Chapter 35 The Unraveling #2
She nods, no hesitation, her eyes dark and locked on mine. “Yes. God, yes.”
I capture her mouth again in a deep kiss, my tongue sweeps in to tangle with hers.
Part raw hunger, part reverent worship. Her body molds perfectly under mine on the bed, her thighs part slightly to cradle my weight as I grind against her.
The friction sends sparks up my spine. Her hands roam my back, nails scrape lightly over my shirt, urging me on.
She wants this. Wants me. That knowledge makes my pulse pound harder.
I hook my fingers under the straps and slide them down her arms slowly, watch every flicker across her face.
The way her lips part in anticipation. Her eyelids flutter with want.
Her chest rises faster as her self-control crumbles.
I lift her upper body with one arm around her waist, my other hand reaches behind to fumble with the clasp.
It resists for a split second before giving way with a soft snap, the tension releasing like a held breath.
The bra falls away, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples pink and peaked, beg for attention.
“Emma... you're gorgeous,” I murmur. My gaze traces the flush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest. Her breaths come in short, needy pants that make her breasts rise and fall.
My body takes over as I lower my head and circle one nipple with my tongue, flick it lightly before sucking it into my mouth, the taste of her skin salty-sweet on my lips.
She moans, low and throaty, arches her back to press harder against me, her fingers threads into my hair and pull me closer.
I switch to the other nipple, pinch the first one gently between my thumb and forefinger, roll it until it's even harder. Her body trembles beneath me.
“Oh Kai...” she gasps, her hips bucking up to meet mine, the heat between her legs radiates through the fabric still separating us, making my cock ache with the need to be inside her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, sharp and urgent, leave little crescent marks on my skin as she traces erratic patterns down my back, her fingers trembling with need.
I reach for the button of her jeans. My hands shake from the intensity of the moment.
“Okay?” I ask, my voice rough. I need to hear her say it.
“Please,” she begs, shivering beneath me. “I want...”
She doesn't need to finish. I pop the button open, tug the zipper down, and slide her jeans off her hips, down her thighs, past her knees, finally yanking them free.
I toss them blindly behind me. Her legs fall open under my weight, inviting.
Her light blue panties cling to her, the fabric damp and soft against my fingertips as I brush them.
I spread my hands on her hips, grip firmly, pin her in place so she can't grind up against me like she's trying to.
She lets out a frustrated little whine, her body squirms in protest at the denied friction.
My cock throbs hard against the zipper of my pants, straining painfully, but I ignore it.
I want to focus on her, to unravel her completely.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly, exposing her inch by inch, the cool air making her gasp as I reveal the slick, swollen lips of her pussy.
I toss the panties aside and settle between her thighs, my breath hot against her skin.
I start with my fingers, trace the outer lips lightly at first, feel her wetness coat my skin as she arches her back. A soft moan escapes her lips.
“There,” she whispers, guiding me, her hand reaching down to press my fingers lower.
I slide one finger inside her, slow and deliberate.
The tight, warm heat clenches around me.
She gasps, her hips buck slightly against my hold.
I add a second finger, curl them upward to stroke that sensitive spot inside, my thumb circles her clit in firm, rhythmic presses.
Her body responds instantly. Her thighs quiver, her breaths come in sharp, needy pants, and she arches into my touch, her breasts heaving as she grips the sheets.
I watch her face, learning every reaction.
The way her eyes flutter shut as I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them upward to stroke that spot that makes her inner walls flutter and clench.
Her breath hitches sharply when I press my thumb harder against her swollen clit, rubbing firm circles that send jolts of pleasure through her body, her thighs tremble against my sides.
She bites her lower lip, whispering breathlessly, “Faster, Kai, please.”
I give her everything she craves, pump my fingers in and out with a steady rhythm, the wet sounds of her arousal fills the room. She hides her face with her hands, cheeks flushed red.
“Emma, baby, I love that you're so wet for me.” I slide my fingers out slowly, feeling her grip at them desperately, and she whimpers, her hips bucking up in protest. “No, please, Kai.”
“Look at me,” I order, pressing the heel of my left hand firmly against her clit, grinding it in slow, teasing circles that make her gasp and arch her back.
She lifts herself slightly, her brown eyes foggy with raw need, pupils blown wide.
I lick my glistening fingers clean, savoring the tangy, sweet taste of her coating my tongue.
Her eyes widen in shock and arousal, her hips twitch instinctively, grind against my hand as she chases more friction.
“You taste divine. There’s nothing wrong, okay?”
She nods eagerly, her tongue darts out to lick her own lips. I lean forward and kiss her deeply, my tongue plunges into her mouth to share her flavor.
“Taste yourself, baby. Show me you want it.”
She presses her body against mine, kisses back with fierce hunger, her tongue sucking greedily on mine as if drawing every drop of her essence from me.
I groan low in my throat, hard cock grinding against her heat through my boxers, the friction sending sparks up my spine.
I slide my fingers back inside her, one at first, then adding a second to stretch her, thrusting deep and curling them to hit that spot again.
She arches against my hand, her back bows off the bed, and rotates her hips in desperate circles.
Her inner walls pulse around me, growing tighter and hotter with each thrust, squeezing as her moans turn into desperate, high-pitched cries that echo off the walls.
When she finally falls apart, her pussy clenches hard around my fingers in rhythmic spasms, a rush of warm wetness flooding my palm.
