Chapter 26 Emma
EMMA
Alex’s eyes are locked onto mine, his chest rising and falling as he takes in the sight of me. His hesitation is clear. He seems to be at war with himself, torn between what he wants and what he thinks is right.
“Are you sure?” His voice is rough, strained. “You can just rest if you need to, Em. We don’t have to do anything tonight.”
I shake my head, stepping closer, pressing my bare body against him. “I don’t want to rest.”
My fingers trail up under his clothes, up his stomach, feeling the tension in his muscles, the restraint in his body. I lift his shirt over his head and throw it on the ground next to us.
“I want you, Alex.” I slide down his body and undo the belt at his waist with a slow and teasing pace. Lowering his jeans and briefs down, his cock springs free, hard and ready for me.
Alex exhales sharply like he’s been holding his breath this whole time, waiting for a sign that this is okay. Then his expression shifts as his jaw tightens, pupils dilating with something deep and dark now.
“Then get on the damn bed and open for me, Princess.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the command in his voice. I do what he says, sitting against the cool sheets, parting my legs for him. His gaze trails down my body, hunger and admiration warring in his expression.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself, as he kneels between my thighs.
His hands slide up my legs, fingers firm and possessive, like he’s memorizing every inch of me.
Then he dips his head, and the first flick of his tongue against my center has my entire body arching off the bed.
I gasp, tangling my fingers in his hair.
My breaths come in uneven pants as he teases me with slow, purposeful strokes of his tongue on my clit.
His hands grip my hips, holding me in place when I try to squirm beneath him, already overwhelmed by how good he’s making me feel.
He moans against me, the vibration sending another pulse of pleasure through my body.
I cry out as I come, thighs tightening around his head.
“Alex,” I pant, my fingers twisting in his dark strands, body trembling. “Please.”
He moans, pulling back just enough to look up at me, his lips glistening, expression raw and hungry. “Please what, baby?”
“I need you.” I whisper, breaking with desperation.
His fingers trace my slick heat, circling, teasing, pushing me closer and closer to the edge without giving me exactly what I need. His eyes lock on mine, watching every reaction, every twitch of my body.
“Say it.” he rasps, thick with restraint.
“I need all of you, inside me.”
Something in him snaps. He moves over me in an instant, capturing my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and the realization makes me whimper into his mouth.
His body presses against mine, the heat of his skin searing into me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.
He pulls back only enough to look at me. His hands frame my face, thumb brushing over my cheek in a touch so gentle it makes my heart ache.
“You have all of me,” he says, voice hoarse, eyes burning with something I can’t quite name. “You always have.”
Then he pushes inside me slow and steady, stretching me, filling me. I gasp, my nails dig into his shoulders, my body clings to him as he sinks deeper. He groans low in his throat, forehead dropping to mine as he stills, letting me adjust, letting me feel every inch of him.
I exhale shakily, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Move, Alex.”
He does, withdrawing just enough before rolling his hips forward again, setting a slow, deliberate pace. Every thrust, every movement is filled with more than desire. It’s years of tension, years of unspoken words, of wanting and waiting and finally giving in.
I hold onto him, body meeting his as my lips brush over his jaw, his neck, anywhere I can reach. He moans my name as both hands grip my hips tighter, pulling me even closer and deeper against him.
The world outside of this moment ceases to exist. There’s only Alex, only us, only the heat and the urgency and the overwhelming feeling of finally being where I belong.
Pleasure builds inside me again, twisting tighter and tighter, until I’m right on the edge, my body trembling beneath him. “Alex, I—”
“I’ve got you baby,” he murmurs, pace quickening. “Come for me.”
And I do. The pleasure crashes over me in waves, pulling me under, leaving me breathless, weightless, completely undone beneath him. He follows seconds later, body shuddering against mine. His forehead presses to my shoulder as he groans my name like a prayer.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We simply lie there, tangled together, our bodies still connected, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Finally, he lifts his head, brushing damp strands of hair from my face.
“You okay?”
I nod, a slow, satisfied smile tugging at my lips. “More than okay.”
He smirks, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead before rolling onto his side, pulling me with him. Both of his arms wrap around me, holding me close, like he’s afraid to let go. I nestle into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my cheek and close my eyes.
For the first time in a long time, I feel safe… and whole.