“Mateo,” Emmie whimpered.
I pulled back enough to speak. “Shh, don’t let anyone hear.”
I teased her over and over until she shoved her body back to meet my tongue, begging.
“Make me come. Please.” How I loved hearing her beg.
I wanted to edge her until she was a wet, whimpering mess, but we didn’t have that kind of time. When we got home tomorrow, I’d do exactly that.
Needing to be inside her, I shifted up onto my knees, one hand grabbed her hip, the other rubbed the head of my cock against her. It took all my strength to not slam to the hilt.
“Mateo, fuck me,” Emmie demanded, flipping her head on the pillow to send a glare over her shoulder. Who was I to not give her what she wanted?
I notched the head inside, giving Em just a second before I slammed all the way home. My grip on her hips wasbruising as I gritted my teeth at the feel of her wrapped tightly around me.
A loud moan—way too loud for where we were—filled the room. I brought one hand to the back of her head, threaded my fingers through her hair, and pushed Em’s face into her pillow, muffling the moan.
“Be a good girl and be quiet for me.” I leaned over her back, whispering against her ear as I ground my cock inside her. “I’m the only person who gets to hear your moans.”
Still bent over her, I drew my cock out to the tip, then slammed back in with a grunt. A haze took over my brain as I fucked her, trying my best to muffle both mine and her moans so the entire house wouldn’t hear.
With the need to feel her come around me, I dragged my hand down her spine until I curled around her hip and thrummed her clit. The way she clenched around me made an unmanly whimper leave my lips.
The two of us were in a frenzy. Me slamming forward, Emmie shoving back, the need to come the only thing on our minds.
“Come for me, Emmie baby. Come all over this cock.” All it took was another swipe of her clit, and she exploded. She buried her face in her pillow, moaning as her pussy fluttered around me.
I only lasted another second before I followed after her. Thrusting once, twice, three times until I held myself still. Sweat dripped down my back, my breath ragged. Below me, Emmie shuddered, thighs shaking.
She turned her head, hair sticking to her sweaty face, and met my eyes. A smile blossomed on her face. “That was the best wake-up call I could have asked for.”
“You sure itlooks okay for the wedding?”
I glanced up from fixing the cuffs of my dress shirt, eyes widening at the sight of my girlfriend. Emmie stood in front of the floor-length mirror in the room, smoothing a hand down her strapless, dark navy silk gown.
I ran a hand over my face before I answered. “You look beautiful, Em.”
“You sure it’s not too much?” She twisted and moved in the mirror, face scrunched up.
“I mean, it would look better on the floor,” I commented.
“Mateo.” She groaned, turning around to face me. She looked downright stunning in that dress. The way the fabric molded to her body was classy but sexy. The color made her red hair pop in its intricate bun that she had done with the girls an hour earlier.
“What?”
“You are so not helpful,” Em muttered.
“Can’t blame me for wanting to strip you out of that dress and bend you over the vanity.” I may have woken her up with my mouth and cock this morning, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough to sedate the hunger I felt for her.
She pointed a finger at me. “Don’t even try to start something. Not when your mother is about to get married in a half hour.”
I grumbled but knew she was right. I could hear voices drifting through the door from the others, reminding me we weren’t alone.
I could feel the uncertainty coming off of Emmie in waves as she bent over to grab her heels. When she straightened and met my eyes, I sat up.
“Come here.” I beckoned her with two fingers.
Her feet carried her toward me without hesitation. She stopped at the front of my knees, heels hooked around her fingers.
