"Shh." I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs with her underwear.
"Spread your legs for me." She does. I don't tease, don't make her wait, my mouth is on her immediately, tongue flat against her clit, licking and sucking.
She gasps. Her hands fly to my hair, gripping the edges. "Oh God …"
I slide two fingers inside her while my mouth works her clit.
"Emmett … fuck … I'm going to …"
"Come. Right now."
She does, her thighs clamping around my head, whole body shaking, my name on her lips. I don't stop, I keep working her through it, then building her back up again.
"Wait … I can't … it's too much."
"You can. Give me another one."
"Emmett …"
"Now, Jo."
She comes again, harder, nearly screaming the building down.
I stand, she's boneless on my couch, eyes glazed, chest heaving. "On your hands and knees," I say as I flip her over and get her into position. I grab her hips, line myself up, and slide inside in one hard thrust.
We both groan.
"Fuck, you feel incredible." I don't go slow, don't build up, just take her, hard and fast and relentless. The sound of skin slapping, her moans, and my grunts fill the living room.
"Harder," she orders.
I grab her hair and pull her head back as I pound into her.
"Like this?"
"Yes … fuck … yes …"
"I want you to come one more time," I grit out. "Can you do that for me?"
"I … no … oh God …" I feel her tighten around me, her whole body going rigid.
"That's it, come on my cock."
She shatters, and the feeling of her clenching around me sends me over the edge. I bury myself deep and finish inside her with a groan.
We collapse together onto the floor, tangled, sweaty, and spent.
"Fucking hell, Captain," she breathes. I kiss her shoulder then still. “What?”
“I didn’t use a condom. Shit. Jo. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” I feel her stiffen under me.
“It’s fine. I have an implant,” she tells me.
“I’ve never been so reckless,” I tell her. “I’ve only been with you since London.”
“Me too.” My heart is beating uncontrollably in my chest, and she must see the worry on my face. “Hey, it’s okay. I know you didn’t do it on purpose, we got carried away. It’s fine. I trust you.”
“It’s just …” I’m lost for words.
