32. Emerson
Emerson
I’ve never seen anything more enchanting in my life than watching Henley trust me so completely. Anxiety was written all over her face when we started, and all I wanted to do was erase it completely.
She’s given me her heart, her soul, and her trust. And I’m going to hold it all close and protect her for the rest of my days.
Hen lies motionless on the edge of the bed, her chest still rising and falling rapidly as she tries to collect herself and float back down into her body. I gently lift her legs from my shoulders and rise from my knees.
As I shift her further up on the bed, she hums sweetly in protest, causing my painfully hard cock to pulse.
I wet my lips—which was a terrible idea, because immediately I taste her once more.
I knew it was going to be divine, but when she came, I was not prepared.
She blew my mind, and for a moment, I felt emotion burning behind my eyes.
No one has ever affected me in such a way.
I’ve never let any women see the real me, every dark and broken part.
Only Henley.
The bed sinks as I slide beside her, causing her body to roll into mine. The gold specks in her hazel eyes glimmer in the sunlight.
“Em?” she whispers, pressing her soft lips against my chest, sending shivers down my spine.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Please tell me you’re not finished with me yet.”
My grin spreads wide across my lips, and I swear I hear angels sing in the background.
“You need more?”
She bites her plump bottom lip, fluttering her long lashes up at me. It’s the sexiest damn thing I have ever seen. How the hell am I supposed to say no to that?
“Are you sure you think you can handle another?”
Suddenly, her eyes lower into slits and she releases my cock from its cage. Her soft, smooth palm wraps around me and squeezes. It takes everything in me not to explode right there.
“Please?” she purrs against my neck, as my heart is about to pound right out of my chest. She sucks on the sensitive skin above my collarbone, and at the same time her thumb glides over the tip. Fuck.
Her palm presses against my chest, holding my body still against the mattress.
I hold my breath as she trails kisses gently down my body.
Lifting my head, I watch as Henley’s tongue wets her bottom lip.
Heat pulses through me as her hazel eyes lock on mine, as she opens her mouth and wraps those luscious lips around my length.
When her velvet tongue swirls around it, my eyes roll backward. My fingers slide through her wavy locks and I grip the back of her head, while watching her seductively bob up and down. Not once does her gaze break from mine. My other hand claws at the sheets, willing myself not to come too quickly.
I’ve never felt anything more incredible.
I gently tug her upward. Saliva trails in a thin string from her lips, and the sight alone makes my eyes darken.
Fuck, I want to be inside this woman so badly.
Eyes blown wide, her lips wobble just slightly enough for me to catch, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, baby,” I say gently, lifting her body up and over mine so that her head hovers above my own. “Exactly the opposite. If you keep doing that, this whole experience is going to be a lot shorter than you or I have hoped.” I laugh.
“Oh.” A rosy hue spreads across her cheeks and down her neck.
The once confident woman a few seconds ago suddenly becomes overwhelmed with nerves.
I wrap my palm around the back of her neck and bring her lips crashing into mine.
Trying my best to soothe away the fear and remind her that she’s safe within my arms.
She moans into my mouth as soon as my tongue twirls with hers. I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of hearing these little noises she makes. And I can guarantee I won’t ever tire of being the one to coax them out of her.
In one roll, I tuck her body underneath me. While I continue to kiss the shit out of her, my hips take on a mind of their own and begin stroking my length against her core.
“More,” she gasps, breaking away to catch a breath. “Please, Em?”
A small chuckle tumbles free, and my heart squeezes when her adorable, freckled nose scrunches. “Patience, Trouble, I need to grab a condom. Which means I’ve got to go back to my cabin.”
Before I get up, I roll my hips once more, feeling her wetness coat me.
The moan I pull out of her is so loud, I’m thankful we don’t have any neighbors at the moment, because they would for sure know exactly what’s going on over here.
She’s so goddam wet, the absolute last thing I want to do is leave.
But I’ve always made sure to be safe. Today is no different.
Lifting my body, I unlatch our lips and begin to scoot off the bed. But her black painted nails claw into my neck and drag me back down.
“I’m on birth control,” she breathes out quickly before devouring me again. I indulge in the moment a few more seconds before I pull back slightly, holding her head still between my palms.
“I haven’t been with anyone for months either, and I get checked regularly. Are you sure?”
