Something that’s a mix between a dark chuckle and appreciation rumbles against my core, sending more sparks of light through me.
“You did. Just you,” I finally say.
And it seems to be the right answer because he doubles his efforts, only mumbling a satisfied, “fuck yes” and an occasional “heaven” while I float higher and higher.
From my center, everything in coils, locking together. “Emmett,” I say.
“Yeah, Angel.”
“I’m so close.” I fight for the feeling, holding on to it with everything I’ve got. “More.”
“So demanding,” he teases, then gives me exactly that, adding a third finger and sucking harder on my clit.
It’s almost enough.
A frustrated cry escapes me.
Emmett’s eyes lift and his other hand reaches for my breast, finding my nipple with sure fingers. The pressure as he rolls them is exquisite, and his eye contact makes this all feel so muchmore.
The tightness breaks through its plateau, filling me with buzzing energy. It builds as he strokes all the right places. My toes curl and then blissful release steals the breath from my lungs and every thought from my mind.
“Emmett,” I repeat as he works me through the release.
I’m nothing more than a twitchy mess.
“Yes, give me all of it. Doing so fucking good.”
Each heartbeat kicks back against the pad of his thumb as he presses my throbbing clit.
That extra attention sends a zap through my body with each beat. The pulses slow, and I catch my breath, barely registering the soft kisses to my pelvis.
Emmett crawls up my body until his elbows are on the table beside my head.
“One down.” He smirks against my lips.
“Don’t be cocky, Hotshot,” I tease.
“Hard not to be when you’re crying out my name on a loop.”
Pressing up on my elbows, I meet his kiss.
“I’m going to need twelve hours of sleep to recover from you.”
“That can be arranged.”
He straightens, jaw clenching as pain flashes across his face.
My stomach drops, and I sit, my hands reaching out for him. “Emmett.”
“I’m okay.” He brushes a knuckle across my cheek. “Just moved too fast.”
Concern prickles through the lingering haze of pleasure. “You sure?”
He pulls me up to meet him. “Yeah. But I think I owe you that shower now.”
I take his hand in mine, leading him through the living room, down the hall, and through my bedroom. Once we’re in the bathroom. I press against his chest until he’s backed up to the vanity.
My hands snake under the hem of his shirt.