She cries out my name and her body shudders in violent waves, legs shaking, toes curling as ecstasy rips through her.
I feel it like a victory, deep in my chest, as I slow my movements, gently scissor my fingers inside her to draw out every last tremor.
Her clit throbs under my thumb until she's limp and gasping beneath me, chest heaving with ragged breaths.
“Relax, baby. You look so good spread open under me like this. I imagined you so many times, just like this.”
She looks up at me, her eyes still unfocused, glazed with satisfaction. “I imagined it too.”
As she comes down from her high, her hand reaches down to my boxers, fingers tease the outline of my hard cock through the fabric, trace the rigid length from base to tip with light, maddening strokes that make me throb.
“That's mean,” I groan, my voice rough with need.
She giggles, a playful spark in her eyes. “Only if I don't plan to follow through.”
My hips shoot forward involuntarily when she grabs me fully.
Her hand wraps around my shaft through the cotton, squeezes just enough to make pre-cum bead at the tip.
This is a side of Emma I don't know. Curious and bold, her fingers explore my body like it's new territory.
She pauses at the jagged scar on my chest from when I got shot the year before, her fingertips trace the raised line before she leans in, presses soft kisses along it, then flicks her tongue over the sensitive skin.
I moan, my hands caress her back in long strokes, then slide up to her ribs, thumbs teasing the soft undersides of her breasts, brushing the curves and making her nipples harden again into peaks.
“Lie on your back,” she says, pushing me down with surprising firmness, her palms flat against my chest.
I comply, lying back as she continues her trail of kisses down my chest, nips at my collarbone with gentle teeth that send shivers through me, then licks a slow path over my abs, her tongue dipping into the grooves of muscle.
She reaches the waistband of my boxers, not stopping as she mouths over the cotton, her hot breath seeps through to warm my aching cock. It twitches against her lips.
“Emma, are you trying to kill me?” I groan, my hands fist the sheets to keep from grabbing her.
She doesn't stop, thank god. One hand slips under the fabric to cup my balls, rolling them gently in her palm, the warmth and pressure making me gasp and push my hips forward, seeking more of her touch.
“Good boy, you've been so patient, haven't you?” I hear the grin in her voice, teasing and confident, as she finally hooks her fingers into the elastic and starts pulling it down.
I help her quickly, lifting my hips to free my cock, the hard length springing out, thick and glistening with pre-cum. She tugs the boxers fully off, kicking them aside.
“You're stunning,” she breathes, her eyes roaming over my exposed body, taking in every inch from my shoulders to the trail of hair leading down to my erection.
I've never felt self-conscious until now, under her intense gaze. “Like what you see?” I wrap my hand around my length and stroke slowly, from base to tip. Her eyes hood with desire as she watches.
She leans forward, and I gasp as her tongue flicks out to lick the tip, laps up the salty droplet while keeps eye contact, her brown eyes locked on mine. “Mmm, yes. I like it.”
She takes over, her confident hands wrapping around my shaft, stroking with firm, twisting pulls that make my balls tighten. Then she envelops my cock with her mouth, those perfect lips stretching wide around the head, sliding down inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat.
This is not how I imagined today would go.
Her brown eyes watch me come undone, tears pricking at the corners from the effort as she bobs her head.
I let go of everything I've been carrying, surrender as she sets the pace, but I can't stop my hips from bucking upward now and then, thrusting deeper into the wet heat of her mouth.
She uses her hands and mouth in tandem, one strokes the base while her tongue swirls around the shaft, teasing the underside with flicks that make my thighs quake, slowing to a torturous crawl before accelerates into a frenzy that builds the pressure in my core.
“Em... honey, I'm close...” I warn, my voice strained, abs clenching.
She hums around me, the vibration shoots straight to my balls.
She twirls her tongue around the sensitive tip in tight circles that make stars burst behind my eyes.
I come hard in her mouth, hot cum spilling onto her tongue as my cock pulses, waves of pleasure crash through me until I'm spent and trembling.
She swallows it all, licking every drop with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.
“Oh my god…Come here,” I tell her, pulling her up.
She nestles against me and I kiss her deeply, our scents mixed on her lips, the salty tang of my release blending with her sweetness in a way that drives me crazy. I want this woman in every way I can have her.
We lie tangled together in the aftermath, breathing hard, skin damp. Her head rests on my chest, right over my heart.
“That was...” she starts.
“Yeah.”
“We should have done that weeks ago.”
I laugh, press a kiss to her hair. “I was trying to be a gentleman.”
“I appreciate it.” She tilts her head up, grinning. “How's the ankle?”
“What ankle?”
She laughs, bright and real. Something slots into place. This is what I want. Not just the physical, though that was better than I imagined. This. The laughter after. The easy intimacy. Her body warm against mine with no barriers left between us.
“Stay,” I murmur. “Not just tonight. Stay.”
She props herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. “I'm already staying.”
“I mean really stay. Move your things from the guest room. Be here. With me.”
She's quiet for a long moment. My heart hammers against my ribs.
“Okay,” she says finally. “I'll stay.”
I pull her back down, wrap my arms around her. Hold on.
Tomorrow I'll call Maddox. I'll start unraveling the web.
But tonight, I have this. Her warmth. Her trust. The steady rhythm of her breathing as she falls asleep in my arms.
For tonight, that's everything.