She nods eagerly, bringing another smile to my lips.
I’ve been smiling so much lately, I swear my face hurts by the end of the day. And I’ll take that pain over and over again if it means the one that is putting that grin on my face every day is her.
I sweep the hair from her face, and the look that she gives me damn near stops my heart.
Love.
She doesn’t have to say it for me to feel it seep through every pore of my body and wrap around my soul. Henley’s entire body is willing itself to show me what her lips are not prepared to voice yet.
“J-just be gentle at first.” She swallows.
“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”
When my lips close around hers, she sighs. Melting into my touch as I caress every one of her curves. With one hand I reach between us, aligning myself with her entrance, and carefully thrust my tip inside.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp as her mouth falls wide open. “You’re so tight.”
Her fingers dig into my ass, shoving me further inside. The sensation makes us both groan into each other’s shoulders. I pause, letting her adjust to me. Also allowing myself a chance to focus on not losing it all before we even start.
“I’m okay, promise. Please keep going.”
My thumb brushes over her flushed cheeks as my other hand drifts down her thigh, lifting her knee up to get a better angle. Rolling my hips slowly at first, I revel in the way her eyes flutter shut in pleasure. Inch by inch, I gently ease myself in.
Hen’s eyes fly wide open as soon as I’m fully seated, and I devour her cry with my lips. The sting of her nails bite against the skin of my back. Her other hand grips my hair tightly, keeping me flush against her mouth. Neither of us dares to come up for air.
Over the past couple of years, I’ve been with quite a few women. Searching for what I had in front of me my entire life. But the one thing I never allowed myself to do was ‘make love.’
The way my entire body is vibrating with so many emotions makes me believe that is exactly what I’m doing now.
What we are doing.
With every rock of our bodies, it’s like we’re silently saying all the things we’ve been wanting to say for some many years. Filling in every crack that life has chipped away from us. With her body entangled with mine, I’ve never felt more stable, safe . . . loved.
“You feel so good,” she says as she wraps her legs tightly around me and her heels dig into my back.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, breaths rapid and uneven. My hips pick up pace on their own, chasing after the high building between us.
Our voices go quiet, only our bodies talking. But I don’t need her words to tell me what I can already feel. We are so in sync, almost like we’re in each other’s heads.
Henley’s walls tighten around me. She’s so close, and so am I. Reaching between us, I use my thumb to apply pressure and circle over where she needs it the most.
Once. Twice.
“Let go, beautiful,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, and she falls apart around me as I shatter at the same time inside her.
For a moment, all I see is stars.
Time becomes nonexistent as we lie in each other’s arms, catching our breaths. Hen is still on top of me. Head tucked into my chest as I comb my fingers through her hair.
Usually I get nervous in the silence. Being alone with it for too long gives my thoughts free rein to wreak havoc.
But not this morning.
This morning, all I feel is . . . peace.
“How are you feeling?”
“I think you broke me,” she mumbles against my chest.
“Broke you?” I snort.
“Yes.” She shifts her body so that she’s facing mine. Using her arms to hold her chin up, she raises one brow. “Your massive dick has rearranged my insides.”
I howl—yes, howl—with laughter. My chest shakes so hard, Henley rolls off to the side of me.
“I’m serious!” She’s laughing as well now. “I honestly don’t think I’m going to be able to walk or sit properly for the rest of the day!”
A squeal rips out of her as I roll on top of her, peppering every inch of her with kisses. The more she laughs, the more it encourages me. I love the sound of her laugh so much. I wish I could bottle it up for the days when I need a little instant dose of sunshine.
“I can kiss it and make it better, baby.” A devious smirk curls my lips as I pepper more kisses down her stomach.
“Oh no you don’t!” She yelps, wiggling herself right off the bed with a thud.
Pinching my lips together to hold in my laugh, I peer over the edge.
“Ow,” she whimpers.
“Come on, Trouble, I know exactly what you need to make you feel better.”
I roll off the bed and bend down, scooping her up into my arms. Her head falls against my shoulder as I carry her into the bathroom and set her on the counter.
Bending over the tub, I turn on the warm water and pour in some of the vanilla-scented bath soap. As the water fills the tub, I gently lift her leg and start massaging the bottom of her feet.