23. Thad #2
Fuck, yeah, this was how I wanted to wake up every morning.
Scratch that, I wanted to wake up with Emerson pinning me to the bed, with a hard-on, and the right to roll her over and fuck her.
The day would come, but that day wasn’t today.
We still had too much to talk about. The day I’d slide into her again would be the day she recognized she’s mine again.
The day she acknowledged that one day soon she’d be my wife. But not a day sooner .
Last night I got her to agree to give us a shot, but until I fully believe she’s on board I’m holding myself back.
Not my heart, not my emotions, but my body.
I knew we were good in that department. Sex with Emmy was explosive.
She was dynamite in bed, gave world-class head, and would take as many orgasms as I could give her and beg for more.
The woman could wear me out and often had. Best I’d ever had, without a doubt.
So knowing all of that, us being off-the-charts compatible in bed, I needed to work on all the other shit, like making sure her head was in a good place.
Yesterday sucked for her, seeing her sister again for the first time and Autumn being who she was now, was going to fuck with Emerson.
Especially after she got a good night’s sleep and had some time to dwell on it.
Fucking my woman was going to have to wait.
And that sucked because right then with a hard-on and Emerson’s tits snug against my chest, her sexy-as-all-get-out leg cocked up, I really wanted to claim my girl and remind her of all the ways we were great together.
All it would take was a small amount of maneuvering and she’d be perched on my dick and I’d be in heaven.
Emerson’s hand started roaming my chest and I fought the urge to toss my good intentions out the window.
“Never thought I’d have this again,” she murmured. “Thought I’d lost you forever.”
“Babe.”
“If this is a dream, I never want to wake up. I’d rather live in this dream with you forever than wake up and be alone. That would be the worst kind of torture.”
Fuck. She was killing me.
Her leg started to move closer to my crotch and I had to put a stop to it. I reached down and caught her bare thigh, blatantly remembering she was wearing shorts. My hand on her exposed skin made my dick throb. This was not going well.
“Emerson,” I groaned.
“Thank you for forgiving me.”
Goddamn, I couldn’t take it.
With Emerson’s leg still in my grasp, I rolled us so she was under me and I fit into the cradle of her hips. One hand in her hair, the other moving from her thigh to her face, I locked her in place.
Her gaze settled on mine and I was lost.
“Fuck, but I missed your pretty eyes,” I told her.
“I dreamed about them. About how they looked sleepy like they do now, how they looked—full of need and want when I was fucking you. But mostly I dreamed of the way they looked when I did something sweet, and they got soft. I always knew how much you loved me, just by the way you looked at me.”
“Thaddeus,” she whispered on a slow blink.
“Kiss me good morning so we can get up,” I told her.
“Get up?”
The surprise on her face was cute as hell.
“Yeah, babe, get up. We have shit to plan and the sooner that happens the better.”
“Get up?” she repeated. “But…”
Emerson wiggled under me instead of voicing what she wanted. I ground down, making sure there was no doubt I wanted her.
“Soon, a gápi mou. ”
“But—”
“Make no mistake, I want so badly to claim what’s been denied for a decade.
I want to so fucking much my dick is weeping.
But we’re gonna wait. I promise you it will be worth it.
So kiss me, Emmy, so I can get up, get in the shower, stroke my dick while I think about how good it’s gonna be, then we can get downstairs, get some food, and plan how we’re gonna make you safe. ”
“Stroke your dick,” she repeated.
That was pure Emerson, the hitch in her voice, the sexy, husky tone. She’d totally gotten off knowing I used to jerk off thinking about her.
“Yeah, Emmy. You think that’s changed? Years, baby, I’ve stroked myself off thinking about you.
You’re my best fantasy, the best reality, thinking about you never failed to get me off.
Countless times I’ve laid in bed thinking about your mouth, how you moved on top of me, how snug and hot your pussy feels when I fill you up.
And the best part of all of that, when my hand was wrapped around my dick and I was jerking myself off, was knowing the images that were playing out in my mind were real. ”
Sometime during my admission, Emerson’s hips started moving and she was rubbing herself against my hard-on.
I leaned forward, bypassed her mouth, and went for her neck.
My mouth hit the soft skin of her throat and my tongue came out, getting the first taste of my woman in a really long fucking time.
Emerson tilted her head back, giving me better access, and I took it.
Licking my way up to her ear I stopped and whispered, “Can you get yourself off like this, Emmy?”
She nodded then answered, “Yeah.”
“Then take it, baby.”
My hips moved with her as she grinded on my dick and my mouth went back to exploring. It took less time than I thought for her to start whimpering. I had every one of her noises committed to memory, therefore I knew she was close but struggling.
I dislodged my mouth from sucking on her neck and shoved my hand up her shirt and encountered a handful of bare breast .
“Fuck, Emmy. Get yourself there.”
My fingers honed in on her nipple and I pinched and rolled it as she writhed under me, rubbing herself harder and faster on my dick.
“Thaddeus,” she whined and I snapped.
My hand left her nipple, I hitched her leg up higher, spreading her wider, and with our clothes between us, I rocked into her. My hand went back to her shirt. I shoved it up, bent forward, and sucked her puckered nipple into my mouth.
Emerson’s back arched, shoving her ample tit farther into my face and she wailed her orgasm. A few thrusts later, my dick erupted and I came in my pants, not giving the first fuck I’d lost it like a chump.
Straight up, not a care in the world, that all it had taken was my woman dry-humping against my covered dick to get me to shoot off.
“Now kiss me, a gápi mou. ”
Emerson righted her head, looked up at me, and with a satisfied smile that stole my breath, she said, “Yeah, we still got it.”
A sensation so foreign I’d forgotten what it was raced over me and I swung my head back and laughed. A real and true belly laugh that felt so fucking good, my now softening dick jumped back to life.
“Yeah, baby, we still got it.”
When I was done chuckling, I was also done asking, so I leaned down and took the kiss I’d been demanding.
And that was fucking great, too.