CHAPTER 48
Finn
This girl is going to kill me.
Her mouth is tender and hot. Her kisses are intense and go on and on.
I already know her pussy is going to be like nothing I’ve ever felt. I know it will bring me back to life, pull me out of the darkness of all these years.
What is happening with Emma is far more than just pent-up lust and a need for physical relief. What’s happening here is an exploration, an adventure. And we’re just starting.
She lays on her back on the carpet, her hair spread around her like a black crown, her eyes wide with anticipation. Her breasts and belly heave with each breath she takes. She’s waiting for me.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard,” I whisper, and then I pull her thighs apart and dive in.
My head is wrapped in pale silk, my mouth and tongue feasting on the slick cream of her, sucking and nibbling as she mewls under my lips.
She tastes like the sea and smells like sex.
I want to make her cum before I fuck her, because I know that this first time is going to be heavy on the greed and light on the finesse.
All I know is that I’ve wanted to cum inside her since that day in the barn, that insane kiss, the one that ended when I broke her heart. Never again will I do that to Emma.
This is the start of something. I want it. And I’m starting it. Which means that from here on out, I take responsibility for Emma. All of her, including her heart.
Her small hands twist in my hair as she pulls me tighter to her, pressing her sex into my mouth. I slide a finger inside her as I suck on her tasty little clit, and almost immediately, I feel her break apart against my face. She whimpers. She wraps my head in a vise grip and tenses up.
She cums all over me. Shaking. Trembling. And then collapsing back in an exhale of chuckles and sighs.
Sweet, sweet Emma.
This woman belongs in my bed, not in my game room. I want to see her spread open for me in my sheets and hear her scream my name. But so many things have to happen before that can become a reality, and making sure Jasmine isn’t in the house is where it needs to start.
It’s too late for advance planning tonight. It will have to wait.
But I can’t. I can’t wait another second.
I grab the condom and rip it open with my teeth.
“Finn. Let me.”
She reaches her arms out to me, her chest and neck splotchy from her orgasm, her eyes a little unfocused. She smiles and then bites her bottom lip in concentration as she unrolls the latex over my throbbing dick. I am looking down on a woman so achingly beautiful that I almost wonder if she’s real.
“Fuck me, Finn.” Emma squirms under me. “Please fuck me.”
She’s real.
My hands slide under her perfect little ass and lift her up to me. “I’ll go as slow as I can,” I say, every tendon and muscle in my body gripping, clutching, holding back. Very carefully, I urge her open with the head of my dick. She’s so pink and ripe, and I feel her slick heat grip me instantly.
Oh, holy fuck. I’m about to lose my mind.
One of her hands flutters blindly against my stomach. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. I breathe. I keep it light. But I slide in just a bit more with each second that passes, watching her for any indication of discomfort.
So far, so good.
“Oh,” she breathes. “Oh, wow. Oh, shit.”
I push. I feel her open to me. She’s so tight that I worry I can’t trust myself to be gentle. I’m blind with the need to come at this point. “Get on top of me, Emma.”
I roll to my back. She immediately places her knees on either side of my hips and lowers herself down. I want her to set the pace. I will do everything I can to hold back.
I watch, stunned, as her head falls back. Some of her silky black hair slides over her shoulders to her back, but one lock drapes over a breast, allowing a dark pink nipple to peek between strands of her long hair. It’s the same pink as her pussy, which is taking me in.
Emma pants. She’s making soft little cries, but they may not be actual words, as she works my dick. Up and down a little more.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I buck my hips just as she lowers down. She gasps and stares at me with huge eyes. Her lips part. A deep blush spreads down her neck and chest. “You’re so big.”
I attempt to pull back, but she slams down on me. “Don’t you dare.” A huge smile breaks over her face.
I clutch her hips. I push into her, up, up. She’s squeezing me so tight I start to wonder if there’s such a thing as cutting off circulation during sex. At this point, I don’t even care. I’m too far gone. Too far up inside her. If this is the last time I have blood flow to my dick, then so be it.
She tenses up. Her mouth falls open.
If she screams, it’ll wake Jasmine.
So I roll her under me again, covering her mouth with mine, covering her body with mine, as she cums so hard that she drags me with her.
The world explodes into white-hot pleasure. Her pleasure. Mine.
Together, we claim it.