Chapter 4EMMA #3
He gives me a small smile and goes back to watching his game while I dive back in. Seeing our story through his eyes is something not many couples get to experience. He doesn’t hold back as I feel his longing and love for me in every page I turn.
“You are struggling to stay awake.” His voice breaks through my thoughts sometime later. “You’ve been reading for hours. Let’s get you to bed.”
“What time is it?” I yawn.
“After midnight. It’s Christmas,” he smiles.
“I can’t believe I’ve been reading that long. I’m halfway through and want to see how it ends.”
“You know how it ends,” he laughs, taking the book from my hands and placing it on the table.
“You know what I mean,” I grin as he scoops me up and carries me to bed. “It’s really good, Noah,” I say softly into his chest. “You have such a gift for making people feel the emotions.”
“It’s easy for me because it’s you I always write about.” He sets me down so we can brush our teeth before climbing into bed.
I snuggle into the covers and feel him climb in behind me. His arm wraps around me, resting on my belly. The snow has picked back up again as we watch the white flurries brush against the window.
“Merry Christmas, Noah,” I whisper sleepily.
“Merry Christmas, Emma.” I smile when I feel a sharp kick to my stomach. Noah chuckles softly and rubs my belly. “Merry Christmas to you, too, baby girl,” I hear him say seconds before sleep pulls me under.
I wake to kisses on my neck and blink my eyes open. A smile splits my face when I remember what day it is.
“It’s Christmas morning,” I grin.
“I know,” he murmurs. His tongue comes out to taste my skin before he sucks the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I want to unwrap my favorite gift now.” His hand glides down my stomach before sliding into my pajama bottoms.
“And what would that favorite gift be?” I close my eyes and take a sharp intake of air when his fingers find my center.
“You,” he breathes before sliding two fingers in. My body instantly welcomes him as desire spreads through my core.
“Only if I get to unwrap mine first.” I turn and climb on top so I’m straddling him. His sexy grin has me wanting more as I lift his shirt over his head and run my hands down his bare chest to his hard abs.
“This needs to go, too,” he says, grabbing the hem of my top. He pulls it over my head before tossing it on the bed. His eyes hungrily take me in as his hands roam over both of my breasts.
I feel him hard beneath me as I rub myself down the length of him. My fingers play with the strings of his flannel bottoms before pulling the waistband down and freeing him. His blues darken when I grip him tightly and move my hand further down.
I feel his hands on my waist briefly before they are sliding into my pants and cupping my ass. He squeezes my flesh hard and rocks me against him. Pushing my pants down further, I lift up to free them the rest of the way. He quickly removes the rest of his clothing before our naked bodies collide.
A moan escapes my lips as he starts to rub me up and down his swollen length. I’m so wet that I coat him with my arousal with each movement.
“Emma,” he says in that dangerously low voice that makes my insides clutch with excitement.
“Yes?” I moan when he rubs my clit harder against him.
“I need your sweet pussy wrapped around me now.” His voice is strained as he fights to keep control. “Take me deep inside where I belong.”
My body throbs at his words, and I quickly position myself on his tip before slowly sinking down on him.
We both moan when he’s fully inside of me. “This is where we both belong,” I manage to get out between the intense pleasure I’m feeling in every nook and crevice in my body.
I lift up and slide back down, setting a pace that has me throwing my head back and gripping the top of his thighs.
“God, you’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen a more sexy sight than you round with my child as your pussy greedily takes me in like it’s starving for me.”
I feel his eyes on me as I continue to ride him, letting my body control the pace. He always makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and I love it when he watches me surrender to his touch.
“That’s because I am always starving for you,” I breathe. I feel his fingers touch where we are joined as I continue to slide down on him.
“Lie back further for me, baby.”
I grip the sheets next to his calves and lean further back as he continues to watch me take him deep. His hand has complete access to where we are connected, and when his thumb rubs across my swollen clit, I moan my approval.
He continues to apply pressure as I go harder onto him. The friction he’s causing sends my body into overdrive as a deep pull has me on the edge of falling.
“God, Em,” he rasps. “I can feel your body start to surrender. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.”
He rubs harder against my swollen bud as I completely let go for him. The intensity of my orgasm takes me by surprise as I cry out his name, squeezing him hard and pulsing around him.
“Fuck,” he pants out with a growl before matching his pulse with mine. His fingers don’t stop, causing my body to be flooded with wave after wave of intense pleasure. For a second, I’m no longer in my body as our souls collide together in unity before we slowly come back down and separate.
Our breaths come out fast as the world around me starts to come into focus again. My body trembles above him as the last of the orgasm washes through me. His hands pull me back up to sitting as our fingers lace together.
He meets me halfway as our lips touch with a soft kiss.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispers against me.
“Merry Christmas,” I smile. “You sure know how to give the best gifts,” I giggle. “My body is still humming from that one.”
“Santa aims to please.” He nuzzles my neck and takes a nip. “Why don’t you snuggle back into these covers, and I’ll make us some Christmas french toast? You deserve a breakfast in bed after that one,” he grins.
“I’m not about to turn down your french toast.” I climb off of him and smile when he kisses my belly before pulling the white down comforter over my body.
I watch him throw on his pajama bottoms before running a hand through his sexy bed hair.
It’s hard not to linger on his body when he looks good enough to eat.
“If you don’t quit looking at me like that, I’m jumping back in this bed and eating you for breakfast.” A smirk plays on his lips as his blue eyes meet mine. All it takes is one look from this man, and I’m putty in his hands again.
“How about breakfast first because this baby girl in my belly is starving, and then we both get a dessert?” My eyes flick to the front of his pants before meeting his gaze again.
“Deal.” He breaks out into a grin, and my heart skips at the sight.
“Can you bring me your book?” I ask when he starts to walk away. “I want to read some more.”
“Sure.” He disappears and comes back with it.
“Thanks.” He kisses my forehead before heading to the kitchen.
I look out the windows and see the outside world blanketed in white.
Burrowing down deep into the covers, I start to read where I left off last night, immediately reliving how my heart has always belonged to him, even if I didn’t know it yet.