Chapter 18 #2
Eight years is a long time, and my memory is shit most days, but I remember every inch of Emery’s gorgeous body. But now, her curves are easier to grip, and tiny tattoos are sprinkled in hidden places I’m desperate to mark with my mouth. But there’s one tattoo that I’m eager to see. Her first one.
I pull back from the heated kiss to stare at Emery’s flushed face, speckled with red spots from my strong grip. I lick my lips and lower to my knees.
She goes limp and follows me with her eyes. “What are you doing?” she asks, curiosity bubbling under the surface.
“Relax, Bambi,” I answer, smugly. “I’m checking on something, and then I’ll be right with you.”
I glide my hands down each side of her smooth skin, memorizing how she molds to my touch. Once I’m face to face with the lace panties that make me want to rip them off and memorialize them on my wall—I table that thought and focus my eyes on the side of her hip.
I smile when I see the small, faded lock inked on her supple skin. A memory presses against my brain, but I force it away. “You still have it.”
“Unfortunately, tattoo removal is expensive,” she says, trying to cover up the significance of our childhood debauchery. “That and I never had the heart to cover it up.”
The last sentence sticks to my mind like a dilapidated piece of hope that I shouldn’t even entertain. I stare at it, forgetting the purpose of what we’re doing. The fact that this should be fun and not a trip down memory lane.
“Do you still have yours?” she asks, pulling me out of my funk.
I stare up at her and nod, morphing myself into the Knox Cooke that cares more about a piece of ass than whatever feelings are swirling around in his brain. Emery wants physical and so do I. It needs to stay that way.
“Yes,” I sigh, running my fingers across the waistband of her panties, “and if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you see it again.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond. Instead, I hook both thumbs inside the lacy fabric and pull them down her legs. They glide effortlessly, revealing my precious Bambi in all her glory.
I let my breath fan against her entrance, making her squirm. She presses her body against the glass door and stares down at me in awe. I tap my fingers against the back of her thighs before gripping them tightly.
“Is this what you want, Emery?” I ask with a delirious grin pasted on my face. “Do you like seeing me on my knees for you?”
“Yes,” she moans, spreading her legs so elegantly for me. Her pussy glistens under the warm lighting of my bathroom. We haven’t even made it to the shower yet, and things are getting wet.
“Remember when I said you’d beg me to kiss you?” I ask, keeping our eyes locked. “Well, I wasn’t just talking about your lips.”
Her breath hitches. I want to capture that sound and loop it. “Please, Knox,” she mumbles, biting her lip.
“Please, what? Use your words, Emery.”
Heat flares in her eyes. “I need you so bad,” she says, gently caressing the back of my head. “Please lick my pussy until I come, Knox.”
I flash her one more devious grin before following orders. I place one, long lick up the center of her folds and tighten my grip on the back of her thighs. I moan into her pussy because she really does taste as good as I remember. Maybe even better.
I let my tongue explore briefly before moving to her clit. My tongue swirls around the tiny bundle of nerves, making her entire body shake with pleasure. She cries out, making me want more. I grab the back of her right leg and hoist it over my shoulder.
As I circle her clit with my tongue, I keep adding more and more pressure, delighting in the way it makes her hips grind into my mouth. With each thrust, her center gets wetter and wetter.
When I add in my finger, she screams before slapping a hand over her mouth. I want to pry it from her and tell her she can be as loud as she wants. I want her to scream my name. I need her to.
Once I get a good rhythm between my tongue and my fingers pumping in and out of her folds, I can feel her walls tighten. “Come for me, baby,” I say between licks. “I want to feel your pretty little pussy around my fingers.”
And then she comes undone as she crashes against me one last time.
I keep a steady hold on her as she falls into her orgasm.
I pull away momentarily so I can watch the way her face crinkles in pure ecstasy.
I want to take a picture so next time she tries to push me away, I can show her just how capable I am of making her feel good.
“Knox,” she sighs, coming out of her fog. “That was—”
I stand up and press my lips against hers, cutting her off. She moans into me, making my heart slam against my chest. When I pull away, and her eyes meet mine, the electrifying green color from earlier has faded into a satisfied sage.
