Her hands found the hem of my shirt, tugged it up. I broke the kiss long enough to pull it off, toss it somewhere behind me. She ran her hands over my chest, my shoulders, mapping musclewith appreciative hums. Heat shot through me wherever she touched, raising goosebumps down my body.
“God,” she breathed. “Have you gotten bigger?”
“Maybe.”
I kissed her neck, her collarbone, working my way down. She arched under me, fingers threading through my hair. When I reached the edge of her bra, I looked up at her.
She nodded.
I unhooked it, pulled it off. Took a moment just to look at her. She was beautiful. Flushed and wanting. I wanted her too. I did.
I kissed her breast, circled my tongue around her nipple, and she gasped. Her hands tightened in my hair.
“Liam—“
I worked my way lower, kissing down her stomach while my hands found the button of her jeans. She lifted her hips to help me pull them off, and then she was just in black panties.
Fuck.
“Come here,” she said, pulling me back up to kiss her.
Her hands went to my belt, and I helped her, kicking off my jeans and boxer briefs until we were both naked. She wrapped her hand around my cock, and I groaned against her mouth.
“You’re so hard,” she said.
“Been thinking about this.” Not a lie. I’d been thinking about her, about this, about proving to myself that—
I kissed her deeper. She rolled us so I was on my back, and she was straddling me now. The heat of her pressed against my cock made me groan.
She sat back, looked down at me with dark eyes. “I want to taste you.”
She kissed down my chest, my stomach, moving lower. Heat followed her lips down my stomach, each kiss making my dick throb harder until I could barely think past the need building as she settled between my legs.
And then her mouth—hot and wet—wrapped around me.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
She worked me with her mouth and hand in sync, alternating between sucking and licking, taking me deeper. I had to fight not to thrust up into her throat.
God. So good.
I looked down at her. The sight of her mouth around my cock, the focused expression on her face, the way her hand moved—I closed my eyes and the image in my mind changed.
Different hair. Shorter. Darker. Those blue eyes looking up at me instead. Alex with his full lips stretched around me—
I throbbed harder. A shock of pleasure so intense I gasped.
No. Fuck. Don’t.
I opened my eyes, shoving the image away and focused on Emily—just Emily. The reality of her, not the fantasy of—
Emily hummed around me, and the vibration sent another spike of pleasure through me. I was getting close. Too close.
“Emily,” I said, voice rough. “Come here.”
She pulled off, confused. “You don’t want—“
“I want you.” I reached down, pulled her up to me. “I want to be inside you.”
