What?
“Miller,” she rasped, the words ragged on her tongue.
Perhaps my possessive streak was rearing its head, or I needed to cleanse myself of having Celeste draped over me all night. Deep down, I knew it was something more. Something was shifting within the confines of our relationship. Ripping apart and molding itself into something different. Not necessarily better because it was still composed of the same raw material—just different.
Evolving.
That was something we should all do, right? Grow and change, developing deeper emotions and connections as we move through life, but my hard-on was not up to the challenge of complex thoughts. Not when Emma’s legs went on for miles, and her curvy, round hips looked desperate for my touch. With her pressed this tightly to me, I could feel the warmth radiating from her body.
“Show me,” I breathed, tightening my other hand on her waist. I felt her sharp intake of breath as she shuddered, and when she didn’t immediately comply, I grew desperate. I leaned down, tracing the mark on her neck with my tongue and sucking on the shell of her ear. “Please, Emma. I want to watch.”
She whimpered as I let go of her wrist, biting her lower lip and not looking away as I stared at her in the mirror. So slowly I’d almost convinced myself I’d die before she got there, she moved her hand over the front of her panties and circled her clit.
I didn’t dare so much as breathe as I watched, knowing I was privy to something secret and scandalous. Her fingers continued their slow, tantalizing circles as she trailed her other hand up her stomach and palmed her breast, pressing her thumb against hernipple before pinching it. Her breath hitched with the sensation, and I almost came in my pants like a horny teenager watching.
“Good fucking girl.” I was enraptured watching her, and still couldn’t help the words as they spilled from my lips. Her mouth ticked up with the barest smile as I pressed a kiss to her jaw. “Show me what you like. How you get yourself off. What all those fuckers will never get to see because they don’t deserve you.”
My skin prickled as I watched her. The way her teeth dug into her lower lip, highlighting that perfectly round little spot where the bow of her smile met in the middle.
Breathtaking.
She stared at me, nodding as her fingers rubbed tight circles against the silk fabric of her panties. A dark spot was clearly visible, and my mouth watered, knowing how good she tasted. A deep moan broke from her lips at my words, and she ground her palm against herself before moving her panties aside and sliding one finger between her lips.
I bit the inside of my cheek, tasting the metallic tang of blood as I willed myself not to distract her with my painfully hard cock. Perhaps she had a direct connection to my thoughts because she pushed her ass into my groin, grinding her hips as she chased her pleasure. I thrust against her, watching as she added a second finger, and her eyes fluttered shut.
The grip I had on her hips intensified as I squeezed until she opened her eyes, locking them back with mine. She’d eased herself into a steady rhythm, pressing the heel of her hand against her clit as two fingers pumped inside her pussy. My breath faltered as I watched, my fingers itching to touch every inch of visible skin on her glorious body.
“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come. Get yourself off for me.”
She released another cry, this one louder and laced with desire as her pace increased, like my words were edging her on. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away as she brought herselfcloser, eyes locked on mine in the mirror. She pushed against me again, rolling her hips to meet her palm, panting and moaning with the intensity of her movements.
I saw the moment she let go and her orgasm hit. She groaned, fingers stilling inside of her as she rocked and bucked, tensing with the movements. “That’s it,” I whispered against her skin as she sagged backward. I banded an arm around her front, holding her close while her fingers stayed buried inside her pussy. Her eyes fluttered closed as her breathing slowed. I watched the pulse in her neck, filled with the desire to latch on to the spot and make the bruise deeper, feeling her heartbeat.
“Again.”
Her eyes snapped open, still hazy from the orgasm that racked her body. We stared at each other. The only sounds in her bedroom were the harsh inhalation and exhalation of our bodies. I was certain she’d say no, but my eyes widened as she slid her fingers from her pussy and brushed them against her clit. She hissed with the sensation, and I caught her hand, unable to resist the glistening digits.
I held her gaze and sucked her release from each finger. My tongue caressed her hand, licking every drop. “Give me another. Please.” I heard the desperation in my voice, but I couldn’t care less. I wasn’t above begging for the chance to watch her fall apart. I’d do it all night if she’d let me—holding her close while she chased her pleasure, just to see how much she could wring from her body.
Slowly, while keeping that bottom lip between her teeth, she slid her purple panties down her hips, letting them pool on the floor. I released my grip on her waist long enough to grab the scrap of lace and hold it to my face. Tart peaches and arousal filled my lungs, and I groaned, shoving the fabric in my pocket before grabbing her hip again.
The short robe hung useless from her shoulders, and I nudged the fabric until it slipped off.
“More?” she questioned, trailing the hand I wasn’t grasping along her stomach and in between her breasts. I nodded, unable to form a coherent thought, as I stared at her hand. “Then touch me, Miller.”
She covered the hand I had fisted by her side and dragged it up, so we’d cup her breast. I bit down on her earlobe and pinched her nipple, making her roll her hips against my cock. The pace she settled on this time was faster—erratic. She chased her orgasm with a fierce intensity, rubbing tight circles around her clit and bucking her hips. I basked in her courage to take the pleasure she craved, removing the hand on her hip so I could cup both breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, tugging and pulling in time with her breaths.
“That’s it. You’re fucking beautiful. You know that, right, baby? You deserve someone who will get on his knees and worship your body. Look at how sexy you are, flushed and panting. Come on, Emma. Show me how hard you can come before I stuff you full of my cock.”
I panted, mesmerized as she touched herself. With one final caress of her nipples, a scream bursts from her lips, and she came again. Her entire body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, and I thrust my cock against her ass. I wanted to pause this moment, burning it into my brain so I’d never forget her harsh breath and flushed skin.
I needed her with a desire I couldn’t place. The feeling coursed through my veins, threatening to explode from every nerve ending if I couldn’t have her. I ripped the robe from her shoulders, tossing it across the room before scooping her up below her knees and laying her on the center of the bed.
She reached for me, eyes still glassy from pleasure, but I paused, pulling my shirt over my head and undoing my belt andslacks. My clothes landed somewhere in the room as I crawled up her body, my cock bouncing against my stomach, ready to be sheathed inside her.
“Again?” I asked—I begged, as she gaped at me, mouth open and panting. Her legs widened, and I shamelessly rubbed my cock through her wetness, groaning with the sensation of our bodies almost joined. The head of my cock bumped against her clit, and she bucked, hissing with how sensitive her flesh was.
I lowered my chin, licking my lips as I rocked back to my knees, fisting my cock and staring at her pussy. “Let me.”
