Her eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide, and she bit her lip as she worked herself. The flush on her chest deepened, spreading down her stomach.
“Cam,” she breathed, her other hand coming up to cup her breast.
“Keep going. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
Her rhythm picked up, her thighs trembling, and I could see she was getting close. Her head tipped back against the cushions, eyes closed, lips parting on a moan.
“Don’t you dare finish without me.”
Her eyes snapped open, meeting mine with a wicked smile. “Then you better hurry up.”
I tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth, rolling it on as quickly as my shaking hands would allow. Then I was back over her, catching both her wrists in one hand and pinning them above her head.
Her breath hitched, her eyes going even darker. “I fucking love it when you do that.”
“I know.” I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her. “Look at me.”
She did, and I pushed inside, inch by torturous inch, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face until I was buried completely.
“Fuck,” I breathed, pressing my forehead to hers, my grip tightening on her wrists. “You feel so good. So perfect.”
I pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in, finding a rhythm that had her gasping my name. The rain outside got heavier, drowning out the sounds we were making. No mean feat, because Emily wasn’t exactly quiet.
Her body clenched around me, pulling me deeper, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I angled my hips, hitting that spot that made her cry out, and slid one hand between us to stroke her clit.
“Right there,” she gasped, her whole body tensing. “God, don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I kept the same pace, the same pressure, watching her face as pleasure built and built. Her breathing went ragged, her eyes glazed, and then she was coming, her back arching off the couch, my name a broken cry on her lips.
The feel of her pulsing around me pushed me right over the edge. I buried myself deep and let go, pleasure whiting out everything else for a few perfect seconds.
I let go of her wrists and wrapped my arms around her, rolling onto my side with her tucked against me. For a long moment after, we just lay there. Breathing hard. Tangled together. The rain still falling outside.
Emily’s fingers traced lazy patterns up and down my back, and I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, her neck, anywhere I could reach without moving.
“We should probably get dressed before your mom shows up with the girls,” she said eventually, though she didn’t sound particularly motivated.
“Probably.” I didn’t move.
“Cam.”
“Five more minutes.”
She laughed, the sound vibrating through both of us. “Fine. Five more minutes.”
I lifted my head to look at her. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes soft and satisfied. There was something else there too, something that looked a lot like contentment.
“You know one weekend isn’t going to cut it, right?”
Her gaze turned a little feral. “No?”
“Definitely no.”
“But how will it work? With the girls and everything?”
“No idea, but we’ll figure it out, if you’re interested.”
“Oh, I’mveryinterested.”
