myself down her body.
She helped me take off her pants, and it wasn’t long before I was between her legs, looking at her glistening cunt.
“Don’t just stare at it,” she said in a choked voice. “Do something.”
In another life, her words might have hit my pride, but I saw it for what it was. She couldn’t hide from me.
Not when her cunt was just begging for me to taste it.
So I did. And this time, I wanted to make up for my failure last time.
I teased her clit with my tongue while I sank two fingers into her. Her taste burst on my tongue, addictive and sweet. Her satisfied sigh had heat coiling in my belly.
I started pumping into her, remembering that, while I was choosing to be gentle, she needed a bit more force than I did. When I ran my teeth against her clit, she jerked against me, her low groan telling me I was doing it right this time.
I desperately wanted to watch her, but I had a job to do.
I put everything I had into it. I picked up the pace and entered a third finger into her, which had her cursing my name under her breath.
I quite liked how it sounded.
If I could give her even an ounce of the pleasure she’d given me, I’d be satisfied. But when I sucked on her clit hard enough to hurt her and she arched up from the bed, I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
I looked up, my heart stopping in my chest when I caught sight of her.
She was still arched, a light sheen of sweat coating her skin. Her eyes were shut, her mouth open as pleasure coursed through her.
I committed it to memory. The way her head was tilted back, showing the strong column of her throat. Her chest rising and falling in a broken rhythm.
Just when I thought I couldn’t keep up the pounding of my hand into her cunt, she started to convulse around me. I didn’t dare slow down. Not when I was so close.
I’m going to make Emerson come this time. I want her to scream my name.
“Oh fuck, Pearl, just like that… Shit!”
As the final trick, I curled my fingers inside her. Wetness burst against my mouth, neck, and chest. Emerson thrashed against me, her body seemingly fighting her orgasm even as I was pulling it from her.
Or maybe it was her mind. Maybe there was a wall up that was stopping her from orgasming.
Whatever it was, I was going to break through it.
I ran my teeth against her clit again, and she let out a high-pitched whine. Something I’d never heard from her before.
And then it happened. Her cunt started pulsing around me. She froze. The moan that was torn from her sounded painful and relieved all at once.
“Fuck—Pearl.”
There it is.
Her orgasm lasted long. Wave after wave pulsed around my fingers, and I did my best to coax more out, massaging the spot that was making her thighs shake around me.
I had never felt more powerful than I did in that moment. I pulled away to watch as she sank into my bed. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at the ceiling in a daze.
I let out a laugh.
“Not half bad, huh—”
I was cut off by Emerson pushing herself up and lunging at me, hands and mouth crazed as she started to explore my body.
When she sank her teeth into the side of my neck, I let out a startled moan.
“You’re going to make a needy monster out of me,” she groaned against my skin as her fingers found my clit.
My giggle turned into a moan as she filled me with two fingers and hooked them, much like I had done to her.
I grabbed her face with both hands.
“Payback,” I said with a smile, looking into her hazel eyes, which seemed so unguarded in the moment. “You’ve ruined me. This need for you… It’s never going away.”
A dangerous smirk pulled at her lips.
“Good.”