Chapter 32 #2
“Yes. Yes, yes. I learned from the best.” I truly don’t think I’ve begged for anything in my life. If I want something, I just do it myself. But there’s no way I could make myself feel as good as he’s making me.
“Sounds lovely coming from you, but you don’t have to beg, Reese. You ask for anything from me, and you’ll get it. Understand?”
“Will you make me come?”
His answer is silent and comes in the form of two fingers rimming my entrance. He flicks a rhythmic pattern with his tongue that makes me boneless, but when he adds those fingers, slipping them into my pussy, he has me shaking.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry, trying to writhe against the bed but unable to move with the hold he has on me.
He strokes. He licks. He moans against me, and I fall right over the edge, coming on his tongue.
It’s an unnerving high. A peak I’ve never been to. It steals my breath. It momentarily takes my vision. There’s no restraint in my sounds or the way my body fights to move.
It’s utter bliss.
Tight muscles untwine themselves as I settle back into the bed. The fog begins to clear, and when I look down between my legs, I find Emmett staring at me. Awe and wonder etched on his handsome face.
“I thought I was only going to get to see that once in my life. Thank God that wasn’t true.” Then he licks his lips to clean up the shine, but I still see myself glistening in his beard.
Emmett sits up on knees and the bulge in his suit pants is impossible to ignore. It’s as if hearing me, watching me, and tasting me are the sole reasons he’s about to bust behind that zipper.
I sit up, my naked body to his clothed, and stroke my hand right over the front of his pants.
“You are awfully good at that,” I tell him, laying hot kisses against his stomach, placing them right over the buttons on his shirt. “Thank you.”
He sinks his fingers into my hair, groaning when I dip to kiss below his belt.
“Don’t thank me. I think that was as much for me as it was for you.”
I squeeze his length.
“Fuck, Reese.” He tosses his head back. “I almost came when you did.”
“Glad you didn’t.” I fall back onto the bed, putting myself on full display for him again. “I’m going to need you to come inside of me this time, and I don’t mean my mouth.”
The pure agony on this man’s face could almost be qualified as entertaining when he screws his eyes shut. “I need to get inside of you before you keep saying shit like that.”
Hands around my waist, he shifts his hips forward in one languid thrust, his erection hitting my swollen, sensitive core. As if he were testing what it’s going to feel like when he finally fucks me.
“Fuck, we’re going to be perfect.” Then he gently smacks my pussy before climbing off the bed.
Confident is the only word I can think of to describe him.
Confident in the way he knows he can please me.
Confident in the way he knows exactly what he wants.
Confident in the way he holds such intense eye contact with me as he unfastens his belt.
I’ve seen him before. I’ve had him in my mouth. But this proud display he’s putting on steals all my attention. As if he’s proud to show me himself. Proud that he’s the one I’m with.
There’s no arrogance in his movements. Just a solid assurance of knowing he’s right where he should be.
With me.
“I know I probably sound like a broken record.” His eyes wander over my splayed body as he drops his shirt to the floor. “But I have been dreaming of this.”
“Me too, Em.”
“Yeah?” That comes with the release of the button and zipper on his pants. “Show me.”
My eyes flash with heat and they only blow out even more when he drops his pants, leaving him in only his boxer briefs.
“Show me, Reese. Show me what you do when you’re dreaming of me.”
Eyes locked on him, I bring my hand between my legs.
His smile turns wicked at the sight. “What do you dream about?”
“You. On top of me. Inside of me.”
He hums, joining me at the edge of the bed, standing over me as I touch myself. He gently strokes my hair and cheek as he watches my fingers rub circles over my clit.
“What do you think about?” I ask.
My eyes land on his erection, so close to my face as he stands over me.
He rubs his other palm over my belly, smoothing down to join my hand between my legs. “Drowning myself in this. You sitting on my cock. You sitting on my face. Really just you sitting anywhere on me kind of does it for me.”
Chuckling, I stroke a hand over his bulge. “I want to sit on this.”
“Yeah?”
I nod innocently before reaching into his briefs and pulling out his dick.
“You can do anything you want with that.”
It’s thick, angry, and swollen around the head. And as I’m lying on the bed with him over me, I slip my lips over the crown and take him into my mouth.
“Yes, Reese.” He strokes my hair tenderly. “You’re so good to me.”
I keep my mouth open, keep my throat unlocked for him to use me. But he doesn’t use me like that. He rocks his hips slowly. Gently. Languidly. Pushing himself against the inside of my cheek. Teasing himself just enough. In and out. In and out.
