“Okay. Okay.” Toes curling, I tighten my thighs around his face. “I’m right there. Come back.”
He gives my ass a playful bite before leaving me.
I’m both eager for more and unsure how I could possibly take it. He’s all-consuming in the best way, but holy hell, this guy can fuck.
Emmett swoops me up with an arm, his tattoos flexing in the most distracting of ways when he sits up against the headboard and brings me flush to his chest.
“Sit on it, Reese.”
And apparentlythat’show I’m going to take it. That commanding tone in his voice could make me do anything right now.
“Do you want to see it from the front or the back?” I ask.
Emmett drops his back with a groan. “Jesus, woman.” He grips the base of his dick in a desperately firm hold. “You’re tempting me to make a fool out of myself here.”
I chuckle, lifting to line myself up with him again, deciding I’d rather see his face when he comes. “You couldn’t make a fool out of yourself if you tried. I think I’m in love with your dick.”
That earns a laugh.
Emmett’s rough hands roam my body, gently caressing every inch of my skin.
Hard and soft.
“I want to feel you take me.” A wide hand presses against my pelvis and that is so stupidly hot to imagine, so I center myself and slowly sink down. “Goddamn,” he breathes. “You’re going to be so full.”
I know he can feel me trembling on his lap. He’s so much deeper in this position.
But still, I fit myself over him, watching as he disappears inside me completely.
“Good God, Emmett. You seriously have the biggest...” My eyes meet his to find an arrogant lift of his brow. “Heart.”
His throat protrudes when his head falls back in a hearty laugh, and it might be the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
He’sbeautiful. Breathtakingly stunning. And not just the way he looks.
He is good and kind and maybe even mine.
I’m a big fan of his big heart. Both of them.
The shift in the air is evident. Face-to-face like this, it feels even more intimate. There’s more touching. More kissing. More thankful words whispered in my ear about how glad he is to behere. How incredible I feel. How he wants to do this again and again and hoping that I do too.
It’s tender and desperate and still so fucking hot as he pumps into me from below. My hips roll and his hands settle on them to help me find a rhythm.
“Em,” I whisper through shaky breaths.
His eyes flutter shut. “I feel it. You’re going to come, aren’t you?”
I don’t have the oxygen to speak as my body winds itself tight, so I just nod frantically.
“Me too.” His thumb circles my clit with shocking accuracy. “Just keep going. You’re doing so good for me, Reese.”
I do as he says, continuing my cadence, even as my body tightens again in jerky movements. Still, for him, I try not to change anything.
But he’s everywhere.
His hands. His dick. Hisattention.
It covers me like a blanket, wanting to catch every moment of my release so he can steal the memory for himself.
