14. Emil
EMIL
Idon't know whether to be insulted or turned on that she's demanding a test run of me. Like I'm some fucking car she needs to take around the block before she commits to the purchase.
The audacity of this woman.
I decide I'm both insulted and aroused, and I shrug. "Sure, why not?"
Her eyes widen slightly, color rising on her cheeks.
She turns without a word and leads the way down the hall to her bedroom.
I follow, watching the sway of her hips and how her ass moves beneath those tight jeans.
My cock is already hard, pressing against my zipper.
She wants to test me? Fine. I'll show her exactly what she's getting herself into.
Her bedroom is small and feminine. The bed is covered in a pale blue comforter with pillows stacked against the headboard. She turns to face me, and I can see the determination in her eyes. She's trying to be brave and maintain control of this situation.
I'm not going to let her.
She reaches for the hem of her shirt, clearly intending to strip and get this over with quickly. Like it's a business transaction.
I catch her wrist before she can pull the fabric up. "No."
Her breath hitches. "No?"
"You want to test me?" I step closer, backing her toward the bed. My body crowds hers, and I can feel the heat radiating off her skin. "Then we do this my way."
"That's not…" she says, but her voice quavers. I can see her pulse jumping in her throat, can smell the faint scent of her arousal already starting to build.
"That's exactly how this works." I release her wrist and cup her face, tilting it up so she has to look at me. Her skin is soft and warm beneath my palm. "You think you're in control here, Kiera? You're not. You haven't been since the moment you said we were engaged."
I can feel her pulse racing beneath my palm. She's scared and excited and trying so damn hard not to show either. It's fucking adorable.
"I just wanted to see if we're compatible," she whispers.
"We're compatible." I brush my thumb across her lower lip, feeling the softness of it. "But I'll prove it to you."
I kiss her then, slow and deep, taking my time. Her taste is sweet and intoxicating. Her hands come up to my chest, and for a moment I think she's going to push me away, but instead her fingers curl into my shirt, gripping the fabric like she needs something to hold onto.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, claiming her mouth the way I'm going to claim the rest of her. She makes a small sound in the back of her throat, and my cock throbs in response. Fuck, I want her. I want to bury myself inside her and make her scream my name.
But not yet. This is going to be slow. I'm going to take my time with her and show her exactly what it means to be mine.
I walk her backward until her legs hit the bed, then I break the kiss. "Sit."
She sits, looking up at me with those wide eyes.
I can see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breasts straining against her shirt.
The outline of her nipples is visible through the fabric, hard little points that make my mouth water.
Fuck. I want to take this slow, but seeing her like this is testing my control.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Her gaze drops to my chest, then lower to my abs, and she swallows thickly. Yeah, she likes what she sees.
"Your turn," I say.
She hesitates, then reaches for her shirt again.
This time, I let her. She pulls it off, revealing a simple white bra.
Nothing fancy, nothing designed to seduce, but it doesn't matter.
Her breasts are perfect, full and round, spilling over the cups.
I can see her nipples hardening beneath the fabric, and my fingers itch to touch them.
"All of it," I tell her.
She stands and unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down her legs along with her panties.
When she's naked, I take a moment to just look at her.
Her body is fucking gorgeous. Soft curves and a flat stomach.
Her breasts are even better without the bra, heavy and perfect, with dusky pink nipples that are begging for my mouth.
My cock throbs, demanding attention, but I ignore it.
"Lie back," I say.
She does, scooting up the bed until her head is on the pillows.
I strip off the rest of my clothes, watching her eyes widen when she sees my cock.
I climb onto the bed, settling between her legs.
She tenses, but I don't move to enter her.
Instead, I run my hands up her thighs. Her legs are toned but soft, feminine. Perfect.
"Relax," I murmur.
"Easy for you to say," she breathes.
I lean down and kiss her inner thigh, then the other one. She gasps, her hips shifting. I work my way up slowly, kissing and licking, tasting the salt of her skin. She smells incredible, like vanilla and all woman.
When I reach her pussy, I pause. She's already wet, glistening, and the scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. I drag my tongue through her folds, tasting her, and she moans. Her hands fly to my hair, gripping tight.
Fuck, she tastes good. Sweet and musky and addictive. I take my time, exploring every inch of her with my mouth, finding the spots that make her gasp and the ones that make her whimper. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, adding to my need to take her.
When I close my lips around her clit and suck, she cries out, her back arching off the bed. I slide two fingers inside her. She's so fucking tight and wet, ready for me. Her inner muscles clench around my fingers, and I groan against her.
"Emil," she gasps. "Please."
"Please what?" I lift my head to look at her. Her face is flushed, her lips parted, and her eyes glazed with need. She's fucking beautiful like this, spread out beneath me, desperate for what only I can give her.
"I need… I need…"
"You need me to fuck you?"
She nods frantically, and satisfaction surges through me. Yeah, she needs me. She can pretend this is just a test, just her maintaining control, but we both know the truth. She's mine. She just doesn't want to admit it yet.
I crawl up her body, settling my weight on top of her. My cock presses against her entrance, and I can feel how ready she is, how wet and hot. But I don't push inside yet. I want to see her face when I enter her, want to watch her expression as I claim her.
"Look at me," I command.
Her eyes meet mine, and I hold her gaze as I slowly, inch by inch, slide into her. She's so fucking tight, her body gripping me like a vice. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
"Breathe," I tell her.
She does, and I push deeper, until I'm fully seated inside her. I stay still, letting her adjust, watching the play of emotions across her face.
I pull out slowly, then thrust back in. She moans, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. I set a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. I want her to feel every inch of me, and to remember this tomorrow when she's sore and satisfied and can't stop thinking about me.
I lean down and capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard.
She cries out, her core clenching around me.
Fuck, that feels good. Her breast is soft and heavy in my hand, her nipple hard against my tongue.
I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention, while my hips keep up their steady pace.
"Emil," she moans. "Oh, God, Emil."
Hearing my name on her lips like that, breathy and desperate, makes something primal surge inside me.
Mine. She's mine. I increase my pace, driving into her harder, deeper.
The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard thumping against the wall.
Let her neighbors hear. Let them know she's being fucked properly.
She's close. I can feel it in the way her body tenses and how her breathing becomes erratic, but mostly by the way her inner muscles clench my dick. I reach between us and rub her clit with my thumb, and that's all it takes.
She comes with a sharp cry, her core muscles spasming around my cock, milking me.
The sensation is incredible, overwhelming, and I follow her over the edge.
My orgasm rips through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as I empty myself inside her, marking her from the inside out.
For a long moment, we just lie there, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own. She's trembling slightly, aftershocks still running through her.
Finally, I lift my head to look at her. Her eyes are closed, her face flushed and beautiful. I brush a strand of hair away from her forehead, and her eyes flutter open.
She looks at me for a long moment, still breathing hard, and then she says, "I guess you'll do."