“You. On top of me. Inside of me.”
He hums, joining me at the edge of the bed, standing over me as I touch myself. He gently strokes my hair and cheek as he watches my fingers rub circles over my clit.
“What doyouthink about?” I ask.
My eyes land on his erection, so close to my face as he stands over me.
He rubs his other palm over my belly, smoothing down to join my hand between my legs. “Drowning myself in this. Yousitting on my cock. You sitting on my face. Really just you sitting anywhere on me kind of does it for me.”
Chuckling, I stroke a hand over his bulge. “I want to sit on this.”
“Yeah?”
I nod innocently before reaching into his briefs and pulling out his dick.
“You can do anything you want with that.”
It’s thick, angry, and swollen around the head. And as I’m lying on the bed with him over me, I slip my lips over the crown and take him into my mouth.
“Yes, Reese.” He strokes my hair tenderly. “You’re so good to me.”
I keep my mouth open, keep my throat unlocked for him to use me. But he doesn’t use me like that. He rocks his hips slowly. Gently. Languidly. Pushing himself against the inside of my cheek. Teasing himself just enough. In and out. In and out.
He rubs his fingers over my clit in pace with his easy thrusts andholy hell. Just seeing him keep this kind of control is so much hotter than I assumed it could be.
The restraint. The testing himself. Why is this doing it for me?
Then again, everything about Emmett does it for me.
My hips chase his circling fingers, ready to come again, and as if he can read my mind, he stops. He pulls himself out of my mouth, wraps his hand around my throat, and bends down to kiss me roughly.
“Not yet,” he says against my lips. “Your next orgasm will be around my cock. Understood?”
I nod.
“That’s my good girl.” He punctuates that with one more deep kiss. “You’re going to be good for me all night.”
Emmett sheds his boxer briefs, adding them to the pile on the floor before climbing onto the bed with me. He sits on his heelsbetween my spread legs, stunning naked body proudly showing off. Thick cock jutting out and pointing right at me.
He lifts my foot to his mouth, placing a kiss there before he unbuckles my heel, tossing it to the floor, joined a second later by the other one. He crawls up my body, once again getting his lips anywhere they can reach. Like there’s no place on my body that’s better to kiss than the next. It all needs equal attention.
And it’s tender and possessive and bossy all at once. Like he’s lovingly marking me as his.
Hard and soft.
But the only thing I can feel ishard. Solid, throbbing, and thick pressed against my hip as he lies next to me.
“I’m on birth control.”
He drops his head to my shoulder with a groan. “Are you asking me to fuck you bare, Reese?”
“No,” I say breathlessly. “I’m telling you to. I want to feel you when you come inside of me.”
His cock pulses against my hipbone.
“Please, Emmett. I need you.”
His eyes bounce between mine, nodding quickly to agree. Then he kisses me in the most tender of ways. Exploring my mouth. Taking his time.
