“Kiss me?” she gasps.
I adjust so I can kiss her and finger-fuck her at the same time, our tongues warring while her hips buck and she scratches her fingers down my tender back.
Worth it.
She gasps and breaks free of the kiss as her vagina clenches hard around my fingers, her head arched back again, the setting sun glowing against her long neck, that perfectlyEmmajaw jutted out while she cries my name and comes hard on my fingers.
Beautiful.
No,exquisite.
Her entire body shudders, then sags back into the mattress. “Forgot…how good…” she murmurs.
I blink once.
Then again.
Does she—
“Oh my god, I didn’t say that,” she gasps.
I nuzzle her neck. “You deserve all the orgasms. Don’t apologize.”
“But I—no.”
I lift my head.
She strokes my cheeks and gives me an embarrassed look. “You’re right. I won’t apologize.”
I smile.
She smiles back.
And then her expression turns spunky. “Did you know thatsomeonethat I was supposed to be here with,who knew better, actually packed condoms in our honeymoon bag? I had them on the nightstand as a glaring reminder that I was right to leave him. I might have shoved them in the drawer when I realized it might look like…I wanted to take advantage of you.”
There’s entirely too much to unpack there, but for the first time since I met her, she’s not retreating at the mention of why she was supposed to be here. “My dear Emma, what exactly are you saying?”
She flexes her hips under me, easily brushing my aching cock. “I’msatisfied, butyou’renot. We should rectify that.”
My hand drifts up her side until I can brush her nipple with my thumb again. “Watching you was quite satisfying.”
She bites her lip. “Shouldn’t I get the satisfaction of watching you come too?”
My cock goes impossibly harder. “Only if I’m on top.”
“Deal.”
I grip her wrist as she reaches for the nightstand. “Emma.”
She freezes and stares up at me.
“Don’teverlet anyone convince you that you’re not attractive or that you’re unworthy or anything like it ever again. Understand?”
She sucks in a quick breath and blinks a few times, then stares at me like she’s fully digesting every bit of meaning she can pull out of my order.
A smile slowly creeps back over her face. “Okay,” she whispers. “Thank you.”
I kiss her nose. “My absolute pleasure.”
