She let go and raised her head to look at me. I was graced with the breathtaking view of her swollen lips and scarlet cheeks. Those pink and supple lips were arched in a smile, making her jade eyes glow in the dim space.
“You’ve made the happiest man, Emma,” I said, ghosting my lips against her face.
“I never dreamed it was possible to be this happy,” she replied, as the goofiest grin appeared on my face, and she tugged me down the hallway and toward her bedroom. She stepped confidently into the room, crawling on top of the comforter and giving me a delicious peek of her ass in the air.
The sight of her on her knees, with her pretty pink pussy glistening from between her legs, had my mouth watering. In a second, I was on her, climbing to the middle of the bed to kiss up her ankles, calves, and thighs. I spread her legs slowly and settled into the middle for the second time tonight.
“No. No. No,” she panted, fisting my hair just as I descended on her needy clit. “I want. I need. Miller—” Her words were broken, short syllables as she tugged and pulled on my hair hard enough for me to see stars. I raised my brows in question, and she wrapped one leg around me, pushing me closer.
I sat up, covering her body with mine as she chanted my name and words of adoration. Her thighs opened wider as I settled myself between them, kissing her collarbone and the sensitive place just below her earlobe. My cock bumped against her clit, and she hissed, so I repeated the movement until she gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh.
“Enough. Fuck me. Just like this. Let me feel every inch of you bare.”
My mouth formed a silent O, and it took me three additional seconds to snap my jaw closed as I registered what she asked.
“You want that, Emma?” I asked, barely letting the head of my cock graze her entrance before pulling back and letting it glide along her slit again.
“Yes. So much. With you. Only with you.”
I sank inside her oh-so-slowly, knowing I wanted to prolong the feeling of nothing between us. We gasped together as her hands grabbed my back, and I rested my head in the crook of her neck.
“Never felt anything this good, baby,” I groaned, pulling out an inch before pushing back in.
“Move, Miller. I need you to move.”
I kept myself still for just a moment, but she wasn’t having any of that. Her hips wiggled slightly, and she whimpered asI propped myself on my elbows and pulled almost all the way out. My hips snapped against her, then I slowly dragged myself out before I thrust in harder and deeper, making the headboard slam against the wall.
“Yes. Like that,” she said, as I coaxed more of those erotic whimpers and moans from her lips.
“What have you done to me?” I asked as I picked up the pace, each thrust causing us both to moan. I pulled my head back to look at her, needing to drink in every expression as we moved.
“Fell in love with you,” she answered, arching her back so our chests pressed together, and I felt her hard nipples against me. My restraint snapped, and my eyes widened. I couldn’t continue at this pace. Not with her words and the way we fit together. I needed to go hard and fast and fuck her until she filled every spot within my soul. Our eyes connected, and she nodded like she could hear the words in my head.
“Do it. Let me feel you. Give me everything, Miller.”
Fuck. This girl.
“Are you sure?” I said through gritted teeth, needing her to understand what she was giving me permission for.
“I want to feel you when I walk tomorrow. With every step I take, I want to know it was you. Us. What we are together.”
I sucked in a harsh breath and removed one elbow from beside her, grabbing her thigh so she could wrap that leg around me and open her legs wider.
Then I began. Fucking her. Loving her. Claiming her.
It was blinding. Invigorating. The pace I set. Her cries and gasps spurred me to the punishing rhythm as my hips pumped against her—filling her completely and then leaving her empty before slamming back harder than before. Our moans turned to grunts and pants as we held on through the impact of my thrusts, and when my mind was clear enough through the haze of her that I wondered if it was too rough, my girl slid her otherthigh up and over my waist. Her heels dug into my ass as she clung to me, and I felt the heat rolling off her body in waves.
“Love you. So fucking much. Mine. My everything. Emma,” I panted, trailing one hand up her torso to rest on her throat. I needed to feel her pulse leap under my touch—longing to feel the physical hold she had over me.
“Oh. Yes. Please.” She grasped the wrist that lightly clamped around her neck and squeezed. My eyes widened as she shook her head, quickening the pace of her hips to match my thrusts.
“Is this what you want? Like this, yeah?” My cock stretched her, and I lowered my head, almost pressing our noses together. Our eyes locked as our movements caused the headboard to continue to slam against the wall. The sound spurred me on, and she threw her head back as I lowered my thumb from her pulse point to put my lips on her neck.
My teeth nipped at the spot where her pulse thrummed beneath her skin. The heavy sounds of our breathing, matched with the force of the bed moving, sent her over the edge, and her mouth opened, but no sounds came out. I felt her pussy fluttering around me and struggled to keep going, determined to see her through this orgasm and give her another.
Her pussy was like a vise gripping me, and I groaned, pulling away from her neck to study her face as she broke.
“Fucking hell, Emma. Going to die like this. Buried in you—”
