31. Emery
Emery
Hayes pauses in the doorway to our room, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Is she asleep?” I ask, my skin tingling as he sweeps my bare legs with his gaze.
I’ve yet to climb under the covers, knowing that even though Charlie is finally asleep, Hayes is nowhere near done with me tonight. He’s been teasing me all evening. If he doesn’t do something about it, I might combust.
“Out like a light. She didn’t even stir when I set her down.” He wets his lips, and I press my thighs tighter.
“Are you going to come to bed now?” I ask, impatient as ever, when he’s still standing in the doorway watching me.
“In a second.” He tips his chin. “I want to see you strip first. Then, maybe I’ll give you a little present.”
“A present, huh?” My eyebrow hitches.
“Clothes. Off. Now.” Each word is punctuated, and my belly swirls.
“Yes, sir.”
I can’t help but smile when my tease earns me a growl.
Lifting my hips, I hook my thumbs into the band of my shorts, stripping them off with my underwear. It’s unceremonious, and yet, Hayes watches me like nothing in the world could tear his gaze from me. When I peel off my shirt next, he scans my bare skin head to toe.
I sink back against the pillows, stretching out my legs. “Happy now?”
Hayes smirks, lifting off the doorframe. “Almost.”
His steps are predatory as he walks toward me. His eyes devour every inch.
When he reaches the base of the bed, he strips off his shirt in one sweep, stealing my breath. There should be studies done on this man’s body. It’s absolute perfection. Carved muscle. Tattoos flexing with his every movement. I can’t tear my eyes off him.
“Spread your knees.” His command comes when I press my thighs tighter at the sight of him. “I want to see how much my wife wants me.”
Even nerves couldn’t stop me from obeying. I’m a puppet at his mercy when he watches me like this. My knees tip open, and his tongue drags across his lower lip like he’s starving.
“Change of plans. First—” Hayes doesn’t bother finishing that sentence.
He grabs me by the ankles and tugs me down the bed until my feet meet the floor. Dropping to his knees, his palms find my thighs, widening them a moment before his mouth lands on my clit.
A shock wave rocks my system.
Stars burst in the night.
My back arches, the sheet bunches between my fingers, and all that holds me in place is my husband. His palm flattens on my stomach, pinning me to the bed as he ravages me.
If this is what it’s like to combust, I hope I’m never put back together. Hayes moves lower, fucking me with his tongue. All while his green eyes watch my body move in waves with pleasure.
Self-consciousness sweeps away.
A needy surge crests in my core, and I ignore that his fingers clench over my faint stretch marks, or that my body is a little softer than it was the first time we did this. My husband kneels before my bare body, and he worships me like there’s nothing greater.
It’s a shot of adrenaline.
Of confidence.
I thread my fingers in his thick blond hair and grind myself on his face with every greedy sweep of his tongue. His thick shoulders flex as he controls my legs, rocking my hips up and down on the bed.
It’s a sight to memorize.
He isn’t sweet about it; he pleases me with the same intensity he approaches everything in life. With desperation and excitement.
His stubble rakes the inside of my thighs, offering a delicious burn as he devours me.
The entire time, his eyes stay on me. Roving from my heaving breasts to my mouth. Sweeping from my body to my face as if to consume every inch.
There’s nothing to catch me when I finally fall, and Hayes doesn’t hold back. I’m on the precipice of my release as he drives two fingers deep, curling them.
“Fuck!” I scream, slapping my hand over my mouth when I realize just how loud I’m being.
But he doesn’t let up. His tongue draws figure eights as his fingers make me see stars. I’m a shaking, panting mess, and only then does he finally pull back, pumping his fingers one last time just to watch me shiver.
He sinks back on his heels, grinning as he licks me off his fingers. “You’re stunning.”
I throw my arm over my eyes, trying to catch my breath. “I’m a mess. Are you proud of yourself?”
“When you scream like that? Most definitely.”
I bite my lower lip, uncovering my eyes and finding him already crawling up the bed between my legs. He braces one arm beside my head and plants his lips on mine. His tongue is a dance of what he’s done. It awakens my senses. It’s surprising how fully one kiss can consume.
With my fingernails raking the back of his neck, I shiver as he rocks against my core. He inches in once, twice. And then he’s driving deep, stealing all air. All thought.
I’m floating among the stars, mindless and… vibrating?
“What is that?” I wiggle as the vibrations strike my clit with a perfect hum that teases my already-sensitive nerves. “Oh god.”
I grip Hayes’s shoulders, which is when I realize he’s grinning down at me.
“It’s a cock ring.” He lifts his chest so I can look between us.
A ring circles the base of his cock, humming against me as he pins my hips to the bed. It’s electrifying.
“You said you wanted to explore.” Hayes kisses my jaw, raking his teeth upward until he’s nipping my earlobe.
He’s everywhere.
