She looks up at me, her eyes still unfocused, glazed with satisfaction. “I imagined it too.”
As she comes down from her high, her hand reaches down to my boxers, fingers tease the outline of my hard cock through the fabric, trace the rigid length from base to tip with light, maddening strokes that make me throb.
“That's mean,” I groan, my voice rough with need.
She giggles, a playful spark in her eyes. “Only if I don't plan to follow through.”
My hips shoot forward involuntarily when she grabs me fully. Her hand wraps around my shaft through the cotton, squeezes just enough to make pre-cum bead at the tip. This is a side of Emma I don't know. Curious and bold, her fingers explore my body like it's new territory. She pauses at the jagged scar on my chest from when I got shot the year before, her fingertips trace the raised line before she leans in, presses soft kisses along it, then flicks her tongue over the sensitive skin. I moan, my hands caress her back in long strokes, then slide up to her ribs, thumbs teasing the soft undersides of her breasts, brushing the curves and making her nipples harden again into peaks.
“Lie on your back,” she says, pushing me down with surprising firmness, her palms flat against my chest.
I comply, lying back as she continues her trail of kisses down my chest, nips at my collarbone with gentle teeth that send shivers through me, then licks a slow path over my abs, her tongue dipping into the grooves of muscle. She reaches the waistband of my boxers, not stopping as she mouths over the cotton, her hot breath seeps through to warm my aching cock. It twitches against her lips.
“Emma, are you trying to kill me?” I groan, my hands fist the sheets to keep from grabbing her.
She doesn't stop, thank god. One hand slips under the fabric to cup my balls, rolling them gently in her palm, the warmth and pressure making me gasp and push my hips forward, seeking more of her touch.
“Good boy, you've been so patient, haven't you?” I hear the grin in her voice, teasing and confident, as she finally hooks her fingers into the elastic and starts pulling it down.
I help her quickly, lifting my hips to free my cock, the hard length springing out, thick and glistening with pre-cum. She tugs the boxers fully off, kicking them aside.
“You're stunning,” she breathes, her eyes roaming over my exposed body, taking in every inch from my shoulders to the trail of hair leading down to my erection.
I've never felt self-conscious until now, under her intense gaze. “Like what you see?” I wrap my hand around my length and stroke slowly, from base to tip. Her eyes hood with desire as she watches.
She leans forward, and I gasp as her tongue flicks out to lick the tip, laps up the salty droplet while keeps eye contact, her brown eyes locked on mine. “Mmm, yes. I like it.”
She takes over, her confident hands wrapping around my shaft, stroking with firm, twisting pulls that make my balls tighten. Then she envelops my cock with her mouth, those perfect lips stretching wide around the head, sliding down inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat.
This is not how I imagined today would go.
Her brown eyes watch me come undone, tears pricking at the corners from the effort as she bobs her head. I let go of everything I've been carrying, surrender as she sets the pace, but I can't stop my hips from bucking upward now and then, thrusting deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. She uses her hands and mouth in tandem, one strokes the base while her tongue swirls around the shaft, teasing the underside with flicks that make my thighs quake, slowing to a torturous crawl before accelerates into a frenzy that builds the pressure in my core.
“Em... honey, I'm close...” I warn, my voice strained, abs clenching.
She hums around me, the vibration shoots straight to my balls. She twirls her tongue around the sensitive tip in tight circles that make stars burst behind my eyes. I come hard in her mouth, hot cum spilling onto her tongue as my cock pulses, waves of pleasure crash through me until I'm spent and trembling. She swallows it all, licking every drop with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.
“Oh my god…Come here,” I tell her, pulling her up.
She nestles against me and I kiss her deeply, our scents mixed on her lips, the salty tang of my release blending with her sweetness in a way that drives me crazy. I want this woman in every way I can have her.
We lie tangled together in the aftermath, breathing hard, skin damp. Her head rests on my chest, right over my heart.
“That was...” she starts.
“Yeah.”
“We should have done that weeks ago.”
I laugh, press a kiss to her hair. “I was trying to be a gentleman.”
“I appreciate it.” She tilts her head up, grinning. “How's the ankle?”
“What ankle?”
She laughs, bright and real. Something slots into place. This is what I want. Not just the physical, though that was better than I imagined. This. The laughter after. The easy intimacy. Her body warm against mine with no barriers left between us.
“Stay,” I murmur. “Not just tonight. Stay.”
