25. Ember
EMBER
The night it finally happens, it’s not planned. I just can’t take anymore foreplay, and I don’t think Sully can either. I slip out of bed around midnight and walk down the hall to his room. The door is closed this time, and I hesitate for half a second, then open it quietly and step inside.
Sully is awake, sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, the sheet low on his hips.
The lamp is on low, casting warm light across his chest and abs.
He looks up when I close the door, eyes dark, like he’s been waiting for me.
I don’t say anything, I just walk over, climb onto the bed, and straddle his lap.
His hands go to my waist immediately, pulling me closer. “Hey there.”
“I’m ready. I want you,” I whisper against his mouth. “All of you, tonight.”
He searches my eyes for a moment, then kisses me, deep, filthy, full of everything we’ve been holding back.
His hands slide under my T-shirt, pulling it off, leaving me completely bare on his lap.
He groans at the sight, hands cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples until they’re tight and aching.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing down my neck and across my collarbone. He takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, his tongue flicking over the peak while his hand palms the other, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I arch into him, a soft moan escaping my lips.
I rock against him, feeling how hard he is through his briefs, the thick length pressing right against my bare pussy. The friction is perfect. I moan into his mouth, grinding harder, chasing that feeling again.
He flips us suddenly, pinning me beneath him, kissing down my body, breasts, stomach, hips, until he’s between my legs. He eats me like a man starved, tongue fucking me, sucking my clit hard, two fingers pumping deep and steady while I moan his name, my thighs shaking around his head.
When I come, it’s with a broken cry, my back arching off the bed.
He crawls back up, kissing me so I can taste myself on his tongue. He pulls his briefs off, rolls a condom on, then settles between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asks, voice rough, eyes locked on mine.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Fuck me, Sully, please.”
He pushes in slowly at first, inch by inch, stretching me, filling me completely. The feeling is overwhelming, full, deep, and perfect. When he bottoms out, he groans, his forehead pressed to mine.
“Fuck, Em.” He starts moving, slow and deep at first, then harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. I wrap my legs around him, nails digging into his back, moaning his name as he fucks me deeper, hitting that spot inside me over and over.
“That’s it,” he growls, biting my neck. “Take my cock like a good girl. You feel so fucking good.”
I come hard, clenching around him, crying out his name as the orgasm crashes through me. He doesn’t stop, he fucks me through it, harder, deeper, until he comes with a low groan, burying himself deep inside me.
Wow.
I can’t believe that just happened. I was expecting to feel guilt or something, but all I feel is how right it felt and how fucking good it was.
He gets up and disposes of the condom, and I watch his toned bare butt walk over to his bathroom, then watch him walk back, his dick bobbing in front of him as he struts confidently in his skin.
I lick my lips. He’s so hot, and I don’t understand how he wants to be with me when he literally can have anyone because of who he is.
He jumps back into bed and pulls me into his chest, and we are nearly nose-to-nose, still naked.
“You okay?” he whispers.
I nod, curling into his chest, feeling safer and more complete than I have in years.
“I’m perfect.”
He smiles, that sweet, genuine smile that makes my stomach flip, and kisses my forehead. “Good, because that was incredible. You’re incredible.” He pulls me closer, one hand rubbing slow circles on my back. “Fuck, this feels right having you back in my arms again.”
His words are sweet, and they make my chest tighten, and that scares me.
Is he looking at me like we could have a future together?
I shake my head, no, he’s a complete playboy.
He’s just helping me out, we’re friends.
I’m not ready for another relationship, not yet anyway.
I’m still unsure if I want to get married again, and kids?
I don’t know if they will be in my cards, because I feel like I’ve left it too late.
I’m not sure of any of the things I used to dream about.
I just got my life back. I want to focus on Sullivan Black Designs.
And I want to focus on me. Too much of my life has been wrapped up in a man.
I don’t say any of that tonight because selfishly, I don’t want to stop what we have.
I just kiss him softly and let him hold me until I fall asleep in his arms.
From that night on, it becomes every night. I creep into his room after Cassidy goes to bed, and he’s always waiting for me. The sex is addictive, filthy, passionate, transformative. He teaches me things I never knew I needed, pushing my boundaries in the best way.
One night he ties my hands to the headboard with his tie.
I’m completely at his mercy, arms stretched above my head, wrists bound, completely naked and spread open for him.
The silk tie is soft but firm, and the way he looks at me, like I’m his favorite meal, makes my pussy throb with anticipation.
He kneels between my legs, hands spreading my thighs wider, and just looks at me for a long moment.
Afterward, he unties me, kissing my wrists gently, pulling me into his arms. I fall asleep in his arms, feeling owned and cherished and completely satisfied. But deep down, I know this can’t last forever.
Another night he wakes me up with his mouth between my legs.
I stir slowly, still half-asleep, feeling the most delicious warmth and wetness between my thighs.
Sully is there, under the sheets, his broad shoulders holding my legs open as he licks me with lazy, thorough strokes, slow and deep, like he has all the time in the world to savor me.
The night after that, I wake up to the feeling of his cock sliding into me from behind.
I’m still half-asleep, on my side, when I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, then pushing in slow and deep, stretching me open.
His hand is clamped over my mouth, muffling my gasp as he bottoms out with a low groan.
He takes what he needs and when he’s finished, he kisses the back of my neck, his hand still over my mouth as I tremble in his arms. When he finally pulls out, he turns me to face him, kissing me softly.
“Fuck I love fucking you,” he murmurs against my lips.
I fall back asleep in his arms, body buzzing, already thinking about the next time.
We start experimenting more, and I’ve never been this kinky in my life.
One night he brings out a blindfold. He ties it gently around my eyes, plunging me into darkness, then spends what feels like hours worshipping my body with his mouth and hands.
Every touch is heightened, every lick, suck, and stroke sends sparks through me.
When he finally slides into me, I’m so sensitive I come almost immediately, sobbing his name as he fucks me slow and deep, whispering how beautiful I look when I fall apart for him.
Another night he brings toys, a small vibrator he presses against my clit while he fucks me from behind. The combination is overwhelming. I come so hard I see stars, clenching around him as he growls filthy praise in my ear.
I discover I love being on top. I love straddling him, sinking down onto his thick cock, taking him deep while he grips my hips and looks up at me like I’m a goddess.
I ride him hard, grinding my clit against him, loving the way he groans my name, the way his fingers dig into my ass, the way he tells me how beautiful I look bouncing on his cock, how perfect my tits look when I arch my back.
“Fuck, Em,” he groans, voice wrecked. “You look so good riding me. So fucking sexy. Take what you need, baby. Use my cock.”
I come like that, grinding down on him, crying out as the orgasm crashes through me. He follows soon after, hands tight on my hips, thrusting up into me as he fills the condom.
I also love when he bends me over the bed. He fucks me hard from behind, one hand fisted in my hair, pulling just right as he pounds into me. The angle is perfect, hitting that spot inside me repeatedly until I’m moaning into the mattress, coming so hard my legs shake.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he growls, slapping my ass lightly. “Taking my cock so deep. This pussy was made for me. Come on, baby. Come all over my dick.”
I’ve never had sex like this.
I’ve never felt so desired, so wanted, so alive.
I’m happy.
But I know this is temporary.