Emma’s chest rises and falls in sharp bursts, trying to regulate her labored breathing. She looks torn open and stitched back together all at once. She leans down and I kiss her, unhurried and tender, and she melts into me, as my arms wrap around her body.
I never want to let her go.
“I want you inside me, Alex.” She breaks the kiss, whispering against my mouth.
It’s one thing for me to make her come with my mouth, but actually having sex with her is something else entirely. We did a lot when we were younger, but never that. We got close quite a few times but she wasn’t ready and I never wanted to push her.
“Are you sure?” I ask, needing to know if it’s something shereallywants because there’s no going back.
“Yes,” she breathes before pulling me closer again, her soft, swollen lips pressing against mine. This time it is deep and wild as her hands move down my face to my hoodie, pulling it over my head frantically before throwing it onto the floor. She does the same with the shirt underneath.
She gets up from the couch and I follow. I pull her close and kiss down her neck, pulling the dress over her head. My eyes can’t help but to trace every curve of her naked body as she stands before me.
Our lips bash against each other again, desperate and not wanting to waste any time. Emma’s hands reach down and undothe button on my jeans. She kneels down and slides them off. As she does the same with my briefs, my hard cock jolts free.
Emma looks up at me with a grin as she places her small hand around my girth, pumping me once, then twice. She stands back up and kisses me again, without letting go of my cock as she continues to move her hand back and forth. I walk us backwards and lay her gently on the couch.
She immediately opens her legs as I climb over her, inviting me in. It’s a dream to look at her like this, so bare and vulnerable for me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say as I kneel between her thighs. I slide the tip of my cock along her slit. Her cum drips onto me and I can barely contain myself. I push inside of her, a little and then all at once.
“Your pussy is so tight and wet for me, Princess.” I growl as I pull back and push inside her again, slower this time. I want her to feel every inch of me inside her, filling her up.
She gasps, then lets out a slow breath. “Alex.” My name slips from her mouth like a prayer.
“Yes, baby?” I pump inside her slowly again, taking my time, savoring every second. “You wanna come again, don’t you?” I tease.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“You can’t come again until I say so, okay?” More of a demand, than a question.
“Okay,” she moans as her head falls back against the couch cushion, moving her hips against mine in a steady rocking motion.
Fuck, she feels so good.
I move my hips with her as my mouth lands on one of her breasts. Taking her plump, pink nipple into my mouth, my tongue traces circles around the outside before finally sucking and kissing it. I do the same to the other one, picking up the pace of my cock thrusting inside of her. I bite down gently onher nipple before letting go. Emma lets out a tiny yelp as she smirks up at me.
I can feel myself seconds away from coming undone. Our rhythm is fast and purposeful now, both desperate for release.
“Come for me, Princess. I want to feel you come all over my cock.” I command, voice deep and rough.
Before she can say anything, Emma screams my name as I feel her tighten around my cock. I also come undone, pumping my cum inside her pussy, legs trembling as I let out a deep moan, face buried in her neck. “Fuck.”
We try to catch our breaths for a couple seconds, bodies still and pressed against each other. I place a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Stay.”
Just one word.
It slices through any doubt I may have had.
I nod, brushing the hair back from her face. “I’m not going anywhere, Em.”
She exhales, her whole body softening beneath me, and I shift us until she’s curled into my chest. Her cheek presses against my collarbone, our legs tangled together, and I hold her like she’s the only thing anchoring me to this earth.
I run my fingers through her hair, down her bare chest, tracing circles around the ICD device implanted under her skin. It’s been there for as long as I can remember. I want to ask how she’s doing, how everything is going with her heart, but don’t want to ruin the moment. I push the thought to the side and decide to ask her at a better time.
Emma’s breathing finally evens out, bit by bit, as I move my hands to trace patterns on her back, and she soon falls asleep. I lie there, staring at the fire in the hearth for a while. My heart is thundering at just the fact that I am finally holding Emma in my arms again after ten fucking years. I don’t know what tomorrow’s going to look like. I don’t know if this changes anythingor if it’s just one more beautiful mistake in this story for us. But I do know one thing: I’m not walking away from her.
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