Squeezing my cock with your velvet walls. I need to feel you come on my cock, Em. Do it for me. Come now.”
She follows my command, her pussy quivering around me as her cry echoes through the house. “Nathan! Oh, ohh!”
I let go too, roaring as my cock spasms and I pump rope after rope of my seed deep inside her. I keep thrusting until every last drop is either inside her or dripping down, making us both messy.
Holding her to the wall, I kiss her lips softly. The monster inside me that demanded I take her is only momentarily sated, pushing us both to a level of closeness and satisfaction that demands more . . . soon.
Getting a good grip, I turn and walk toward the stairs. Emma hollers out a whoop, grabbing on tightly to my shoulders as if I’d drop her. “Holy shit, Nathan. Just set me down and let me walk.”
I grin. “That sounds like an order and I’m the one giving orders around here. Especially seeing as you’re the one currently impaled on my cock.” I give her a good bounce, and we both groan at how good it feels.
She raises an eyebrow, and I can tell she’s deciding whether she’s going to play along. She quickly smiles, though, decision made, and teasingly says, “Yes sir. Whatever you want me to do.” She points a manicured finger at me, her smile sassy. “Within reason, mister.”
Several hours later, I’ve discovered that Emma considers a great many deliciously wonderful things to be within reason. After fucking each other to exhaustion, we’ve finally collapsed into my bed. She’s curled up in front of me, my soft cock cradled between her thighs as we drift in and out of sleep.
I can almost hear her thoughts turning, though, so I trace a hand through her hair, petting her to calm her racing mind. “What are you thinking about so hard, Em?”
I feel more than hear her swallow. “Something Maritziana said.”
“What did she say?” I ask.
“She asked me if I knew what I was getting into and I told her yes. But I feel like I’m in the deep end, like this is all over my head. Somehow, though, instead of feeling like I’m drowning, I feel like I have a lifeline. You. And that’s scary and dangerous and wonderful and I don’t even know what else. It’s just . . . a lot all at once, and I’m not sure what to think about it all.”
I can sense what the confession cost her, how scared she is that she laid it all out there so bare, so fast.
I press her back, encouraging her to roll over, to face me. I want her to see my eyes when I say this, but even then, she keeps her chin lowered, her eyes to my chest.
I grip her chin. “Look at me, kitty. I’m just as surprised as you are by this but just as sure that if this is drowning, I will happily forgo air to share yours.”
And I devour her mouth once again.
She’s right, to be honest. This is new and dangerous and a bit scary.
But I told my brother I wasn’t a pussy, and I’m damn sure not going to start being one now.
Not when Emma is here in my arms.
She snuggles into me and I let her get some rest.
For now.
Chapter 15
Emma
I awake slowly, consciousness returning like walking through fog to see a cliff directly beneath my feet.
Except the cliff isn’t earthen, a landslide-shaven edge.
It’s physical, personal, and currently has a rather pleasantly well-muscled, if a bit heavy, arm pinning me down as he breathes against my neck.
Nathan.
Last night.
The memory hits me, driving any last vestiges of sleepiness from me, and I am awake.
Completely. The images freeze me in time and space as the reality of my not-quite-surreal dream life hits me.
After we finished our torrid, frenzied lust fest last night, my every defense had gone down, gauzy streamers that let my words through like a rusty sieve. And those words had been truth, gut-churning and scary. I’d wished I could snatch them back as soon as they caught air.
But Nathan had taken them, not a care in the world at the irony that I felt like he was a lifeline to something safer when the truth is, I know he’s by far the most dangerous man I’ve ever met. Including Nikolai.
Maritziana was right.
I am soft.
I am blind.
But I don’t think I want to be anything else. Maybe I