Fuck.
When she finally reached out, he was quick to help. He put her hands on his shoulders. She paused at the feeling of his length at her core. He couldn’t help a smile from blooming.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she reprimanded breathlessly.
“Why? Does it excite you?”
Emily glared at him for using her own words against her. Shifting her weight, she smiled at his sharp intake of breath, contented by her effect on him.
God, she has no idea…
His hands slid to her waist. She started moving once he nodded reassuringly at her.
Emily’s whimpers quickly filled the space. She wasgrinding harder against him. He noticed the way her eyes drank him in, from his lips to the way his hair fell against his forehead.
She grabbed the strands at his nape, picking up speed. He groaned, feeling like he’d come any second.
This woman is lethal, but God help me, I’d die smiling.
Her grip tightened when his tongue licked the span of her neck. “Like I said earlier, I belong to you. I’myours. Since I’m yours, you get to take what you want. Get off on me until you’re convinced. Until you’re satisfied.” She whined as his hands prompted her faster against him. “You like that?”
Nodding eagerly, Emily pulled back, staring down at him. She looked like the best thing he’d ever laid eyes on, all misty-eyed.
“Do you like that you’ve gotten me all to yourself now? Away from that cousin of yours? I bet she wishes she could be on top of me like you are right now.” Nicolas bit down on her collarbone, fingers sliding between her legs. He pressed against the underwear beneath her dress, gently stroking over that area.
She trembled.
“You love that she won’t be able to do this, right? That she won’t be able to feel how great you’re feeling right now? To have me in the way that you do: mind, body, and soul. To fuck with me like no other woman has ever done before and how none ever will in the future. The way that I’minarguablyyours and only yours. That excites you, doesn’t it?”
When his finger entered her, she gasped, arching up to allow him better access. Nicolas had to take a deep breath to not lose control at how fucking tight she was. Her pussy practically clamped down on the single digit. Said finger slid in and out as his thumb brushed her clit.
She continued riding. Fuck…
He slipped another finger inside her and they became instruments. They played and played, and played, him wishing it was his cock in their place.
Emily whined at the sudden loss when he pulled away. He flipped her over, her back against the furniture, seating her upright.
He dropped to his knees before the couch.
“Spread your legs, wife,” he commanded.
A blazing aura surrounded them as she licked her lips and slowly parted her legs to either side.
Nicolas kissed the inside of her thigh. “That’s my good girl.”
There was a little tremor of response, which had him smirking.Responsive as always.He really fucking adored that about her, among many other things.
His fingers slid beneath her panties before dragging them down her legs. He hiked up her dress. He sat back, openly staring at her half-naked body. “I’ve never gone on my knees for anyone before,” he professed, lowering his face to rub against her thigh, “but it’s like you were meant to be worshiped. Fucking hell, look at you. So wet. And your scent. I want it to fill my lungs and never leave. It would be the perfect way to go.”
If he thought she’d been blushing before, now she was scarlet red.
“C-can you be quiet for a moment?”
“No, absolutely not. I have to talk about you like the goddess you are. Your body makes me want to be religious, baby. I’d pray to it every fucking day.”
“Oh God,” Emily groaned.
He reveled in it. The way she was coming apart. Ifamorous words were what Emily liked, then he’d be fucking Shakespeare.
