She gasped at the sudden change, taking a deep shaky breath. His mouth found hers again, devouring her soft moans while he rocked up against her. With every hard push, she shuddered. She could feel him right there, his length brushing against her sex injust the right spot, teasing her with only the thin material of her underwear separating them. She lifted her hips to push herself against him, dying for some friction to satisfy the insane thrill creeping up her spine and overtaking her senses.
“Christ.”His hips jutted forward, like he was reading her mind.
Then his hand traveled firmly up her soft thigh, inching higher and higher to her core. She whimpered softly when his fingers stroked her underwear, her head falling back onto the wall with a thud. She could feel him watching her reactions, her parted lips, her furrowed brow. He slowly pulled aside the black lace seam and slid two fingers inside her, moving slowly at first, then increasing in speed as she tensed around his hand.
“Oh my God,” she murmured, feeling the pressure building from low in her spine as he moved, setting an intuitive rhythm.
“You like that? You like when I touch you?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes… yes…” she whimpered, trying not to lose it completely. “I like it.”
His thumb circled her sensitive center as his fingers curled just so, working her deeper, harder. She shivered and her hips jerked forward, unable to hold back, surprised at how quickly he got her to the precipice.
“Knightley…” she breathed, panting and light-headed.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered.
She gasped as the orgasm overtook her, her thighs trembling around his waist. He held her tightly against him, slowly letting her ride it out, kissing her cheeks, her neck, until she opened her eyes.
“You okay?” he whispered into her hair, nipping sweetly at her neck.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Holy shit.”
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck, desperateto get closer, to kiss him again, but he was already moving, pulling her down to the sofa. He fell back into the cushions, hands on her hips as he tugged her forward to straddle him. She knew he was trying to be gentle, but she could still feel him hard against her hip, and it sent another pulse through her bloodstream.
She brought her lips to his and his grip on her body tightened.
“Take your boots off,” he murmured against her mouth. “The bra too.”
She smiled. Part of her wanted to give him a hard time about telling her what to do, but a larger part loved it. She rose slowly, standing between his legs, and took off each boot, losing inches of height. Then she unclipped her bra, sliding it off.
“Fuck,” he breathed when her breasts were finally exposed, nipples hard from the sudden exposure to the cool air. Then he leaned into her body, leaving a soft kiss against her belly.
His fingers found the lace edges of her underwear, hooking his thumbs on each side. He slowly dragged them down until they pooled at her feet. She held her breath as his gaze skimmed her curves like he was trying to memorize every inch of her body.
Then he tugged her toward him again and she fell back into his lap, her legs bracketing his hips.
He wasn’t gentle now. His hands spanned her back and pressed her curves against the hard plane of his chest while he licked and nipped her lips, her jaw, her neck. His grip on her body was desperate, and Emma couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her throat.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, throwing her head back as his mouth journeyed across her collarbone, then down to her chest. Her fingers tangled in his hair and tightened as his tongue traced small slow circles around one of her hardened nipples, then the other.
“I’ve thought about this so many times,” he said against her skin.
“You’ve thought about this?”
He nipped again and she gasped. “Yes, I’ve thought about this. I’ve thought about fucking you all over this goddamn house.”
The ache in her core was building again as she imagined what he was going to do to her next. She tightened her thighs around his, grinding slowly against him, and he finally returned his mouth to hers. The kiss was demanding, and she could feel herself getting lost, every move threatening to engulf her.
“Need you, now,” she murmured against his lips. She reached for the waist of his boxers, desperate to pull them down, to have him inside her, to dull that ache. But then he shifted, leaning back and lifting her weight up from his body so she was sitting on the sofa beside him. She let out a desperate whine, arching forward to keep her lips fastened to his.
“Shhh,” he exhaled, peppering kisses along her lips and jaw before he reached down to where his clothes lay in a pile on the floor and pulled his wallet from the pocket of his jeans. A condom wrapper was in his hand a moment later. The room was suddenly so quiet; the only sounds were of their breathing and the distinct crinkle as he tore it open.
Somewhere in her mind, Emma knew she should feel nervous. Or self-conscious. But as she watched Knightley wrap his hand around himself and slowly unroll the condom over his considerable length, all she felt was hunger. Such a hot and overwhelming hunger that she had to touch him, ready to force his body to hers again.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, a lazy grin on his face as he finished. Then he looked up and met her gaze. His eyes heavy and hard, mirroring her every emotion. “C’mere.”
Those eyes stayed on hers as he gripped her hips, pulling her back to his lap and down onto him. She gasped at the feel of him filling her slowly, slowly, slowly until her hips met his and then he cursed, pulling her toward him and hugging her close.
