19. James
19
JAMES
" Y ou're bad for me," I said, pressing my lips to Emma's shoulder. She smelled so good I wanted to keep my face there, breathing her in all night. "So damn bad."
She shifted against me, pushing that perfect ass back until I could feel the heat of her bare skin against mine. The dim starlight from my room’s lone window highlighted the curve of her waist as she propped herself up and looked over her shoulder at me. I could see the faint shape of her breasts and her full lips, which had been driving me crazy with need all damn night.
My hand slid over her hip, pulling her tighter against my aching cock. Three years of wanting her, and now she was in my bed, making those little whimpering sounds that threatened to shatter my control.
"Look who's back," she teased, pressing her ass against me in a way that nearly unraveled the last shreds of my control.
"Can you blame me?" I growled into her ear. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? How many times I've thought about having you like this?"
"Show me."
The words were barely a whisper, but they shot straight through me. I slipped my hand between her thighs, finding her already soaking.
"No penetration," she reminded me breathlessly. “We’re just fooling around. Nothing serious.” Each word came almost as an afterthought, like she was reminding herself as well.
"I remember." I rubbed circles over her clit, loving how she pressed back, seeking more. "Doesn't mean I can't make you scream my name."
She turned in my arms, and fuck, the sight of her nearly undid me. Her hair was wild, lips swollen from our earlier kisses, nipples hard and standing up, practically begging for my mouth. She looked like every fantasy I'd had for the past three years come to life.
When she reached for me, I caught her wrist. "If you touch me, I won't be able to stop."
"Maybe I don't want you to stop." She kissed me hard, all tongue, hot breath, and need.
I pushed her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other explored her body. Her breasts fit perfectly in my palm, nipples tightening under my touch as I rolled them between my fingers.
"James," she gasped. "Please..."
"Please what, beautiful?" I kissed the soft skin of her neck and the place beneath her ear, loving how each kiss made her squirm beneath me.
Her nails raked down my back as I released her wrists. "Touch me,” she begged. “Make me come."
I groaned at the sight of her perfect breasts in the moonlight. When I took one nipple in my mouth, she arched off the bed, hands fisting in my hair.
"Oh, God. More," she begged.
I kissed down her stomach. She was fucking perfect—all soft curves and smooth skin that I wanted to taste every inch of.
Starting at her inner thigh, I took my time, kissing and nipping my way up until she was squirming beneath me. The taste of her skin, the way her muscles tensed under my tongue—it was driving me crazy. When I finally reached her center, I paused, breathing hot against her most sensitive spot until she whimpered.
"James, please..."
The first stroke of my tongue drew a moan loud enough to wake the whole floor.
"Shh," I murmured against her. "Unless you want an audience."
"Then stop being so—" Her words dissolved into a gasp as I slipped one finger inside her, then another, curling them exactly how she needed while my tongue worked slow circles around her clit.
I took my time learning what made her react—how she arched when I sucked gently, the way her thighs trembled when I curled my fingers just right. Every moan, every breathless gasp of my name spurred me on.
When I felt her getting close, I slowed down, drawing it out until she was practically crying with need. Her fingers tangled tightly in my hair, pulling me deeper between her legs as she tried to direct me where she wanted.
"Please," she begged. "I'm so close..."
I smiled against her as I thought how the sound of her desperate begging was music to my ears.
Then I backed off again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs while my fingers moved lazily inside her. She tried to grind against my hand, seeking more friction, but I held her hips down with my free arm.
"James, I swear to God?—"
I sucked hard on her clit, adding a third finger and curling them deep. She came instantly, back arching off the bed as she cried out my name. But I didn't stop. I worked her through it, then kept going, building her up again as aftershocks rippled through her body.
"I can't," she gasped. "It's too much?—"
But her body said otherwise, hips rocking against my mouth as a second orgasm built. This time when she came, her whole body shook with it.
I kissed my way back up her body, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and the feel of her soft fingers nearly made me lose it at the first touch.
"My turn," she whispered, pushing me onto my back.
She started with teasing kisses down my chest, nipping at my hipbones while her hand worked me slowly. When she finally took me in her mouth, the wet heat of her nearly made me lose control.
"Emma, fuck?—"
She took her time, alternating between long, slow strokes with her tongue and taking me deeper. Each time I got close, she'd back off, switching to light kisses and touches until I was practically shaking with need.
"You're killing me," I groaned as she swirled her tongue around the tip.
She looked up at me through her lashes, and the sight of her like that—lips swollen, eyes dark with desire—almost pushed me over the edge.
"This," she said, stroking me firmly, "is called tasting your own medicine, Mister Carter.”
Then she took me deep again, humming around my length as her hand worked what wouldn't fit in her mouth. My hands fisted in her hair as she built me up slowly, deliberately, until I couldn't take anymore.
"Emma, I'm going to?—"
She just took me deeper, and the vibration of her moan around me was what finally did it. I came harder than I had in years, her name falling from my lips like a prayer. I nearly came again when I saw her throat work as she swallowed every bit of my release, then she sat up proudly and ran a thumb down the corner of her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she brought the thumb into her mouth and gave it a long, sensual lick.
Emma wiggled her eyebrows. “Well…” she said, clearing her throat as she curled in beside me, head against my chest.
We were both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat as the scent of our sex lingered in the room like some primal perfume.
I wanted to tell her how perfect she was. How much this meant to me. How I hadn't been able to get her out of my head for three years and how damn badly I’d needed what we just did. I almost wanted to tell her that I didn’t need to pretend this was meaningless. It felt like something more to me. Something that mattered—like maybe my cynicism about the doomed nature of all serious relationships could use a slight amendment in cases of extreme chemistry and perfect fits.
But I let all those words die in my throat until the silence between us lingered.
I settled for holding her close. I reminded myself that my heart had only ever gotten me into trouble. Letting my body have what it wanted, though? That was easy. That was simple. It wasn’t complicated.
But as her breathing evened out in sleep, I knew I was fooling myself. This woman was going to destroy every wall I'd built, and I was powerless to stop it.
The worst part? I wasn’t sure I wanted to, even if I knew it would be a huge mistake.