“You're beautiful.”
“You're wearing too many clothes.”
I remedy that as quickly as the boot allows. She laughs again when I nearly fall over, and then she pulls me down to her, her skin against mine. I stop thinking altogether.
There is nothing slow or poetic about the way I crave her. I'm greedy for every inch of her skin, the heat radiating from herbody. The world outside this room slips out of focus. No threats, no rivals, no curated persona to perform. There's only Emma, her skin soft and hot under my palms as I slide my hands up her sides, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp.
I nip at her earlobe, feeling the sharp intake of her breath against my cheek, trail my tongue down the curve of her neck. Suck lightly at the pulse point while my hands roam lower, cup her ass, pull her hips flush against mine. The hard length of my cock presses into her through our clothes, throbbing with need.
I follow the delicate line of her collarbone with my lips, tasting the faint salt of her skin, until I reach the thin strap of her bra. “Can I take this off?” I ask, my voice raw and gravelly with desire.
She nods, no hesitation, her eyes dark and locked on mine. “Yes. God, yes.”
I capture her mouth again in a deep kiss, my tongue sweeps in to tangle with hers. Part raw hunger, part reverent worship. Her body molds perfectly under mine on the bed, her thighs part slightly to cradle my weight as I grind against her. The friction sends sparks up my spine. Her hands roam my back, nails scrape lightly over my shirt, urging me on. She wants this. Wants me. That knowledge makes my pulse pound harder.
I hook my fingers under the straps and slide them down her arms slowly, watch every flicker across her face. The way her lips part in anticipation. Her eyelids flutter with want. Her chest rises faster as her self-control crumbles. I lift her upper body with one arm around her waist, my other hand reaches behind to fumble with the clasp. It resists for a split second before giving way with a soft snap, the tension releasing like a held breath.
The bra falls away, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples pink and peaked, beg for attention.
“Emma... you're gorgeous,” I murmur. My gaze traces the flush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest. Her breaths come in short, needy pants that make her breasts rise and fall.
My body takes over as I lower my head and circle one nipple with my tongue, flick it lightly before sucking it into my mouth, the taste of her skin salty-sweet on my lips. She moans, low and throaty, arches her back to press harder against me, her fingers threads into my hair and pull me closer. I switch to the other nipple, pinch the first one gently between my thumb and forefinger, roll it until it's even harder. Her body trembles beneath me.
“Oh Kai...” she gasps, her hips bucking up to meet mine, the heat between her legs radiates through the fabric still separating us, making my cock ache with the need to be inside her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, sharp and urgent, leave little crescent marks on my skin as she traces erratic patterns down my back, her fingers trembling with need. I reach for the button of her jeans. My hands shake from the intensity of the moment. “Okay?” I ask, my voice rough. I need to hear her say it.
“Please,” she begs, shivering beneath me. “I want...”
She doesn't need to finish. I pop the button open, tug the zipper down, and slide her jeans off her hips, down her thighs, past her knees, finally yanking them free. I toss them blindly behind me. Her legs fall open under my weight, inviting. Her light blue panties cling to her, the fabric damp and soft against my fingertips as I brush them. I spread my hands on her hips, grip firmly, pin her in place so she can't grind up against me like she's trying to. She lets out a frustrated little whine, her body squirms in protest at the denied friction.
My cock throbs hard against the zipper of my pants, straining painfully, but I ignore it. I want to focus on her, to unravel her completely. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly, exposing her inch by inch, the coolair making her gasp as I reveal the slick, swollen lips of her pussy. I toss the panties aside and settle between her thighs, my breath hot against her skin.
I start with my fingers, trace the outer lips lightly at first, feel her wetness coat my skin as she arches her back. A soft moan escapes her lips.
“There,” she whispers, guiding me, her hand reaching down to press my fingers lower. I slide one finger inside her, slow and deliberate. The tight, warm heat clenches around me. She gasps, her hips buck slightly against my hold. I add a second finger, curl them upward to stroke that sensitive spot inside, my thumb circles her clit in firm, rhythmic presses. Her body responds instantly. Her thighs quiver, her breaths come in sharp, needy pants, and she arches into my touch, her breasts heaving as she grips the sheets.
I watch her face, learning every reaction. The way her eyes flutter shut as I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them upward to stroke that spot that makes her inner walls flutter and clench. Her breath hitches sharply when I press my thumb harder against her swollen clit, rubbing firm circles that send jolts of pleasure through her body, her thighs tremble against my sides.
She bites her lower lip, whispering breathlessly, “Faster, Kai, please.”
I give her everything she craves, pump my fingers in and out with a steady rhythm, the wet sounds of her arousal fills the room. She hides her face with her hands, cheeks flushed red.
“Emma, baby, I love that you're so wet for me.” I slide my fingers out slowly, feeling her grip at them desperately, and she whimpers, her hips bucking up in protest. “No, please, Kai.”
“Look at me,” I order, pressing the heel of my left hand firmly against her clit, grinding it in slow, teasing circles that make her gasp and arch her back. She lifts herself slightly, her brown eyes foggy with raw need, pupils blown wide. I lick my glisteningfingers clean, savoring the tangy, sweet taste of her coating my tongue. Her eyes widen in shock and arousal, her hips twitch instinctively, grind against my hand as she chases more friction.
“You taste divine. There’s nothing wrong, okay?”
She nods eagerly, her tongue darts out to lick her own lips. I lean forward and kiss her deeply, my tongue plunges into her mouth to share her flavor.
“Taste yourself, baby. Show me you want it.”
She presses her body against mine, kisses back with fierce hunger, her tongue sucking greedily on mine as if drawing every drop of her essence from me. I groan low in my throat, hard cock grinding against her heat through my boxers, the friction sending sparks up my spine. I slide my fingers back inside her, one at first, then adding a second to stretch her, thrusting deep and curling them to hit that spot again.
She arches against my hand, her back bows off the bed, and rotates her hips in desperate circles. Her inner walls pulse around me, growing tighter and hotter with each thrust, squeezing as her moans turn into desperate, high-pitched cries that echo off the walls. When she finally falls apart, her pussy clenches hard around my fingers in rhythmic spasms, a rush of warm wetness flooding my palm. She cries out my name and her body shudders in violent waves, legs shaking, toes curling as ecstasy rips through her. I feel it like a victory, deep in my chest, as I slow my movements, gently scissor my fingers inside her to draw out every last tremor. Her clit throbs under my thumb until she's limp and gasping beneath me, chest heaving with ragged breaths.
“Relax, baby. You look so good spread open under me like this. I imagined you so many times, just like this.”
