Chapter 20 – Emmett
Chapter Twenty
EMMETT
W alking into the house had been a little bit of a blur, trying to calm myself from being alone with her in my house while at the same time trying to tell myself that I should just let her leave. It had been a while since I’ve been out. A while since I’ve come into this bar as a single man without a care in the world. Now I was a man with a daughter, who was right at that instant at home with the woman I’ve been doing nothing but aching to feel against me. It was beyond frustrating, to the point where I would look forward to the weekends so I wouldn’t feel like I was standing on a tightrope in the middle of the Grand Canyon, knowing I would plummet down with just one push or touch.
She stands with me in my bedroom, a place where, besides Lucy, no one but me has entered, and now her. The minute I got the sweater for her and called her name was the same minute that I knew that nothing would be the same. Then add in she puts her hands on me, my mouth on hers, her tongue mixed with mine. It’s almost as if it’s game over for me. Her hand flutters over my neck and then into my hair.
“Fuck,” I hiss, fighting it all, trying to fight it back. Then she turns her face to the side, and I see her neck, her perfect fucking neck. My mouth moves down to her jaw and then to her neck. My tongue trails the path to the part where I can feel her heart beating. Where I can feel it’s beating as fast as mine. Where I can’t help but to suck in her skin. “You make me want to do things to you that I shouldn’t even think about,” I finally admit. The words come out, and I’m so lost in her that I can’t stop them. I don’t know if I even want to stop them. I bite her, wanting her to step away from me, needing her to put a stop to this insanity.
She takes a deep inhale, and I’m waiting for the words fuck off to come out of her mouth. Instead, she looks me dead in the eyes and says the two words I’ve longed for her to say to me. “Show me.”
That is all she needs to say, all the permission I need. Gone is the doubt, and in its place is the need and lust that follows it. I grip her hips in my hands, turning her and pushing her onto my bed. Lilah in my bed is a gift I will never understand. My hands move to push up her T-shirt at the same time as I pull her bra cup down, wishing the lights in my room were on so I could see everything and take it into my memory. All I have is the moonlight streaming in the three big bay windows around the bedroom. My fingers roll her nipple right before her back arches and my mouth latches on to her. As her back arches up, her soft moans now fill the room. Her hand goes to the back of my neck as she puts a foot down on my bed and then pushes up to get more of her nipple into my mouth. Her body is on fire, and when I look up at her, I see her head is in the bed, and her neck is also arching. I twirl my tongue around her nipple before I suck it back into my mouth, my hand pushing the other side of her shirt up and pulling both cups down. Her T-shirt sits on the top of her tits while her bra pushes them up. My mouth moves from one nipple to the next one. I bite down this time before sucking it into my mouth, my cock straining to get out and into her. I move up between her legs, my mouth covering hers as I kiss her.
“Emmett,” she says my name as she brings the other leg up and wraps it around my hip. My cock rubs right where it wants to be buried. Her gasp comes out in a moan. “Emmett.” She pushes herself into me more.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” I urge her softly, taking her head in my hands as I kiss her face. Her hands go to my hips as she grips me so I don’t move. “Tell me what you need from me.” My eyes search hers, and for a moment, I want to give her everything I have. For a moment, I want to be stuck in this time and never escape from it. For a moment, I want to believe I deserve to have it all.
“You don’t want to hear it.” Her voice is almost a whisper as she roams a hand up my back. “You aren’t ready to hear it.” She wraps the other leg around my other hip. “But for tonight, I want you to show me what I do to you.” She kisses my jaw and then nips it. “Show me how I drive you crazy.” She doesn’t give me a chance to touch on her words. Instead, she leans up and is leading the kiss this time. At the same time, her hands push up my shirt to feel the ridges of my back.
I move to the side of her. “Move your leg, Lilah.” I hold myself up by my elbow as she moves her leg around my waist out of the way. I slide one hand under her neck, my mouth crashing down on hers as the other hand finds her nipple, softly rolling it between my fingers right and left. The kiss becomes more frantic as I move from one nipple to the other. My hand roams down her stomach. My fingertips drag down on her skin toward the waist of her pants. I work the button open, the whole time my head screaming I shouldn’t be doing this, but then my heart, my heart wins out and tells me—just for tonight—I can get a taste of her.
