"I'm scared, Nate."
"About what, love? I'm here…"
"Everything. Anything… I want all of this to stop. I don't feel comfortable leaving my house anymore." She sniffled, and I could tell she'd been fighting back tears.
I pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Its' alright, Ember. I promise, we're going to fix this. It won't always be like this, okay?"
She turned, claiming a kiss from me, and then bit my lower lip. "Can you just remind me why I got myself into this mess with you?"
I chuckled. "You want me to boss you around and pin you down to my desk?" I smiled and watched her lip rise at the corner.
"As long as you make me feel good so I forget everything and feel something other than anxiety…" She batted her eyelashes and I kissed her again, deeper this time.
I kissed Ember with a ferocity that burned away everything else.
My hands slid under her sweater, found her warm skin, and pulled her close against me on the couch.
She kissed me back, her lips fierce and soft, as if we could carve out a world just for us.
The connection felt raw but real. I didn't care what anyone else said.
She was made for me.
“Mmm," she moaned, "right here on the couch?"
"Why not? It's just us…" I kissed her again, deeper, as I started to undress her.
I tugged her sweater over her head then tossed it aside to admire her full breasts bulging out of her bra, urging me to bite one.
My hands followed the curve of her waist, and she leaned into me to allow me the pleasure.
My teeth raked over her skin as my fingers found the hook and undid it, letting the bra slip away to the floor.
Growling against her pulse point, I cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened.
She moaned softly and arched toward me and began working the buttons of my shirt too.
It was all I could do not to throw her down and ravish her when her fingers met my chest and spread my shirt open.
But I reminded myself to be patient and worship her. She deserved it.
“Stand up for a second," I urged her.
She rose, and I pulled her pants and underwear down, leaving her bare in front of me.
For a moment I admired her as I slipped my dick out and stroked myself, but she looked slightly embarrassed.
I stripped off my clothes in moments, and lay down before I guided her hips to straddle my face. "Sit," I ordered, and she snickered.
"Seriously?" she asked, hiding her embarrassment behind her palms.
"Yes, I'm serious. Let me devour you," I said again, patting my chest. "Sit."
She lowered herself, hands braced on the couch’s backrest, and gasped when my tongue met her skin.
Slow licks traced her folds as I tasted the moisture flowing out of her.
