I reach between us, circling her clit with my thumb, and she gasps as I slide in slowly. Emma wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me closer with her heels. I slide in a little further and Emma moans loudly, the sounds of her pleasure echoing against the walls.
"Oh fuck. You're so tight. So fucking good." I lean down, planting my forehead against hers, willing myself to hold back. I refuse to cause her pain. Nothing but pleasure from here on out.
"Oh god, Asher." Emma's chest heaves, and I force myself to go slower until I'm bottomed out. Too late, I realize I didn't use a condom, and I have no idea if she's on birth control. And, I'm the asshole who hopes she isn't. The idea of filling her with my seed and planting a baby tonight has a tight coil building low in my belly. My balls tighten, and I grit my teeth.
"I'm going to let you adjust, baby. And, then we'll go slow." I use my thumb against her clit and her pussy clenches like a vice. "Oh, fuuuuuuuck."
I'm not going to be able to hold back. Her pussy is like heaven on earth.
"I can take you," she pants, and it weakens the last of my resolve.
I fuck into her with a wanton abandon that should terrify both of us. But instead, she calls out my name, begging me to go faster. The slapping of our skin, her honey coating my cock as I fuck her into the mattress, and the sounds of her soft gasps of pleasure, are all intensely erotic. She takes me, thrust for thrust, rolling her hips as I fuck her hard. She lets out a whimpering sob, and I lift my head, terrified I'm going to see pain reflected in her features, but her face reveals only pure ecstasy.
My girl can take me.
The realization makes me lose all control. Any sense of self-preservation is out the window. The sounds of her pleasure unlock my heart, and my secrets spill from my lips.
"I love you, Emma. Since the day I met you." I moan as her pussy clenches down on my cock, and I'm desperate to take her over the edge with me. She starts to say something, but my thumb rubs furious circles against her clit, and she keens with pleasure when I find the perfect rhythm.
"You are so beautiful and kind. So fucking perfect."
Emma's loud moans fill the room, my new favorite song, and I am simultaneously furious and grateful that Donovan never got to hear them.
"I've fucked my own hand to this moment for years. Wishing you were beneath me, on top of me, just here with me."
"Oh god, Asher!" Emma sobs, her core clenches me so tightly, I see a blinding light.
"I love you, Emma. I always have. And I always will," I whisper hoarsely, and then her entire body locks.
She shatters, milking my cock, and I follow her over the edge with a growl, releasing ropes of my hot seed inside her. The image of her belly swollen with my child has me thrusting again and again as her pussy flutters around my cock.
I fall to her side, pulling her with me so I can keep my cock inside her. She rests her cheek on my chest, and I pull her hand up to my face, nuzzling into it.
"Thank you," Emma whispers, her fingers curling into my strands as she plays with my hair, and I open my eyes to stare at her.
"You made my greatest fantasy come true. I meant what I said. You are mine." I realize my intensity could scare her, but I need her to know.
Emma smiles, but I need more.
"Say it. You're mine." I put a thumb on her lips.
"I'm yours," she whispers, and I lean forward, brushing her lips with mine in a kiss far sweeter than anything we've shared so far.
"Asher," Emma says quietly. "Will you spoon me?"
Emma's soft gasp as I pull out is enough to have me hardening all over again, but she needs sleep.
"Turn," I command and Emma grins before doing as I say. She scoots her little curvy body back against me, and I decide this is how we will sleep for the rest of our lives.
"You are a goddess," I whisper. "A queen. And you deserve to be treated like one every day, for the rest of your life."
Emma smiles softly right before she succumbs to sleep. Her breathing evens out quickly. I hold her for hours, giving her the connection and comfort that she lacked for so long, as I alternate between rage and gratitude for her circumstances. Emma is the strongest woman I know. And, if she hadn't gone through all of that, she wouldn't be here with me tonight. Selfishly, I don't want a world where she isn't in my arms.
When I realize sleep is futile, I roll over and reach for my phone, still tucked away in the pants I discarded on the floor. I gaze at my sleeping angel, my cock stirring with the view of her naked curvy ass now pressed against my bare hip.
I growl at myself and pull the covers up to keep her warm. She will most likely be sore in the morning.
Morning.
