35. Emma
Chapter Thirty-Five
EMMA
E mma held her breath as she waited for Garrett’s answer. When he didn’t speak, she risked looking up.
It was a mistake. Garrett’s gaze snared hers, holding her entire being immobile. “Because I wanted to.”
Her lips parted, her instinct to argue with him. But he reached down, running his big hands down the curve of her butt and thighs. He took hold of her just behind the crease of her knee.
His gentle but uncompromising grip opened her legs. He dragged her up his body, not stopping until they were wrapped around his waist.
Emma gasped at the heat and hardness touching her so intimately.
He walked forward with her in his arms, carrying her effortlessly down into the sunken living room.
Her ass landed on the back of the couch. Garrett propped her up there, his hands cupping her cheeks and kneading with firm strokes.
She parted her lips in silent invitation.
His hand took hold of her long hair, wrapping it around his fist. Then Garrett’s taste exploded in her mouth.
Emma made a noise both feminine and desperate. Her vision blurred so she closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of his heat and the roughness of his roaming hands .
Garrett tore his mouth off hers, pressing a line of kisses to the side of her neck and up her cheek to her ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
He pressed her into the couch, grinding his hard length between her legs. It was like he ignited a fire. The heat of it radiated from her pussy out to the rest of her body.
Emma’s mouth gaped as she clutched at his shoulders with shaking hands. “ O-oh .”
That dark gravelly voice came again, wrapping like rough velvet all around her.
“Feels good?” he asked, rubbing more of himself against her until he was abrading her sensitive nipples with his pecs through the silky material of her nightgown.
“Yes,” she moaned as he rolled his hips, hitting a sensitive spot just right.
Whimpering, her fingers went slack. She would have fallen backward but his strong arms wouldn’t let her. Instead, they guided her over the back of the couch in one smooth, controlled move.
Desire made her nipples harden and the walls of her sheath clench. And he knew. Garrett was aware of his effect on her, his every touch calculated to make her melt.
“Don’t worry, Emmy,” he murmured, lowering over her in a wave of heat and muscle.
“I know what you need,” he said, holding her hands down by the wrist and rubbing his cock against her panties, which were so wet at this point they may as well not have been there.
Soon that didn’t matter. Garrett backed off moving down her body, taking her cotton briefs with him.
She expected her nightgown to follow, that he would pull it up and off her. Instead, he pushed it down, baring her breasts while trapping her arms at her sides.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
His fingers caressed her right mound, tweaking her nipple until it throbbed.
Garrett’s eyes glowed like coals in the candlelight, reflecting the dim light in such a way that it appeared as if they were lit from within. But it wasn’t just hunger in his eyes. There was something else. Something almost reverent.
One of his fingers grazed the dip of her cleavage.
“Absolutely perfect,” he breathed before that big hand fully settled on her breast, squeezing gently.
The sensation of his rough hand on her bare breast was too much to process. She trembled, heart aching when her shiver seemed to pass through him as well. And then his hands were gone, replaced by his mouth.
Emma moaned, her legs drawing up convulsively. They tightened around his waist, a move she thought he didn’t even register until he pinned her down with his weight.
She loved it. The heat, his rough silky skin, and the pressure of all that muscle bearing down on her. It filled an ache she hadn’t known she’d been feeling.
Garrett was licking and sucking her breast, whispering words of praise about the softness of her skin and how perfectly her curves filled his hands.
But it was the press of his cock against her wet folds that was causing those urgent little sounds to escape.
He was still half-dressed. Emma pushed at the waistband on his pants, only to have him remove her hands.
“I won’t last, baby,” he said, pinning them to the couch. “Let me do this first, or I won’t get the chance later.”
Emma raised her head to protest. She didn’t want to wait. She needed him now. Every cell in her body was demanding it. But he kept holding her hands, working his way down until his face was buried between her legs.
Emma’s brain immediately skidded, going off the rails.
“Oh, oh, that’s not right,” she said with a gasp, her hips jerking as Garrett sucked and nibbled at the petals of her sex.
He stopped, muffled laughter floating up from between her legs.
“Is this better?” he asked, his fingers caressing and opening her more fully. His tongue lapped up her slit, teeth grazing at her clit.
