When I came back to Emma’s room, she was standing stock-still in the same spot that I’d left her in.
“All right. One for you,” I said, carefully handing her the candlestick and tapered candle topped with a small flickering flame, “And one for me. I’ll… give you some space now. Please let me know if you need anything though, okay?”
As my hand brushed against hers, it felt like a tiny bolt of lightning jumped between us—a curious spark. She was so close… all I had to do was reach out and take what I wanted. I could imagine her melting against me, me ripping her thin dress right off and tasting her beautiful skin, feeling how wet she was as I shoved my cock inside her. The very thought was starting to get to me, and I had to turn away before she noticed.
Despite all that, she was my guest and I wanted her to be comfortable. “Good night,” I said over my shoulder before walking out the door. I could’ve sworn I heard her whisper it back, the smallest bit of disappointment in her voice.
Unable to take a shower and cool my thoughts off, I got undressed and lay in my bed, imagining Emma kneeling before me, her full lips wrapped around my cock, taking as much of me into her mouth as she could fit. Stroking my dick wasn’t helping, not when I knew the real thing was only at the end of the hall…
I slid out of bed and into my robe, pacing the floor of my room. My heart was racing, beating almost as fast as the rain pouring down the sides of the windows.
Before I knew what was happening, my feet had led me back down the hallway, until I creaked open her door, the candlestick in my hand. Opening it without knocking first was a pretty ballsy move, but it was like my brain had shut the hell down.
To my surprise, Emma was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes focused on me as I approached her slowly. I could even see her chest heaving, straining against the top of her dress. When she stood up to meet me, I pulled her hands into mine.
I didn’t understand why I was so insanely drawn to this woman past the obvious, but I went with it. “There was something I meant to do before,” I said, my voice low.
My hands slipped around her waist and I caught the look of surprise on Emma’s face in the flickering of the candlelight and the sharp lightning strikes outside.
My lips found hers easily as I bent down, my mind reeling as I swept my tongue along her lower lip. She would be mine for the night.
Chapter 4
EMMA
I don’t know when Cory managed to put the candle in the nearby holder, but everything was lost to me except his mouth on mine.
With the thunder acting as the backup singer to my gasping for breath, Cory lifted me up and wrapped my bare legs around his waist.
His robe had come undone and underneath, the only thing separating our skin was my dress and thong—Cory wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing.
I drew in a shaky breath as we pulled apart for one long, agonizing moment, the lightning reflecting in his blue eyes. It sent the most delicious shock through me to see him staring at me with such lust, like he’d been lost at sea and I was his savior. But his mouth wasn’t done with mine yet, and he kissed me harder, deeper, his tongue thrusting in past mine, tasting me. His bare chest felt warm and so very much alive with the way his heartbeat thrummed against me.
His hands went up to cup my bare ass, squeezing firmly as he backed me up onto the low dresser, sending the mirror swaying as I lifted my chin up to give him better access to my throat.
Kissing along the sensitive length between my earlobe and my collarbone, Cory’s mouth was warm while his hands didn’t stay idle as they held my hips firmly in place. I thought for a split second he would push my panties aside and sink me down onto the thick cock jutting up between him and my belly, but Cory had other things on his mind first.
“God, Emma,” he murmured along my collarbone, nipping at my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I have to have you. I have to.”
Not hot, not sexy. Beautiful… college guys didn’t know the right words to a girl’s heart, but Cory was much more than some college guy. He was 100% all hot-blooded cowboy, if it wasn’t evident by the throbbing shaft I was now grazing my fingernails along…
“Ohhh,” he breathed, a slight chuckle escaping his throat. “You are a bad girl, aren’t you? Two can play that game, Emma.”
I fucking loved the way my name sounded in his mouth, the deep drawl catching right at the end of it. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, barely having enough room to stroke the length of him.
Cory’s mouth travelled down to my cleavage, and his hands had slid up along my sides to push the thin straps of my dress aside, my shoulders now bare.
A louder crash of thunder matched the electricity that charged through me as my bare nipples were exposed to the cool air, courtesy of the ceiling fan above us.
“Mmm, simply beautiful,” he said, his eyes on me as he brushed both thumbs over my nipples, causing me to shudder uncontrollably.
I tried to fix on a smile as I stroked him again, but he’d pulled out of my reach, ducking down to draw my nipple into his mouth, lashing it fiercely with his tongue.
I whimpered at the sensation of his tongue lapping at me, switching between flicking slowly against my nipple and suckling it into his mouth with an audible pop. It was like he was starting a fire deep inside my belly, the flames licking up the sides up my groin. I wanted more—so much more.
As if he were reading my mind, Cory swept me back up into his arms and walked backward until his legs hit the edge of my bed. “I need to see more of you, baby,” he whispered, standing me up and pulling the dress up and over my head before tossing it aside.
I felt vulnerable at first, but looking at the way he regarded my mostly naked body, a sense of pride swept over me. And it gave me a chance to really get a good look at him, his cock sticking out, the mushroom head of it sending the most perverse thoughts into my brain…
Gently pushing me until I lay back on the bed, he wasted no time splaying my legs apart. I had to admit, there was a small twinge of disappointment running through me when he didn’t immediately fuck me right there, but Cory was definitely a man with better patience than me, the wicked grin that spread across his handsome face more than telling.
“I’ve been wondering this whole time…” he started off, standing between my legs as he rubbed my calves first, pushing up further and further, “what kind of beautiful…” hands inching up further, “tight…” and even further, “delicious surprise you had hidden under that dress of yours. I reckon I should find out, don’t you?”
The more he talked, the wetter I became. “I reckon you should,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as my legs shook from anticipation.
Letting his fingers graze along the inside of my thighs, Cory was loving the amazing torture he was putting me through. When he reached the apex of my thighs, he stopped and moved closer, bringing his mouth down to my breast again. This time h
e lay half on top of me, licking at my nipples as he began to squeeze my breasts together, his cock throbbing along my navel, so dangerously close…
I cried out, squirming against him. My skin broke out in gooseflesh over and over again, and I was secretly pleased by how firm his nice ass was as I squeezed it back, wishing to wrap my legs around him so that he’d rub against my aching mound.
The satisfied noises he made as his mouth trailed further down south were nothing compared to the way my breath started to come in pants. He hadn’t even touched me yet but I was already so close to coming, having never experienced such a sensitive lover like him before.
Cory took his sweet time, relishing the way I couldn’t hold still. When his mouth hovered over my mound, his warm breath in contact with my sensitive skin, I thought for sure I’d lose it right then and there.
Cory slipped his rough finger between my panties and my sex, peeling the damp fabric up and away from me, effectively leaving my pussy lips exposed while covering up the top of my mound. I was trying so desperately hard to not raise my hips to his face, but it was so hard.
“Exquisite, Emma,” he whispered right over my covered-up clit.
He slid his wide finger inside me easily with how wet I was, and I shuddered as he pressed upward, circling his finger around my g-spot even better than I could do with one of my own toys.
I looked down at him in amazement, watching the look of concentration on his face as he began to pump one, then two fingers slowly in and out of me.
Calming my breathing down the best I could, I had to look away. Cory’s striking eyes would make me come on the spot if I kept staring into them too long. The panties were finally pulled off of me and I thought I was going to cry from the pleasure of his thumb brushing over my swollen clit.