Kissing my neck.
Threading his fingers in my hand overhead.
Rocking between my legs.
There are so many sensations that I can’t absorb them all at once. Pleasure courses through every muscle, every bone.
“Do you like your present?” He thrusts, holding still to allow the vibrations to work their way from my core up to my belly.
“Uh—” Did he just ask me something?
I can’t focus. Much less answer questions.
“Emery.” He pulls his hips back, grinning as I blink up at him. “Do you like it?”
I grab the sides of his face and pull him closer. “Keep fucking me, and I’ll tell you later.”
“As you wish, wife.” He thrusts deep in answer.
This man could have me on my hands and knees crawling for him, and yet, he’d follow my wishes to the ends of the earth as well.
The harder he fucks me, the more my heels dig into the mattress. It’s almost too much. He’s so thick—so deep, I can barely catch my breath. But with each thunderous pump of his hips, I’m slowly cresting. Waves in an ocean, lapping at the shore, slow and steady as he drags me under.
But I need more.
I need control.
“Roll over.” I grab Hayes by the shoulders, stopping him.
He doesn’t hesitate, barely even pausing his thrusts as he rolls so we’re flipped, and I’m straddling him. From this angle, everything is different. He’s deeper, and the cock ring sits perfectly where I need it as I grind my hips against him.
Hayes hands me control. His hands grip my thighs, exploring my body, but he doesn’t set the pace. He allows me to take what I need, and I do, shamelessly. With every flutter of his fingers on my stomach, every pluck of my nipples, I’m riding him harder.
We’re two opposing forces coming together.
Fury and passion.
Regret and need.
He twists my nipples, and it sends an electric shock to my core.
“Your hands should come with a warning label.” I moan as he does it again.
“All of me should come with a warning label, Emery.” He sits, lifting me on his cock and slamming me down on him. “But you love that about me.”
I do love that about him—I love everything about him.
How he holds me gently when I need to feel loved. How he kisses me softly when I’m breaking apart. How he fucks me like he’s so enamored he can’t possibly hold himself back.
“Tell me what you need,” he whispers against my mouth.
“You.” I moan as he rocks me again. “Only you.”
“Whose cock is the only one that’s ever been inside you?” He angles my hips until the vibrations make me whimper.
“Yours.”
“That’s right.” He takes control when my limbs lose their strength. “Mine. You’re all mine.”
“You feel so good. Oh god.”
He brushes my hair off the side of my face, burying his in my neck. “Come on your husband’s cock. Let me feel you strangle my cum out of me.”
Holy heck, the mouth on this man.
The body on this man.
The eyes on this man.
From our first kiss, I stood no chance. Now, I’m completely ruined. I’m treading into dangerous territory, and there’s no turning back. No ignoring these feelings stirring in my chest. Hayes holds me against him, and we aren’t just fucking. It’s a spiritual connection.
I tip my forehead to his, and we stare into each other’s eyes. There are no more walls. No more lies. What happens next might tear us apart, but not tonight.
Tonight, I’m in his arms, and it’s just the two of us suspended in time. And when he rocks me over him again, and I crumple in a fit of pleasure—it’s his arms cradling me through my release.
His stomach tenses as he follows me to his own. His body curls against mine. There’s nothing between us but a mess of sweat and flesh and hearts too big for our chests. Even my blood pumping between my temples can’t drown what swells within my soul because there’s no turning back from this.
The room quiets as we catch our breaths. Until Hayes shifts and the cock ring hums against my clit, making me jump from the sensitivity.
“Sorry about that.” He lifts me off him, discarding the ring so he can pull me down onto the bed. “You’re shivering.”
He rubs my arm, wrapping himself around me.
The heat of his chest is better than any blanket. “I’m fine, really. I’m not even cold. I don’t know why I’m shaking.”
“It’s the adrenaline.” He rubs my arms again before jumping up and walking into the bathroom.
When he returns, he’s carrying a wet cloth, and the shower is running.
“You don’t have to do that,” I assure him. “I promise I’ll be okay.”
“Let me take care of you.” He sits on the bed, resting his hand over mine as I start to pull away. “You’re always taking care of everyone else. Let me return the favor, Emery. I want to.”
This time, when he reaches for my legs and runs the warm cloth over the inside of my thighs, slowly cleaning me, I don’t pull back.
With anyone else, I might be embarrassed by what’s happening.
But he does it with such gentleness. With complete care.
Like it’s the most important part of the evening.
“Here.” He hands me my water glass from the nightstand. “Drink this, and then we’ll take a shower.”
I open my mouth to argue again, but he lifts an eyebrow in a silent warning to let him do this. So I snap my mouth shut, taking the water and downing a large sip. When I hand it back to him, he picks me up off the bed, carrying me into the bathroom.
Hayes takes care of me.
He’s the first person in my life to bother to.