Pleasure punched through her with the force of a bomb. Hips pumping involuntarily, she writhed under his ministrations, the onslaught long, wet, and wild.
Emma was out of control and would have fallen off the couch had Garrett’s arms not pinned her to the cushions. Her muscles tightened all at once and then released with wave after wave of pulsing pleasure.
The throbbing beats of her orgasm were dying when Garrett crawled up her body. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds.
“Do you really want this?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
Emma wrapped her legs around his hips. Her fingers dug into his back, pressing him closer. “Please, Garrett.”
His hands tightened on her. “Good, that’s good, Emmy. Keep saying my name.”
Thick heat forged inside her, pushing past the ring of muscle at her entrance. Emma braced herself against the blunt pressure, every nerve in her body sparking, eager to be claimed. But her body wasn’t cooperating.
Garrett swore, the tip of his cock buried a few inches. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Am I hurting you?”
Was this pressure pain or pleasure? Emma didn’t know. Her body was confused but the ache was still there. “Yes, make it go away.”
That was probably confusing him, but the way she wrapped her legs around him, forcing him deeper wasn’t.
It broke what little restraint he had left. Murmuring something incoherent, he pressed his face into her neck before surging up, driving his hips until they were flush against her pussy.
Her body arched up as if she’d been shocked with a strong electric current. Panting, she clutched at his back, trying to get used to the foreign invasion in her body. This was nothing like she’d imagined.
Emma’s sexual experiences since the accident had involved a dark room and her phone playing a specially curated list of videos. She hadn’t had the energy or the opportunity to pursue much else. She didn’t even own a real vibrator. Just one of those tiny lipstick- sized buzzers.
And this… Garrett was huge inside her. She had no frame of reference for him, no way to prepare.
Emma thought she was at her limit of sensation. Then he started moving. Slow at first, Garrett continued to whisper praise in her ear, increasing the tempo until he was rocking into her steadily.
She caught his rhythm, letting instinct guide her.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick and hoarse. “That’s it. You’re right here with me, aren’t you?”
Emma clutched at his shoulders. “ Yes .”
“Yes, what?” He pinched her nipple. Not hard, but enough to sting.
“Yes, Garrett.”
“That’s right, Emmy. Keep saying my name.” He punctuated his words with a firm thrust. “You’re never going to forget it again, are you?”
With that, he thrust again. And again, twisting his hips.
Holy shit, that was… wow.
“I won’t. God, Garrett ,” she gasped, her breasts beginning to shake as he rode her faster and faster.
“Do you feel that?” he panted. “Do you feel how hard I am? It’s because of you. Because of the way my wife’s sweet pussy wraps around me, squeezing tight, trying to keep me inside her.”
Holy shit, he played the W-card . Emma moaned, licking at the only part of him she could reach, his neck.
“ Fuck . You want to taste me, baby? You’re going to get your chance. But first, you’re going to come while screaming my name.”
Emma’s mouth gaped, her lips open against his skin. She wanted to lick him again, but she was already at the edge of another orgasm. The only thing she could do was hold on as he surged, pounding her hips into the cushions.
Emma’s hands flung back over her head like she was on a roller coaster. Her body was moving without volition, arcing up whenever he retreated. His body was like a magnet. She had to touch him, skin pressed to skin, or she was going to die.
“Garrett, I can’t, I can’t ,” she panted nonsensically, unsure of what she was saying. Her orgasm was right there, but she couldn’t reach it .
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”
Catching her flailing hands, Garrett held them down as he let his weight press her down into the cushions. Impaled by his thick length, she shuddered as he ground against her. “Take… what you need.”
So Emma did. Obeying, she clenched around him as she came and came and came.
“That’s it, Emmy,” he panted, his hips hitting a spot that made her black out. “Milk me dry. Come all over that cock like a hot little wife should.”
He slammed her down onto the cushions one more time, exploding with one last convulsive thrust. Warmth flooded her as his seed spurted inside her.
Garrett collapsed on top of her, shaking and out of breath. Emma wrapped her arms and legs around him again, ignoring the sudden ache in her chest.
But her heart was beating so hard it filled her ears. Emma twisted her face, pressing a kiss to the side of Garrett’s neck.
Calm down, she told herself, willing her heart to slow.
It was just the exertion and residual arousal. She wasn’t terrified. Not at all.