His hands move at the same pace. As if we have all the time in the world.
But I’m burning up with need.
I open my legs. He fits himself between my thighs. He keeps most of his weight off me, leaning on his forearms on either side of my head, but still, it’s this delicious comfort having his heavy body covering mine.
He grabs a pillow, ushering me to lift my head, smiling down at me as he tucks it underneath. “For my pillow princess.”
I exhale a laugh, but it dies as soon the head of his cock grazes my entrance.
“There’s no going back after this,” he reminds me, watching for my reaction to the news.
“Good.” I lean up and press my mouth to his. “I only want to go forward with you.”
His eyes blaze this warm brown, as if that’s the only thing he needed to hear.
Between us, I reach down and line him up to my entrance.
There are no other words that need to be said, so with his eyes on me, Emmett tilts his hips and pushes in.
Slowly at first. Just the tip. Then the blunt head. He pulls out and pushes in again, feeding me another inch. He continues that torturous but needed cycle.
His strong body is shaking above me. Muscles tight. Sweat beaded along his forehead. Taking all his restraint to not just slide home.
But he’s big. Overwhelmingly big. And I’m thankful for the slow stretch.
“I can take it, Em.” He steals my breath with his next thrust. “Give it to me.”
With my nails scratching along the skin of his back, he groans this desperate sound as he gives me that final push.
I tremble below him. “Oh my God.”
His forehead drops to my shoulder, holding me firmly. “Don’t move, baby,” he grits out. “Just.Fuck, you feel incredible. Just give me a second.”
I’m thankful for the pause. Even though he was the one who asked for it, I need it too.
I’m profoundly full. And it feels profoundly right.
Emmett eases his hips back before pushing forward, testing himself. Testingme. And when I lift to rub against him and meet him in pace, I feel his feral smile spread against the skin of my neck where his face is hiding.
Then he moves, his tempo picking up slowly. We find a rhythm together. I grasp at him frantically. He rocks his hips into me. We share breaths and kisses and curses.
A quick, needy ache builds low in my belly as we join together. As we move together.
The sound in the room is a mix of panting breaths and pounding skin, so I decide to add, “I’ve never been fucked like this,” out loud for him to hear.
It was supposed to be just a realization I was going to internalize, but I’m glad I didn’t.
Because Emmett whimpers at my confession, head dropping to my sternum to place a few humble kisses there. “I’ll fuck you however you want, Reese. Whenever you want. Please just let me.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “Just like this. This is perfect.”
He continues to thrust into me, snapping his hips, until suddenly he pulls out and leaves me empty. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Yes.”
“No.” He slides down between my legs. “I need you with me.”
Then he devours me with his mouth again. Licking and sucking. Pulling me right to the brink with him.
