My cock has been hard since this morning when I watched her walk around my apartment in nothing but my t-shirt. The sight of her in my clothes hit something primal in me. Then Selena showed up, and I had to push it all down, be what Emily needed.
Now I'm acutely aware of every breath she takes, how it makes her breasts rise and fall beneath her shirt. Her skin still has the flush of anger, or something else. The marks I left on her neck this morning are visible—faint shadows that will fade by tomorrow.
Croissant stretches, disturbed by Emily's movements, then jumps off her lap with an indignant meow. The buffer between us is gone.
Emily shifts and turns toward me. Her eyes aren't soft anymore. They're clear, fierce—the same look she had when she told Selena to get out.
"Make me forget," she says. "Make me forget anyone ever made me feel like I wasn't enough."
Just like that, my restraint disintegrates into dust.
"You want me to make you forget? I can do that. But I won't be gentle, Em."
She doesn't answer with words. Instead, she moves, one smooth motion into my lap, knees on either side of my thighs. Her hands come up to my face.
"I don't want gentle." She rolls her hips, grinding against my cock. "I want you."
I grab her ass, fingers digging in as I stand, lifting her with me. She makes a sound and wraps her legs around my waist.Her back hits the door with a solid thump, and she gasps, eyes widening.
I cage her with my body, not letting her feet touch the ground. She's trapped between me and the door, exactly where I want her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly; each breath presses her breasts against me.
She smells like vanilla soap, but underneath is the scent of my shower gel from this morning. Still marked by me in that small way.
Emily's palms slide along my chest before she threads her fingers through my hair, yanks my head back, and drags her tongue along my Adam's apple. Holy fuck.
I crush my mouth to hers, not starting slow, not giving her time to breathe. She matches me instantly, opening for me, her tongue tangling with mine.
Emily bites my bottom lip, and I growl into her mouth, the sting shoots straight to my cock.
My hands find the hem of her shirt. I yank it up. It catches on her arms, and she makes a frustrated sound, trying to help free her shirt without breaking the kiss. She’s trapped, bound by her own shirt. It’s wrapped around her upper torso, pinning her arms high, holding her in place with only her head above the folded mess. She squirms to unwrap her shirt over her head, but I hold it in place. Holdherin place. I embrace her in this confined position and kiss her hard, feeding on her mouth. She struggles more then stops, and our eyes connect. “Trust me, Em?” Her eyes widen and without hesitation she nods, and we slam our mouths back into a deep, passionate kiss.
I pull back just enough to free her shirt over her head and toss it somewhere behind me. She's already working on my buttons, but her hands are shaking. Too slow. I grab both sides and pull, sending buttons scattering across the floor. Causing Croissant to jump fitfully and scamper, disapprovingly, to somewhere, anywhere, but out of our sight.
"I liked that shirt," I say, not really giving a damn.
"I'll buy another one." Her hands are on my chest now, exploring, fingertips trailing over the tattoo that covers my pecs, dipping lower to my abs. “And maybe some cuffs or ropes too, if you’re a good boy.”
I unhook her bra, pulling it down her arms, and then her breasts are free, nipples already hard. I cup them, rough thumbs circling the peaks, and she arches into my touch.
"You see what you do to me?" I guide one of her hands to the bulge straining against my jeans.
She palms me through the denim, squeezing just hard enough to make my hips jerk. "Selena said you didn't want me."
"Then watch me prove her wrong." I dip my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Her hands grip my hair, holding me there.
I switch to the other breast, teeth grazing the taut bud, and her hips roll against me. Fuck, every part of her tastes so good.
When I pull back, both nipples are wet from my mouth. I shove both shorts and underwear down, and she kicks them away.
Time to praise my woman.
I lower her to the floor and drop to my knees.
"Alex, what—" Emily sucks in a sharp breath as I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider to me.
Without another word, I put my mouth on her, one long lick from entrance to clit. She's already wet, arousal coating my tongue. I focus on her clit, circling it, flicking it, then sucking it between my lips. Above me, she's falling apart—gasping, one hand still in my hair, the other pressed against the door for balance.
Slipping one finger inside her, then another, I curl them to hit that spot that makes her thighs tremble. Her hips rock against my face, and my God, I just love this version of her. Not nervous or unsure, just a woman chasing her pleasure.
