“A part of me wonders if that’s why Tommy cheated on me… maybe he could tell I was faking them and wasn’t truly satisfied. And that’s why he found himself someone else, someone who didn’t hurt his ego every time he slept with her.” She shrugs, but I don’t miss the hint of pain in her eyes.
The fucker really did a number on her confidence, and I hate him even more for it. The Emma I know wouldn’t say shit like that. She’d know her worth and stand tall. I’m honestly baffled by her opinionated thoughts.How can she even think that?A need to prove her wrong runs through my bloodstream, to show her what a real man can do to her Aphrodite-like body.
What I can do to her body if she’ll give me the honor.
“That’s bullshit, Emma,” I tell her sincerely. “You aren’t the problem. Nothing is wrong with you. Those guys you’ve been with? They were just boys who had no clue what they were doing. A real man would have made you come in every way imaginable. And your asshole ex Timmy can go fuck himself for making you think that! He was the problem, not you.”
“It’s Tommy.” She chuckles with a knowing smile. I think she’s used to all of us calling him by a different name by now simply because we didn’t like the guy. Scratch that, because we hated the guy and still do. Passionately.
“No, it’s dickhead. But that’s beside the point. He’s an immature punk who knew he wasn’t capable of satisfying a woman and needed to find someone who was willing to boost his mini ego.”
She giggles and shakes her head. “And what about Gabe and Noah?” She smirks. Everyone in our group knows Emma has hooked up with the twins a few times. Although now I want to slap them behind the head after finding out this little bit of information.
“Like I said, boys.”
She lowers her head, our noses side by side as she closes her eyes, her lips brushing over mine. It’s not a kiss, simply a ghost’s touch. “How can you be so sure?” a breathy whisper leaves her lips, uncertainty vibrating through her voice.
I fist her hair with my free hand, pulling her head back all the way so that she now faces the ceiling. Her eyes remain closed as she gasps quietly. “Because I would know.” I lean in and stick my tongue out flat, licking from her pronounced collarbone all the way up her delicate neck as I make a split-second decision. “And you’re about to find out.”
She shivers in my grasp, her body responding to my touch.Good.I bring my mouth to her ear, flicking her earlobe with my tongue as I whisper, “Get on the counter, Bunny.”
“What?” She begins to lower her head, but I tighten my hold on her long tendrils, keeping her exactly how I want her.
“Do as I say. Get on the counter, Emma.” I untangle my fingers from her hair, and she looks down into my eyes. Her beautiful greens vibrate with lust, but still she doesn’t move, hesitation lingering in her features.
Having had enough with the waiting, I pick her up by the hips and drop her onto the kitchen island next to our wineglasses. She lets out a squeal as her body makes contact with the surface. I rise to my full six-foot-two height and nestle between her legs, yanking them wide open in the process.
I hadn’t planned on getting involved in any way with Emma, but I have to admit something has changed between us in the last weeks she’s been here. Not only do I slowly begin to see her under a new light, but I also find myself thinking about her more than I should, and not necessarily in an annoying way.
Wondering what she’s doing in the middle of the day when I’m not home. If she snores when she sleeps. If she often has those mini dance sessions in the middle of the living room like I caught her doing the other day when I came home.
She’s quickly inhabiting my thoughts, and I don’t know what to do about that. But that’s not what’s important right now. No, getting her to see that she isn’t the problem, that she isn’t broken, is what really matters at this moment.
“No loud noises, Bunny. We don’t want to wake Little Tulip, do we?” I smirk.
She shakes her head from side to side, eyes wide as they watch my every movement.
She almost seems in a state of shock, like her mind is having a hard time processing that I’d willingly want to pleasure her. Another new look of hers. But I guess that’s normal when you spend so many years acting like you can’t stand her.
Starting at her ankles, I slowly graze my hands up her legs, all the way up to the hem of her dress. Where I then slither them beneath the fabric and continue my path until I reach thin straps on either side of her hips.
Grabbing hold of them, she lifts her ass slightly as I slide them down her curvy hips, then past her thighs until they fall loosely at her ankles. Capturing the white lacy thong between my fingers, I bunch them up in my fist and bring them to my nose.
“Mmm, you smell like flowers. Have you been bouncing through a meadow, Bunny?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head once more as I bring the fabric to her mouth. “Open wide,” I tell her.
When she doesn’t do as she’s told immediately, I bring them closer and raise a brow, nudging her lips. Finally, she obeys and spreads her plump lips in a beautiful ‘O’.
I push the balled-up lace past her lips and into her mouth, creating a noise barrier that she’ll definitely need as she blinks those almond-shaped eyes at me. “Now we don’t have to worry about the noise as much.” I wink.
Returning my focus to the mission at hand, I grab the bottom of her dress and gather it at her waist, leaving her pretty pink pussy on display for me, glistening smooth lips waiting to be devoured.
She hasn’t said a word, although she no longer can, and only observes my actions. With one hand, I bring my fingers to her wet folds and part them as Emma breathes hard through her nose, her chest rising and falling.
Using my other finger, I swipe it over her clit and down to her opening, circling her entrance with the tip, then back up to rub delicately around her tiny nub. She lets her head drop back and moans through the fabric, her pussy clenching in response.
Hmm, she’s a sensitive little Bunny, so why hasn’t anyone been able to make her come? Or is it just her response to me? I won’t lie that I like that thought.