“Time to shower, Bambi.” I smile, reaching into the shower to turn on the hot water. Before I guide her in, I slide my briefs down my legs. She stares as my hard length bounces off my stomach.
When we both squeeze into the narrow shower stall, I expect us to do just that—shower. Except Emery grabs my face and pulls me in for another earth-shattering kiss. I stop her and say, “We don’t have to do anything else tonight. We can take it slow.”
“Do I look like a girl who wants to take it slow?” she asks, with a sinful smile playing on her lips. God, I am screwed.
Then she places another kiss on my lips before making her way down my neck and then trails down the center of my chest. Every inch of my body tingles with want as she sinks to her knees.
Emery looks up at me with her hands firmly grasping my hips and bats her eyelashes. “Should I make you beg now?” she says with amusement lighting up her face.
I let out a dry laugh, but it feels more like a whine.
I feel like I’m about to combust at any moment.
Just looking at her kneeling for me is enough to set me over the edge.
I’m blocking most of the water from the shower with my back, but tiny drops make their way down her skin like my own personal Monet painting.
“Why should I beg when you look so eager, Bambi?”
She rolls her eyes, making my dick flinch.
Little does she know that’s the exact reaction I wanted.
I’m constantly searching for that fire inside her, and maybe if I’m lucky, one day it’ll burn me alive.
However, standing here with my cock this close to her lips, I’m starting to feel myself heat up.
“Fine,” she huffs, attempting to get to her feet. But before she can stand up, I grab the back of her head and hold her in place.
“Please stick my cock between those two beautiful cushions you call lips, Bambi,” I say, but the words come out as more of a grunt than anything. I feel so tightly wound.
Her mouth falls open in surprise, and I’m worried I might’ve gone too far, so I release my grip. But she must like it because she stops me and pushes my hand back to her head. God, she looks so perfect right now.
Emery gives me one last devious smile, then slowly takes me into her mouth. She starts slow, twirling her tongue around the tip, licking up the excitement already leaking out of me. It’s enough to make me double over, using my other free hand to brace myself against the shower wall.
“Fuck,” I whisper, keeping my eyes glued to her. She keeps looking up at me through those long lashes of hers, making me wish we’d done this sooner. And then all of a sudden, she takes the rest of my length into her throat, and I feel like I’m in heaven.
My brain short-circuits as she bobs back and forth. Each time, her movement gets a little faster, and I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold on. But I’m not ready to let go because it feels so good.
“I don’t think I’m going to last much longer,” I mumble, locked in a post-orgasm haze. Emery laughs, causing her entire throat to vibrate. Once again, that laugh of hers is my undoing.
I grip the back of her head tightly before coming straight into the back of her throat. Her eyes water, but she stays still, a sense of accomplishment teeming on her face. It’s the same look she had on her face after we dropped that armoire off at her customer’s place.
Once I finally come back down from my high, she eases back with a wicked smile, tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her tongue pops out and slides across her swollen bottom lip. “Guess somebody forgot how to pace himself,” she teases, catching her breath.
I want to fire something back, but my brain is a pile of mush, and my knees feel like a watered-down bowl of Jello. I find the strength to pull her to her feet and steady myself against her hips before pulling her in for a slow and messy kiss.
A sense of relaxation washes over me as I pull away. Her hair is in wild disarray, and pink paint smudges still spread across her pale skin. I reach behind her to grab my loofa and some body wash before slowly dragging them up and down her body.
“What are you doing?” she asks, watching the movement with intense curiosity.
“Contrary to what we just did, I still want to help you get clean,” I say, watching pink-tinted water slip down the drain.
Emery opens her mouth, but then she closes it. I can tell she’s too tired to argue with me, and that sends a volt of satisfaction up and down my spine. I smile and continue to lather her body, appreciating each curve in a different light.
If I ever doubt that I am a lucky man, I’ll think back on this moment. I know these moments are fleeting, but they’ll forever hold a special place inside my memories.