Jesus, she’s addictive. If she was hot on Friday, now she’s nuclear. Knowing she wants me as much as I want her makes my blood simmer.
I pull my mouth from hers for an unbearable second. “Hold on.” I lift her up bridal style and carry her upstairs to my bedroom, where the door is ajar. I toe it open, carry her in and place her on the bed. The sight of her lying there, hair spread on the sheet like spun gold, is…perfect. It feels right to have her in my bed, her blue eyes dark and glazed with desire. Her lips are starkly red and wet from the kiss, and the desire to have her mouth on my cock makes my vision go hazy.
She looks up at me and licks her lips. Jesus. I place my hands on either side of her head and kiss her again, forcing myself to be tender and take it slow. She wraps a hand around the back of my waist and pulls me closer, sucking gently on my tongue.
Clinging to control, I slip a hand under her shirt. She reaches from the other side and unhooks her bra.
I give a fervent, silent thanks to whomever invented the front clasp as I cup her breast, feel the soft, warm weight against my bare palm and rub my thumb against the blunt, stiffened tip.
I push her shirt up and take her nipple into my mouth. She grips my hair as I suck, the tip of my tongue flicking over the hard little nub.
“Emmett, Emmett…”
Her mindless chant is an aphrodisiac. I lavish the other nipple with the same attention, and she cries out, her hips bucking.
Blood roars in my head. I pull the shirt over her head and toss it. I cover her neck with kisses and hear her breath hitch when I press my mouth against the skin behind her ears. A kiss with lips and tongue placed dead center between her collarbones makes her shiver. Fondling her breasts while layering her belly with kisses earns me a needy whimper that frays the already threadbare reins of my self-control.
She’s incredibly responsive, her entire body open to sensual torment. But she’s reacting with uncertainty every time I explore a new part of her gorgeous body, like she’s unsure about my touch there. It’s a crime nobody loved her thoroughly, showed her how her whole body can be used to make her feel good.
Their loss is my gain, I think with vicious satisfaction as I pull her pants and underwear down her legs, placing kisses along the path. She’s lost her flip-flops somewhere between the foyer and the bedroom. I press my thumb against the arch of her foot. She moans in bliss. Smiling, I nip the skin at her ankle, then run my mouth along her calves and kiss the skin behind her knees. It makes her squirm, the muscles in her ass tightening as she lifts her hips impatiently. I lave the spot, just to be sure, and her fingers dig into the sheets.
“Mmm-hmmm. So soft and sensitive everywhere. We’re going to have so much fun.”
“Yes, yes,” she whispers breathlessly. I don’t know if she understands half what I said or what she’s agreeing to. She’s feeling too good to know or care.
Excited at her reaction, I take her mouth in another lush, carnal kiss, our tongues tangling. I slip my hand between her legs. Feel the liquid heat. She’s so slick, so wet.
My thumb against her clit, I push a finger into her. She makes a sound between bliss and dissatisfaction. After a couple of drives, I push two more fingers in and feel her clench around them desperately. I take a moment, inhaling and exhaling to regain my slippery grip on control. I experiment with the
angle of the thrust, feel the way her inner muscles respond. My fingers bump against a small spot inside, and she screams against my mouth, digging her fingers into my shoulders.
“Do you like that, Amy?” I demand, elation driving me.
“Yes!” she yells.
Then, before she can let out another loud moan, I kiss her, fucking her with my fingers and letting her clit grind against the pad of my thumb. She braces her feet on the mattress and rocks against me, her back arching. Her leg and arm muscles shake as she tries to hang on.
But I’m going to watch her break as she hits the peak.
And she does, her mouth open in a soundless scream, her whole body tighter than an overwound spring, then suddenly relaxing into a puddle of bliss. Air rushes in and out her lungs, and I place tender kisses on her mouth and her breasts, then on her belly. I love everything about her orgasm. How it makes her lose herself. How it makes me want to drive her harder and higher.
I spread her legs. She’s too overcome to care. Her pink flesh glistens, like a glazed treat. I wanted to lick it, suck on her clit until she comes again. But my dick’s too hard and throbbing.
I rip my clothes off roughly, then reach over to the night table and pull out a condom from the drawer.
Once I’m properly sheathed, I position myself and thrust into her until I’m buried all the way to my balls.
Holy Christ. She feels amazing. And it actually feels hotter than on Friday when I drove into her bare.
I grip her hips and begin to move. Oh yes.
It’s an effort not to just immediately go full speed, but I should wait. See if she like it that way, too…
…but the sliver of control I’ve been hanging on to vanishes like a snowflake in my grip, and I power into her. She clings to me hard. She whispers my name endlessly, breathlessly.
Her growing pleasure feeds mine, and I’m now out of my mind with searing need for her. My skin is tight and hot, my lungs struggling to draw in air as I plunge into her.
She arches against me, clinging to me, her voice an aria of ecstasy. I bury my face in the crook of her neck and inhale her sweet scent—mixed with clean, misted sweat and arousal. And I erupt, my arms wrapped around her like she’s the only thing that matters in my world.