She kept pushing back against me, almost like she was waiting for me to get into big spoon position.
Holy fuck did I want to wrap my arms around her and let her press her ass against my rock hard dick.
“Right there,” her voice hitched. “Oh my god, right there.”
Down boy.My own breathing had gone shallow as I watched her undulate. As much as I wanted to touch her it was a boundary I couldn’t cross. Not without her consent.
Her T-shirt had hitched up and the bottom of her black bra was peeking out. Too much of a distraction. I needed to slide it back down. I reached over and gently eased the shirt lower, but my touch must not have been gentle enough because Emilia’s eyes fluttered open then closed again.
“Drew,” she sighed. “Kiss me.”
Okay, that was an explicit invitation. It was exactly what I was dying to do, but there was no way I’d Sleeping Beauty my way to a kiss. She’d given me permission. No, she’d requested it.
“Now,” she murmured.
Okay,thatwas a command. Her eyes fluttered open and closed again.
I bridged my arm over her body and leaned down to kiss her. Just a sweet goodnight kiss.
At least that was the plan, until Emilia whipped her arm behind my neck and locked me in place with my lips pressed to hers.
Her lips parted immediately, and her tongue found mine. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears as the kiss deepened. It wasnothinglike the kiss at the resort. If that was an appetizer, then this was a feast.
The woman was stronger than she looked, because she pulled me down on top of her. I moved closer, bumping between her legs so I could press against her.
“Drew?!”
This time her voice sounded completely different. Not woozy. Awake.Alarmed.
I pulled back immediately. “Yes, it’s me. Yes, this is really happening. And yes, you’re awake. With all that established… is this okay?” I asked.
She was beneath me, blinking in shock and breathless. Neither one of us moved, because what happened next had the potential to change everything.
Emilia stared up at me.
Waiting, not worried.
Then she tilted her face up in a clear request. I slowly lowered myself back onto her and stopped a hair’s breadth from her lips. “Are you sure?” I whispered. Instead of answering, she pressed her mouth to mine making a small, desperate sound that made my cock strain against my sweatpants.
The kiss quickly turned feverish. I pushed between her legs and even that was enough to evoke little trembles from her.
“Is this a bad idea?” she asked in between kisses.
“Don’t know, don’t care. The only thing that I care about right now is getting you naked.”
She giggled but it turned into a gasp of surprise when I whipped her shirt off, leaving her in just her black bra.
“Fucking perfect,” I exhaled as I took in her incredible breasts.
She didn’t answer—well, not with words. Her response was to try to wrench my shirt off. I pulled it off with one hand and we pressed our bodies together, letting out a sigh at how incredible it felt to be skin-to-skin.
Emilia’s hands moved down to grab my ass.
“Ouch,” she laughed. “Rock hard.”
“That’s not the only thing that is,” I whispered in her ear.
She slid her hand to my cock and rubbed it over my sweats. “Show me,” she breathed.
