He strokes. He licks. He moans against me, and I fall right over the edge, coming on his tongue.
It’s an unnerving high. A peak I’ve never been to. It steals my breath. It momentarily takes my vision. There’s no restraint in my sounds or the way my body fights to move.
It’s utter bliss.
Tight muscles untwine themselves as I settle back into the bed. The fog begins to clear, and when I look down between my legs,I find Emmett staring at me. Awe and wonder etched on his handsome face.
“I thought I was only going to get to see that once in my life. Thank God that wasn’t true.” Then he licks his lips to clean up the shine, but I still see myself glistening in his beard.
Emmett sits up on knees and the bulge in his suit pants is impossible to ignore. It’s as if hearing me, watching me, and tasting me are the sole reasons he’s about to bust behind that zipper.
I sit up, my naked body to his clothed, and stroke my hand right over the front of his pants.
“You are awfully good at that,” I tell him, laying hot kisses against his stomach, placing them right over the buttons on his shirt. “Thank you.”
He sinks his fingers into my hair, groaning when I dip to kiss below his belt.
“Don’t thank me. I think that was as much for me as it was for you.”
I squeeze his length.
“Fuck, Reese.” He tosses his head back. “I almost came when you did.”
“Glad you didn’t.” I fall back onto the bed, putting myself on full display for him again. “I’m going to need you to come inside of me this time, and I don’t mean my mouth.”
The pure agony on this man’s face could almost be qualified as entertaining when he screws his eyes shut. “I need to get inside of you before you keep saying shit like that.”
Hands around my waist, he shifts his hips forward in one languid thrust, his erection hitting my swollen, sensitive core. As if he were testing what it’s going to feel like when he finally fucks me.
“Fuck, we’re going to be perfect.” Then he gently smacks my pussy before climbing off the bed.
Confidentis the only word I can think of to describe him.
Confident in the way he knows he can please me.
Confident in the way he knows exactly what he wants.
Confident in the way he holds such intense eye contact with me as he unfastens his belt.
I’ve seen him before. I’ve had him in my mouth. But this proud display he’s putting on steals all my attention. As if he’s proud to show me himself. Proud that he’s the one I’m with.
There’s no arrogance in his movements. Just a solid assurance of knowing he’s right where he should be.
With me.
“I know I probably sound like a broken record.” His eyes wander over my splayed body as he drops his shirt to the floor. “But I have been dreaming of this.”
“Me too, Em.”
“Yeah?” That comes with the release of the button and zipper on his pants. “Show me.”
My eyes flash with heat and they only blow out even more when he drops his pants, leaving him in only his boxer briefs.
“Show me, Reese. Show me what you do when you’re dreaming of me.”
Eyes locked on him, I bring my hand between my legs.
His smile turns wicked at the sight. “What do you dream about?”
