She rode me harder, and I pulled at her hips with every thrust she gave. I watched her face contort in ecstasy. Her pussy began to clench around my dick, and I knew she was about to come. Leaning up, I sucked a nipple into my mouth, and that was all it took. She wrapped her arms around my back and her body clenched into mine. I couldn't hold back any longer and groaned my own release.
We stayed like that, in each other’s arms, breathing heavily. In a matter of minutes, things changed for me. Having her in my arms, holding her after something so intimate, was something I'd never done before.
Sophia had been the only woman I'd ever held with any kind of emotion: guilt, sympathy, love. I had a sense of protection for her, to free her from the Hell she'd been dragged into. But with Emma, it was different. I still felt protective for her, but it was possessive. She'd been put in my line of sight for a reason. She'd opened my mind and made me crave new things, lightening my dark soul, giving me hope for something better. I wasn't going to let that go.
I knew there was a high possibility of things not working out, but I'd lived my life with the idea that there was no way out of the Hell I'd been trapped in. If I could get one speck of life out of that darkness, then I was going to take it.
Emma lifted herself up and dropped on the bed beside me, letting out a contented sigh. With her off me, I decided to get up and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. While I was in there, I looked myself over in the mirror.
A few hours before, I'd been contemplating cutting myself once again and yet, there I stood, feeling different than before. I couldn't explain it, but being with her made my inner-self tolerable. It was baffling and caused a sense of unease, but it was what I'd wanted for so long. To feel normal. To have some sense of a normal life that wasn't overshadowed by my past. It wasn't the sex, either. I'd been with countless women and never had this feeling.
Taking one last look at myself, I moved away from the counter and headed toward the door. I glanced out to see Emma lying on her side, her eyes closed. I stared at her and looked over her beautiful body. I'd never slept with a woman before—at least, not intentionally. The night I fell asleep with Emma was an exception. My intention that night hadn't been to fall asleep with her beside me, but my subconscious didn't seem to mind.
Walking out into the room, I headed for the bed and leaned over her. Her eyes shot open and she smiled up at me. My come was still spread all over her chest and although I would’ve liked to keep it there, I was sure I'd rather enjoy the privilege of washing it off her.
"Come take a shower with me."
She smiled bigger, and I took that as a sign that she accepted my request. Reaching my arms out, I moved one under her legs and the other around her back, lifting her against my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She snuggled into me and I walked back into my bathroom, straight to the shower.
I set her down and leaned in to turn the water on. Turning, I noticed her looking around the wall of the shower to the mirror that had been broken the last time she was there.
"I had it fixed the next day," I stated, watching her through the reflection.
She dropped her gaze and stared at the floor. "Of course. I was just looking."
Lifting my hand, I tilted her chin to me.
"I know the images of that night will be hard to forget, but I don't want them to taint any of the time we have together. This," I stated, pointing between us, "is what matters. Right now is what matters."
She lifted up on her toes and kissed my lips softly, then pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "I agree. And I'll cherish all the time we have together. Now, let's take that shower so you can get me clean."
I smiled as she walked past me and into the shower.
I'd be happy to.
Eighteen
Emmalynn
I stepped into the shower and watched Mason as he sauntered in behind me. It was big enough to hold seven people, but he walked directly to me and pulled me under the spray. I nudged my face into the crook of his neck and inhaled, smelling his skin. I didn't know if it was his cologne or his natural smell, but it was addictive and utterly sexy.
Mason's hand roamed my body and I reached around and rested mine on the lower part of his back. The night had taken a different turn than I'd planned, but I wasn't complaining. I'd worked myself up before Carlos picked me up, thinking I wouldn't let him take control. The plan was to come into the house, strip, and seduce him. Get him to where he wouldn't be able to say no.
Things were going well, but what I wasn't expecting was to be on my knees and not want the control any longer. Looking up at him and being so vulnerable made me want to surrender myself to him. Allow him to do with me as he pleased. Wasn't that what I'd said the night before? It wasn't what I'd planned, but I wouldn't have changed it for anything. And being able to kiss his scars and not have him push me away meant more to me than I know my actions meant to him. Allowing me to do it, which I hadn't really expected, let me know, at least in some way, that he trusted me.