I devour her mouth as the sound of her zipper fills the room, along with the heavy breathing that comes out of her when I let her mouth go. “Take off your pants,” I instruct her, and I watch as she lifts her hips off the bed and shimmies them down her legs. My breath catches in my throat as I see her kick off the jeans and then lie there in just her white lace panties. She’s been in my dreams, and I thought it was heaven, but nothing, and I mean nothing, is like the real thing. “I’ve thought about this moment.” My finger slips into the waistband of her panties, her stomach contracting, and my finger slides lower and finds her wet for me. “You’re wet.” I put my forehead on hers, wanting to see her eyes when I finally slip my finger into her. My finger glides over her clit and then down before it slides into her. Her eyes go half-mast at the same time a moan escapes me. “Fuck, Lilah,” I grit between clenched teeth as she raises her hips to meet my finger. “You’re fucking tight.” She bends one hand and links her fingers with mine that are around her shoulder.
“More,” she urges me.
“You want more of my fingers?” I ask and she nods, and another finger slides into her. “Greedy pussy.” I bite her lower lip as my fingers fuck her twice. Then I pull out, moving my wet fingers up to her clit and rub it side to side. Her breath hitches. “Yeah, sweetheart,” I say as she opens her legs wider, then her hand leaves my fingers and moves her panties to the side to give me more room to finger-fuck her. “Dirty girl,” I tease her, “such a dirty fucking girl.” I suck her tongue into my mouth at the same time I finger-fuck her. She lets go of my mouth to pant.
“Oh my God,” she murmurs, closing her eyes, her hips moving with my fingers, bucking harder and harder when she surges up.
“Emmett,” I remind her, and she opens her eyes. “When you come, you say my fucking name.” Her pussy gets tighter and tighter. The rope I’ve been holding on to snaps. In one swift movement, my face is smashed into her pussy, my mouth sucking her clit. “You come in my mouth and all over my tongue like a good girl.”
“Emmett.” Her hand comes out, and her nails rake over my scalp before she pulls my hair. “I’m going to?—”
“Yeah, you are,” I say as my tongue slides in with my fingers, and I finally curl my fingers on her G-spot. Her hips buck right off my bed. The only thing on there are her shoulders as she grinds her pussy on my face and comes right on my tongue like I told her to. “That’s my girl.” I slide my tongue out of her pussy and up to her clit. “But you can do better than that.” I nibble at her clit, feeling her riding out the orgasm, but then feel her building back up. “Now I want you to come again.” I watch her eyes half hooded as she looks down at me. “Right on my fingers, baby.” I use my thumb to press down on the top of her clit while my tongue flicks under it from side to side. “I can’t even move my finger in you. You are so tight, baby.”
“Emmett,” she squeaks, and her hips move up, and then she grinds them side to side as she comes again. I finger-fuck her relentlessly, not giving up when she tries to back away from my touch. “Sensitive.”
“I don’t care,” I growl between clenched teeth. “I want another one.” I suck her into my mouth. “Be a good girl, and give me another one.”
“I can’t.” She is almost crying. “I don’t think I can.”
“Yes, you can,” I assure her. “You can do anything. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had,” I say as I run my fingers over her G-spot. “I need you to give me one more.” I play with her clit at the same time as her G-spot, and I know she’s going nuts because she’s pulling out my hair. “Give me what I need, Lilah.”
“Always, I’ll always give you what you need,” she pants as she comes on my fingers yet again, this time soaking me. I move my fingers in her as she rides out the wave. When her hips go slack, and her legs fall to the sides, I slowly kiss my way up to her stomach, to the middle of her chest, and then to her neck, my mouth aiming for hers.
She kisses me, not even caring that she’s all over my mouth. Her kiss is as needy as it was before I made her come for me three times. “Now you can rest.” I turn to the side, and she buries her face in my neck, and I close my eyes for just a second.
The next time I open my eyes, the sunlight is streaming into the room. I feel heat curled into me from the side and a heavy feeling on my stomach. When I look down, I see her hair on my chest. Lilah. The memories of last night come back like a roller coaster that just let go at the top.
My heart speeds up even more when I close my eyes, and all I can see is her face when she comes. I’ve done stupid things in my life, so many fucking stupid things, but this takes the cake.
There is no way I will ever forget what she feels like around me. There is no way I can forget what she tastes like on my tongue. There is no way that, from this day on, I will not be living in my own personal hell. A hell I deserve. A hell I belong in. A hell I was destined for when I took my very first breath; I just didn’t know it.