keep from coming, but it’s obvious she’s turned on to the max too. She laps at me, drinking me in, her grip on my ass loosening as she loves me. She swallows me, taking me to the back of her throat, and I moan.
Her eyes glisten. Pulling back, she takes a deep breath and does it again. And again. Her head moves sensually now, slowly, and she wraps a hand around my shaft, giving me a tug as she goes up and down, up and down. She wants this to be good for me because she cares.
Still she looks at me. She lets me see her feeling, falling, and I know, I just fucking know, she wants me to do the same.
I want to too.
I let the dam inside me break. I want to close my eyes, to bear witness to the moment alone, but I resist the urge, and I look my girl in the eye. My stomach does a hundred backflips in the space of a single heartbeat.
My legs are Jell-O. I reach for her, grabbing her hand, saying, “I’m sorry, Em, I’m sorry, but I need—”
I need you.
I half expect her to pull away. Instead, she tangles her fingers with mine, palms flush, and gives my hand a squeeze.
There’s a pull at my feet, like gravity is sucking me into the floor. My vision goes blurry at the edges. The room spins.
It stops. All that’s left inside is Emma and me, and this feeling that moves between us.
We’re lost.
We move together, giving and taking in equal measure. I roll my hips, and she bobs her head. We do this until I feel a familiar twist at the base of my spine.
“Baby.” I cup her face again, thumbing up her chin. “I wanna come inside you.”
Curling her tongue around me one last time, she slowly pulls back. Her saliva covers my cock and her swollen lips. It’s lewd and it’s beautiful, and I take a mental snapshot so I can remember her like this.
“I have condoms in my bag by the garage door,” she says. “I’ll go get a few.”
It’s wrong that I wonder why she’s got condoms and who she was planning to use them with. I know that. But I’m past knowing, I’m just feeling now, and what I feel for this woman is deep and raw and primal. The idea of her fucking someone else makes me burn with jealousy.
I do my best to shove it aside. Em and I can have that discussion later.
Right now, I need to be between her thighs, or I’m gonna die.
Bending down, I bring our joined hands to my lips and kiss hers. “I’ve got condoms in my bathroom. I think. I may have to do some digging—”
“My bag is close, and it’s a sure thing.” She squeezes my hand again. “Hurry.”
The fact that she’s as needy as I am has me darting for the back hallway.
It’s chillier over here away from the fire, and dark, but I don’t bother turning on the light. I make a beeline for the outline of her bag on the bench beside the door, unzipping it. I dig around inside. Something pokes the back of my hand—a heel? Thing’s a fucking weapon.
I dig blindly until I hear the crinkle of foil packets. Sleeve of Trojans in hand, I sprint back to the living room.
And nearly come right then and there when I see Em waiting for me on all fours. Light of the fire catching on the bare skin of her back, her ass toward me, knees together.
I stand, and I stare. I don’t know where her pants went, and I don’t care. Glancing over her shoulder, she shoots me a little grin and gets down on her forearms, making her back arch and her ass shoot straight up.
“Fuck,” I say, tearing a packet off the sleeve and opening it. “Not fair, Em.”
“I never promised to play fair.”
“Spread your knees.”
“Make me.”
“You want me to hurt you?”
Her grin fades. “I just want you to be with me.”
I roll the condom on with shaky hands.
Getting on my knees behind her, I lean down and press a kiss to the base of her spine. “I’m here, baby.”
I straighten, my cock brushing her hip. I cover her ass cheek with my hand. Then I use my thumb to pull her cheek aside, revealing just the tiniest sliver of her asshole and pussy. Pink. Wet.