Too fucking long. I wish I’d met her years ago.
“Where is it?” I bark out through a stuttered breath. “I’ll get it.”
Her eyes close as she shifts her hand to her thigh. “I can get it.”
“Go.”
My order draws her gaze to my face. “I will, but I want to do something else first.”
I watch in awed silence as she moves along the bed with an effortless grace that stops my breath.
She crawls closer to me, but before I can get my jeans to my thighs, she’s on her back, her head hung over the edge of the bed.
Fuck.
“Please,” she whispers. “I want to. I want to do this.”
I drop my jeans to the floor and move closer, convinced that I’ll blow my load all over her tits before I feel her tongue on me.
I guide the crown of my cock over her soft pillow lips until she parts them and takes me inside.
Cupping a hand over the front of her neck, I fuck her mouth slowly at first.
She’s eager, and when I increase the pace, she works my cock to the back of her throat.
“Jesus,” I hiss, feeling every swallow under my hand. I watch each thrust of my dick between her lips.
She moans. Her fingers glide over her soft flesh, diving between her spread thighs. I give her more with each hard drive of my cock. I give it all to her until I come down her throat as she takes everything I offer.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Emma
I crossthe hallway and enter Case’s room with the condom in hand.
Sandy handed it to me when I was packing for my trip. I laughed it off at the time, telling her that I wouldn’t need it, but she insisted I take it.
I’m glad I did.
Case told me he needed a second to catch his breath after he came. He collapsed on the bed beside me, his hands grabbing for me.
I pushed my elbow into his chest and asked if he liked what I’d done.
I didn’t need the confirmation but hearing him tell me that I’m incredible buoyed my soul. The soft kiss on my lips that followed his hearty, “Fuck, Emma. I’ve never felt that before,” left me completely satisfied.
My footsteps stall as I peer at the bed and the sight of him fast asleep.
He moved up to his pillow and now with one arm over his head, and the other resting across his toned stomach, he’s drawing deep, easy breaths. I take in the sight of his naked body.
Crawling in next to him is what I want to do, but I can’t.
We didn’t agree to share a bed beyond sex.
Placing the condom on the nightstand, I lean down to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you,” I whisper against the softness of his light beard. “Thank you for a night I’ll never forget.”
“Get in bed,” he murmurs under his breath.