He rubs his fingers over my clit in pace with his easy thrusts and holy hell. Just seeing him keep this kind of control is so much hotter than I assumed it could be.
The restraint. The testing himself. Why is this doing it for me?
Then again, everything about Emmett does it for me.
My hips chase his circling fingers, ready to come again, and as if he can read my mind, he stops. He pulls himself out of my mouth, wraps his hand around my throat, and bends down to kiss me roughly.
“Not yet,” he says against my lips. “Your next orgasm will be around my cock. Understood?”
I nod.
“That’s my good girl.” He punctuates that with one more deep kiss. “You’re going to be good for me all night.”
Emmett sheds his boxer briefs, adding them to the pile on the floor before climbing onto the bed with me. He sits on his heels between my spread legs, stunning naked body proudly showing off. Thick cock jutting out and pointing right at me.
He lifts my foot to his mouth, placing a kiss there before he unbuckles my heel, tossing it to the floor, joined a second later by the other one.
He crawls up my body, once again getting his lips anywhere they can reach.
Like there’s no place on my body that’s better to kiss than the next. It all needs equal attention.
And it’s tender and possessive and bossy all at once. Like he’s lovingly marking me as his.
Hard and soft.
But the only thing I can feel is hard. Solid, throbbing, and thick pressed against my hip as he lies next to me.
“I’m on birth control.”
He drops his head to my shoulder with a groan. “Are you asking me to fuck you bare, Reese?”
“No,” I say breathlessly. “I’m telling you to. I want to feel you when you come inside of me.”
His cock pulses against my hipbone.
“Please, Emmett. I need you.”
His eyes bounce between mine, nodding quickly to agree. Then he kisses me in the most tender of ways. Exploring my mouth. Taking his time.
His hands move at the same pace. As if we have all the time in the world.
But I’m burning up with need.
I open my legs. He fits himself between my thighs. He keeps most of his weight off me, leaning on his forearms on either side of my head, but still, it’s this delicious comfort having his heavy body covering mine.
He grabs a pillow, ushering me to lift my head, smiling down at me as he tucks it underneath. “For my pillow princess.”
I exhale a laugh, but it dies as soon the head of his cock grazes my entrance.
“There’s no going back after this,” he reminds me, watching for my reaction to the news.
“Good.” I lean up and press my mouth to his. “I only want to go forward with you.”
His eyes blaze this warm brown, as if that’s the only thing he needed to hear.
Between us, I reach down and line him up to my entrance.
There are no other words that need to be said, so with his eyes on me, Emmett tilts his hips and pushes in.
Slowly at first. Just the tip. Then the blunt head. He pulls out and pushes in again, feeding me another inch. He continues that torturous but needed cycle.
His strong body is shaking above me. Muscles tight. Sweat beaded along his forehead. Taking all his restraint to not just slide home.
But he’s big. Overwhelmingly big. And I’m thankful for the slow stretch.
“I can take it, Em.” He steals my breath with his next thrust. “Give it to me.”
With my nails scratching along the skin of his back, he groans this desperate sound as he gives me that final push.
I tremble below him. “Oh my God.”
His forehead drops to my shoulder, holding me firmly. “Don’t move, baby,” he grits out. “Just. Fuck, you feel incredible. Just give me a second.”
I’m thankful for the pause. Even though he was the one who asked for it, I need it too.
I’m profoundly full. And it feels profoundly right.
Emmett eases his hips back before pushing forward, testing himself. Testing me. And when I lift to rub against him and meet him in pace, I feel his feral smile spread against the skin of my neck where his face is hiding.
Then he moves, his tempo picking up slowly. We find a rhythm together. I grasp at him frantically. He rocks his hips into me. We share breaths and kisses and curses.
A quick, needy ache builds low in my belly as we join together. As we move together.
The sound in the room is a mix of panting breaths and pounding skin, so I decide to add, “I’ve never been fucked like this,” out loud for him to hear.
It was supposed to be just a realization I was going to internalize, but I’m glad I didn’t.
Because Emmett whimpers at my confession, head dropping to my sternum to place a few humble kisses there. “I’ll fuck you however you want, Reese. Whenever you want. Please just let me.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “Just like this. This is perfect.”
He continues to thrust into me, snapping his hips, until suddenly he pulls out and leaves me empty. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Yes.”
“No.” He slides down between my legs. “I need you with me.”