33. Waverly
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
WAVERLY
I t’s too much.
It’s not enough.
It’s overwhelming, and yet I’m desperate for more.
I’ve never felt more confused by my own body, and yet every second is better than the last.
Emmett’s hips snap backward and forward as he uses my mouth the same way I imagine he’ll use my pussy. Every time I swallow around his cock, he lets out a groan that drags me closer and closer to another orgasm despite my last one barely settling.
The buzzing against my clit is almost painful, and yet I’m dangling precariously on the edge of a release that I think may destroy me.
Everything I thought I knew about my body seems to have been wrong, but I’m more than happy for this man to teach me everything he knows if it feels this fucking good.
“I want to come so fucking badly,” he tells me as he pushes forward until my nose rests against him and I’m staring up into his almost black eyes. “But I never want this to end.”
If I could tell him I feel the same, I would. But instead I allow my body to relax into him as the oxygen deprivation begins to register in my mind. Dark spots edge into my vision, but I feel oddly safe in the knowledge that Emmett would never hurt me. Not really, at least. Not in a way I wouldn’t enjoy.
My orgasm crashes over me out of nowhere, as if the lack of air shoved me to the brink, and I’m free-falling as Emmett drags my trembling body off his length.
“Good girl. Fuck, such a good girl for me. Look at you, so pretty when you come for me.”
His words of praise seem far away as I float into the abyss I never knew existed before tonight. It’s peaceful here, the kind of peace I’ve always dreamed of but was sure was a myth, and I give my body over to it.
Even when the vibrations drag me into another orgasm that borders on pain, even when Emmett buries himself back in my throat, and even when I’m so overwhelmed by pleasure and pain that I’m not totally sure what I’m feeling anymore.
It’s not until the vibrator is pulled from my oversensitive pussy and I find myself wrapped in a soft blanket that I realize we’ve moved at all.
When did I stop sucking his cock?
When did I stop coming?
When did he carry me to the bed?
How is it possible I missed so much?
I’ve spent my life alert. Every second of every day, I know what’s happening around me. So how is it possible I’ve allowed myself to let my guard down so low?
“You did so good, baby girl,” Emmett murmurs against my temple. He’s got me bundled in his lap with his entire body wrapped around mine protectively as he brushes his fingers over any bare skin he can reach beneath the blanket.
I blink my eyes open and look up at him, finding a mixture of pride and concern staring back at me.
Out of nowhere he produces a bottle of water and makes quick work of undoing the cap and bringing it to my lips. “Drink some of this for me, Waverly.”
I do as I’m told, my body far too exhausted to do anything other than exactly as he tells me. Who knew it could feel so good to give my power to someone else Who knew I could let go like that?
I take a few sips before shaking my head, earning me a concerned look. “Just a bit more, Little Temptress. Please?”
I nibble at my bottom lip before nodding once and allowing my lips to drop open.
He feeds me a few more sips of water and places it on the nightstand with the lid off, as if he’s going to try to get me to drink some more before long.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Um, good, I think.” My voice is hoarse from his rough treatment. “Kind of like I’m…floating.” I shake my head. I’m not doing the feeling justice at all, but I don’t know how to describe it in any other way.
“Subspace,” he tells me. “Are you sore anywhere? Did I hurt you?” The genuine concern in his voice takes me aback because it’s been so rare in my life for anyone to truly care about me. How is it that a man that has only known me for such a short time can care for me like no one else has in my life?
“No.” I shake my head. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m not in pain.”
“Good.” He brushes his lips along my temple, and I shiver under his touch.
Everything he’s done to me so far has been beyond my wildest dreams, but this is something else entirely. The way he’s holding me is like nothing I’ve ever known, and I’m sad that when I walk out of this room tonight, I may never feel anything like it again.
“Are we going to…” I trail off, my cheeks heating at the words that were about to fall from between my lips.
“Are we going to what, Little Temptress?” he murmurs, amusement clear in his voice.
I shake my head, burying my face in his warm chest to avoid responding. I can’t ask if we’re going to have sex or if we’re done, because I don’t know if I can handle my own reaction if he tells me it’s the latter. Just the thought of leaving has my chest aching and tears welling in my eyes.
“I’m not done with you, if that’s what you’re asking.”
The words send a shiver of need through me, and I’m rewarded with a rough chuckle.
“How are you feeling? A bit more back to yourself?”
I nod. “I think so.”
“That’s good, because I need to be inside you. My cock is aching for you.”
I moan at his filthy words and struggle against the blanket he’s got me wrapped up in. “Please,” I whisper, not trusting my voice to remain even with the lust that washes through me.
In seconds, the blanket is unwrapped, and my back is pressed to the cool silk sheets with Emmett hovering over me.
“I’m desperate to taste you, but I can’t wait. I need to be inside you too fucking badly.”
“Yes,” I gasp as he drags his cock through my folds, tapping it against my throbbing clit.
“Your pussy is so fucking pink and puffy, baby. That vibrator really did a number on you.” His eyes lock on where his cock rests against me, and I lift my head to follow his line of sight.
“Emmett,” I moan. “Please.”
“Your wish is my command, Sweet Temptress.” He lifts his hips and seats himself at my entrance.
“Condom?” I whisper.
“We’re both clean, baby. I checked the records earlier, and you’re on the pill, are you not?”
I nod, unsure how he could possibly know that, but before I have the chance to ask, he sinks into me in one thrust, tearing the breath straight from my lungs and making me forget what my question even was.
He holds himself to the hilt for long seconds, and I realize I’m holding my breath as he stretches me to my limit. “Fuck, Waverly,” he murmurs against my shoulder. He presses kisses along every piece of skin he can reach. “You feel like heaven.”
“I need you to move.” I shift my hips. “Please, Sir. Please move.” I need more. I need everything he has to offer as his cock overwhelms me.
“You got it, baby,” he whispers as he pushes himself up onto his heels and lifts both my legs to his shoulder, allowing him to sink deeper.
A cry escapes my throat as he thrusts in short strokes, his cock pressing against my G-spot while his pelvis hits my clit so perfectly, I’m already about to fly off the edge into another orgasm. Except this one I’m certain will ruin me.
“I’m not going to last, Waverly. Your pussy feels too fucking good pulsing around me I can barely see straight.” He drops one of his hands from around my thighs and circles my clit with enough pressure to drive me wild. “I need you to come, baby. I need to feel you milking my cock.”
I nod, unable to form a single word, let alone a sentence, as his deep strokes stoke the flames in my core. “So close.”
“I know, baby. I can feel you pulsing around me,” he groans, his grip on my legs tightening as he thickens inside me. “Come for me, Waverly. Come all over my cock.”
And as if his words are all I needed to drag me over the edge, I tumble into an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life and effectively ruins me for every single man that will come after him.
The scream that tears from my throat is so rough that I’m almost certain I won’t have a voice in the morning, and my entire body is overwhelmed with pleasure.
Tears fall against my cheeks as he fills me with thick ropes of cum, marking me as his, even if it’s just for the night. Emmett’s moans mingle with mine until it’s a symphony of pleasure in this private room in the middle of a sex club.
I’ve never allowed a guy to come inside me because I was terrified of getting pregnant, but fuck, have I been missing out. There’s something about his cock pulsing inside me that takes my breath away.
But this can’t happen again.
Emmett is a complication I can’t afford to entertain, and even if he wasn’t, I’m hardly the kind of woman a priest would want any kind of lasting relationship with.
When I walk out of here tonight, it will be without any hope of a repeat performance.