Chapter 32 #3
Then he devours me with his mouth again. Licking and sucking. Pulling me right to the brink with him.
“Okay. Okay.” Toes curling, I tighten my thighs around his face. “I’m right there. Come back.”
He gives my ass a playful bite before leaving me.
I’m both eager for more and unsure how I could possibly take it. He’s all-consuming in the best way, but holy hell, this guy can fuck.
Emmett swoops me up with an arm, his tattoos flexing in the most distracting of ways when he sits up against the headboard and brings me flush to his chest.
“Sit on it, Reese.”
And apparently that’s how I’m going to take it. That commanding tone in his voice could make me do anything right now.
“Do you want to see it from the front or the back?” I ask.
Emmett drops his back with a groan. “Jesus, woman.” He grips the base of his dick in a desperately firm hold. “You’re tempting me to make a fool out of myself here.”
I chuckle, lifting to line myself up with him again, deciding I’d rather see his face when he comes. “You couldn’t make a fool out of yourself if you tried. I think I’m in love with your dick.”
That earns a laugh.
Emmett’s rough hands roam my body, gently caressing every inch of my skin.
Hard and soft.
“I want to feel you take me.” A wide hand presses against my pelvis and that is so stupidly hot to imagine, so I center myself and slowly sink down. “Goddamn,” he breathes. “You’re going to be so full.”
I know he can feel me trembling on his lap. He’s so much deeper in this position.
But still, I fit myself over him, watching as he disappears inside me completely.
“Good God, Emmett. You seriously have the biggest . . .” My eyes meet his to find an arrogant lift of his brow. “Heart.”
His throat protrudes when his head falls back in a hearty laugh, and it might be the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
He’s beautiful. Breathtakingly stunning. And not just the way he looks.
He is good and kind and maybe even mine.
I’m a big fan of his big heart. Both of them.
The shift in the air is evident. Face-to-face like this, it feels even more intimate. There’s more touching. More kissing. More thankful words whispered in my ear about how glad he is to be here. How incredible I feel. How he wants to do this again and again and hoping that I do too.
It’s tender and desperate and still so fucking hot as he pumps into me from below. My hips roll and his hands settle on them to help me find a rhythm.
“Em,” I whisper through shaky breaths.
His eyes flutter shut. “I feel it. You’re going to come, aren’t you?”
I don’t have the oxygen to speak as my body winds itself tight, so I just nod frantically.
“Me too.” His thumb circles my clit with shocking accuracy. “Just keep going. You’re doing so good for me, Reese.”
I do as he says, continuing my cadence, even as my body tightens again in jerky movements. Still, for him, I try not to change anything.
But he’s everywhere.
His hands. His dick. His attention.
It covers me like a blanket, wanting to catch every moment of my release so he can steal the memory for himself.
His chest rattles right in front of me with uneven breaths. His fingertips dig into my hips with so much force I’m sure I’ll get to see myself branded with marks tomorrow.
He gives me one more thrust and I’m a trembling, panting mess. I think I cry out his name. I believe I fall into his chest. My entire body pulses as I come on his cock, exactly the way he told me I was going to.
But what I’m more focused on is the way his eyes can’t leave mine, even when they want to screw shut. He forces them to stay open and on me. He’s so close so I lean forward, kiss the spot under his ear and beg—no—I ask for what I want, knowing he’ll give it to me.
“I really want you to come inside of me.”
“Oh God, Reese. Take it. Fuck, just take it.”
Then he does exactly as I ask of him.
He forcibly holds me down on him. Chants my name. Worships me. Praises me. Then he spills inside of me.
He’s stunning to watch as he works through it. But it’s even more lovely to feel his orgasm for myself.
It’s shockingly intimate, holding him while he finishes.
Emmett is gentle with me as he comes down, this blissed-out expression on his handsome face.
His firm grip loosens on my hips before he tenderly caresses my body. Softly squeezes my breasts. Lays languid kisses across my collarbone.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“Not sure why you’re thanking me when you just fucked me so thoroughly.”
He chuckles against my skin. “Well, thank you for letting me.”
We kiss and come down for a while, and when it feels like the right time, I rise up on my knees.
“No.” Emmett grasps my hips. “Keep it in.”
There’s that commanding voice again that makes me do anything he wants. I sink back onto him, and he sighs when the back of my thighs press to the top of his.
I run my fingers through the hair on his chest. “In case no one has ever told you, you can really fuck.”
He exhales a laugh, our hips moving in slow circles together. “You make it easy. Everything you do turns me on.”
He’s so open with his words. So forthcoming with how he feels about me.
“Speaking of turn-ons.” I run a hand up his neck, cupping his jaw. “I think maybe you should stop wearing your hat at work. And the baseball pants. And running without a shirt. That should stop too.”
He smiles lazily at me. “Is this your way of saying you want to set some ground rules?”
Again, I’m understood without having to ask him to understand.
“Yeah, we should do that. But you’re still inside of me, so I don’t know if it’s the best time for that conversation.”
“Me inside of you is the only way I want to talk about work. In fact, this is the only way I want to conduct any conversations with you going forward.”
I can’t help but lean forward and press my smiling lips to his.
His hips move in an unhurried way, but there’s a clear rhythm that I subtly chase with my own.
“You’re not quitting your job,” I say adamantly. “And I’m not firing you.”
“Yeah. I gathered that.”
“I just don’t know what to do yet.”
He moves my hair behind my ear, the way he does so often. “But you know you want this?”
There’s a pleading glint in his eye as he asks for confirmation.
“I know I want this.”
“Okay. That’s all I need.”
“Okay.”
We’re absent-mindedly rubbing together, but when I shift my hips and ground my sensitive clit against his pelvis, a gasp escapes me.
Emmett’s expression turns a bit wonderstruck as he looks down to the space where we’re connected. His hands are gentle on my hips, slowly guiding me to move with him.
I know he can see the shock on my face too. I thought we were done, but judging how my body is warming, I think I could come again. And with the way I can feel him thickening inside of me, I think he can too.
He picks up an even tempo, but it’s still unhurried. Like an early Sunday morning kind of fuck.
Arm around me, hand cupping my ass, Emmett flips us, putting me on my back. And when his big body drapes over mine again, he moves inside of me until he takes me over the edge again.
This orgasm is a slow, soft ripple through my body. Thank God for that, because I don’t think I could handle one as intense as the first two. I writhe my way through it, riding out the slow wave. It’s a gentle pass and leaves me perfectly satisfied and sated on its way out.
“Yes,” Emmett pants into my ear when he feels my body tighten around his. “I could fucking live between your legs.”
He’s got his arm between me and the mattress, holding me in place as he slowly rolls into me.
“I’m going to come again.” Disbelief is laced in his tone. “I’m gonna co—”
And then he does, small shocks passing through him as he trembles on top of me.
It might be my favorite way I’ve seen him. Unexpected and a bit surprised. Shocked and a bit humbled. An unplanned moment of blinding pleasure all because of how much we want each other.
He falls into me with an exhale, face hiding against my neck. “Thank you,” he repeats.
“You don’t have to keep thanking me.”
“I went a lot of years without knowing you, Reese. I can thank you for finally being here if I want.”
Oh, I am so done for. So utterly gone for him.
He nuzzles against me, so much wonder in his voice when he asks, “What the hell are you doing to me?”
I don’t hesitate. “Hopefully making you mine.”
He lifts to look at me, eyes bouncing between my own. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes. I’d really like to call you mine, Emmett.”
“That’s good.” He kisses me softly. “That’s really good, Reese, because I’ve been yours for quite some time already. I’m glad you finally realized.”