Emmanuel smiles at me. It’s a genuine smile I never see him give anyone else. It’s purely mine, andevery time I see it, my heart melts a little more for this man.
“You like me, huh?” He quirks a brow.
I roll my eyes. “If you tell anyone I said that, I will deny it until my last breath.”
Something shifts in Emmanuel’s mood. His entire face hardens in an instant. “Your last breath isn’t something I want to think about.” He places a hand over my heart. “I don’t want this to stop,” he says, looking down at my chest.
“Want what to stop?”
“Your heart, your life. I don’t want to end it,” he says cryptically.
I don’t understand what he means. “Are you planning on killing me, Emmanuel? Because if you are, can you at least give me a few more orgasms first?” I roll over and straddle him.
I’m joking. I don’t actually believe he is going to kill me. If I did, I wouldn’t be in bed with him. Do I believe he’s capable of it? Sure. But I’m not afraid of him.
“Not planning on it, no,” he says, his hands moving to my hips as I grind my pussy down on his cock. I swear the man is a walking hard-on. He’s always ready to go.
“Well, thank god for that because I’m not ready to die yet. I have a long list of shit I need to do beforeI go,” I tell him. My fingertips trail over his pecs, down across his abs, tracing each dip between the muscles.
“What’s on this list?” Emmanuel asks. His own hands start moving up my torso until they’re cupping each of my breasts.
“It’s a long list.”
“I’ve got time,” he urges.
“I want to go to Paris fashion week. I want to spend my birthday in a villa overlooking the ocean in the Maldives. I want to be able to do charity work for orphanages and help children. I want to be able to make a difference in someone’s life that has been dealt a shitty card. I want to live,” I rattle off.
“I want to be the one to make all of those things possible for you, Evie.” Emmanuel reaches higher and grabs behind my neck. He pulls me forward until his mouth is crashing onto mine.
My lips part, allowing him the access he’s seeking. I’ve always enjoyed kissing when I’ve had a man who is decent at it. But I fucking love kissing Emmanuel. I can’t get enough of him.
My pussy grinds on his cock before I lift slightly and move one of my hands between our bodies. Wrapping my fist around his shaft, I line the tip up with my entrance and slide down on him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he says, breaking awayfrom the kiss. His hands grip my hips, holding my body still as he thrusts upwards. My clit grinds against his pelvis when he bottoms out inside of me.
“Oh, fuck!” I grunt out as he repeats the movement.
“Fuck, I love fucking you, Evie. You’re so fucking wet, so fucking warm. Your cunt was made for me. It wraps around my cock like a glove.”
“Oh god, don’t stop.” I know I’m going to miss this, the connection I feel when he’s inside me. The way my body heats up. I’m almost certain I’ll spend the rest of my life reminiscing about the week we’ve had.
“Fucking you is my new addiction. One I don’t plan on curing.” Emmanuel rolls me over, pulling out and then flipping me until I’m on my stomach.
He moves my body as if I weigh nothing, until I’m on my knees. His cock slams into me from behind, fast and hard.
“I want you to come all over my cock. I want to feel your juices running down my fucking balls.”
Oh god…
My body shakes. Goose bumps cover my skin, and a light sheen of sweat forms on my forehead. Emmanual slows his movements. Positioning a hand underneath me while his fingersfind my clit, pinching my most sensitive part and sending a tsunami of pleasure through me.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me, mi alma? Are you going to come? Drown my cock with everything you have?”
“Yes!” I cry out. My legs shake, and if it weren’t for Emmanuel’s hold on me, I wouldn’t be able to stay upright.
He picks up his pace, hitting that spot that no one else has ever found. “Oh, fuck! I need you to come now, Evie,” he grunts.
Seconds later, my entire body tenses up as I come apart for him. I’ve never experienced orgasms like the ones he manages to draw out of me, and I doubt I ever will again.
