When his fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear, I lift my hips and he slides the fabric away, exposing me completely. His breath hitches as he takes me in.
“McKenna,” he breathes, “you’re…perfect.”
He lowers his head, kissing the inside of my thigh, and I tremble with anticipation. His stubble brushes against my sensitive skin as he trails kisses higher, building tension until I’m writhing beneath him.
He seems in no rush at all, and when he finally reaches my clit, I cry out, my hands fisting the comforter. His tongue is patient and skilled, and he reads my body like he studies game film, instantly picking up on every response, every preference until he zones in.
“Don’t stop,” I manage. “Please don’t stop.”
He hums against me, the vibrations adding to the already overwhelming sensations until I’m teetering on the edge. The pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level, and when he sucks on me, his face buried between my legs, I finally fall, crying out his name over and over again.
He stays with me, gentle and soothing as I come down, pressing soft wet kisses to my skin. When I open my eyes, he’s there, his icy blue eyes filled with barely controlled desire.
I scramble up and reach for him, tugging at his belt with shaking hands.
“Your turn,” I whisper.
He helps me, swiftly shedding his remaining clothes, and I push him gently onto his back, climbing aboard to straddle him. The sight of him laid out beneath me is intoxicating.
“Do I need a condom?” he asks, looking up at me.
“No, I’m on the pill. And I’m good.”
“I’m clean, too,” he replies then adds, “but you probably already knew that.”
I did, but the fact that he wanted to assure me is sweet. Not that I can focus on that at the moment. Not when his generous cock is pressed against my slick opening.
The sheer size of him is intimidating, but I’m so wet and ready I can’t wait any longer. Holding each of his hands, with our fingers threaded together, I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, letting my body adjust.
Once he’s buried deep inside me, he releases my hands to grip my hips, his eyes locked onto mine. He’s completely still, giving me control, letting me set the pace. His jaw is clenched tight, teeth gritted as he fights for restraint. I can see he’s barely holding on by a thread.
“You okay?” he asks, voice rough.
“Perfect,” I breathe, beginning to move, sliding up and down over his length.
As I find my rhythm, he joins me, his hips rising to meet mine. The bed creaks loudly under us, the thrusting rhythm alerting anyone within earshot to the fact I’m getting some at the moment. Hard and fast. He glances up with concern. “McKenna, the neighbors—”
I lean down, pressing my lips to his. “If you even think about stopping right now, Emmitt Buckley, I’ll—”
“Wouldn’t think of it, honey.” His eyes flash with something primal, and his grip tightens as he meets my movements with more force. The pounding intensity builds between us, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, our bodies slick with sweat.
I feel the wave building again, threatening to consume me. His eyes are locked onto mine, his body tensing beneath me as he fights for control.
“Emmitt,” I gasp as another orgasm rips through me, more intense than before. He groans, his body bucking as he finds his own release, filling me completely.
I collapse onto his chest, my body spent, my mind blissfully quiet for once. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, his heart pounding beneath my ear.
Somehow, my bedroom feels different now, as if it belongs to the version of myself from before I slept with Emmitt and everything changed. I should be freaking out, brainstorming how I’ll survive this mess, but right now, in the quiet aftermath, with Emmitt’s arms around me, I don’t. I let myself have this moment. Let myself be completely, utterly present.
“What happens now?” I ask quietly.
His arms tighten around me, one large hand stroking up and down my spine. “Now, you fall asleep in my arms, and I enjoy how perfect you feel.”
I’m struck by how safe I am nestled against him. Cherished. Protected. Despite everything. “And tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow, we figure it out.”
Emmitt
