I unbutton his suit jacket and slide it off his shoulders until it hits the floor. I remove the cufflinks from his shirt—they’re gold with the letter E on them. After removing his vest, I loosen his tie and yank it over his head. Emmanuel bends to make it easier for me. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning, unwrapping the best gift. The first three buttons of his shirt are undone, but then I get impatient. I wantto see all of him. Grabbing the fabric between my fingers, I tear at it. Buttons go flying across the room, but I get my eyes on his entire torso.
“Sorry,” I tell him as his now-ruined shirt hits the floor.
“Don’t worry about it. I have plenty more,” he says.
I run my lips over his pecs, then drag my tongue right down the middle of his body. Every hard groove under my fingertips. I need him, so bad I can feel my thighs quivering.
“You really are carved to perfection,” he says as I drop to my knees.
“I bet you say that to any girl who gets on her knees in front of you.” I smirk.
“I would never allow another woman to be in this position, Evie. It’s only going to be you,” he tells me. And I believe him.
I undo his belt, flick the clasp of his pants, and lower the zipper, sliding the material down over his ass. His cock bounces free, proud and hard, right in front of my face. I wrap my hand around his length, watching as precum leaks from the tip. My mouth waters at the sight. As much as I want to tease him, draw it out, I need this more than I need air right now. I flatten my tongue along the underside of his shaft. His salty flavor explodes on my tastebuds,and my moan vibrates around him. Emmanuel’s hand wraps around my hair and he tilts my face upwards slightly.
My eyes connect with his lust-filled gaze. Dark. They’re always darker when he’s turned on. Which is a lot of the time. Emmanuel never takes his eyes off my face as I continue to suck up and down his shaft. I keep one hand wrapped around the base, pumping with the motion of my mouth, while I use my other hand to cup his balls, rolling them around, gently massaging them.
“Fuck. Fuck!” Emmanuel’s fingers tighten in my hair. His hips jerk forward, pushing more of his cock down my throat, until I’m choking. He pulls back slightly. “Breathe through your nose and relax,” he says before shoving it all the way back in. He takes over the movements, holding my head still as he fucks my face. And I let him.
My hands cup his ass cheeks. He has the best ass. I love watching him walk in front of me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” Emmanuel goes to pull out of my mouth.
I stop him with a slight shake of my head. I want everything he has. Seconds later, ropes of cum are squirting down my throat. I swallow as much of it as I can, proud when Emmanuel does pull free and not a single drop leaks out of my mouth.
“I fucking love you,” he says.
“I know.” I smile.
After we showered and ate together, Emmanuel sat me down and turned on some rom-com. He knows I love them. My fingers aimlessly roam around his bare chest. “I like touching you,” I say.
“That’s good.” He chuckles. “Don’t ever stop doing it.”
“I won’t, not even when you’re old and lose all these muscles,” I tease.
“That’s never going to happen,” he grunts like I’ve offended him.
“We all get old, E.”
“Old, yes, but I’m never going to get fat, Evie.”
“What if I get fat?” I ask him.
“I will love every single pound of you,” he replies without missing a beat.
“Okay. Let’s hope that never happens. I don’t know what I’d do if I weren’t pretty,” I admit. “I mean, when you spend so much of your life focused on always being perfect, always being the pretty one, what happens when that prettiness fades?”
“Evie, your beauty goes far beyond surface level.”
“That’s what you say to ugly people, E.” I roll my eyes.
“I’ve never lied to you, Evie, so why would I lie about your beauty?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “It’s shallow. I get that. But it’s just how I was taught to be. I’ve tried not to be so focused on how I look, but I feel better if I look better. So I gave up on fixing that part of myself.”
“There isn’t anything wrong with wanting to look good,” E says. “Do you think I like wearing fucking suits all day? In the heat? No, I do it to maintain an image.”
“Mmm, you do wear them really well.” I grin.
