She nods, lifting her delicate chin and still holding my eyes.
I’m not some douchebag who’s going to lie to her and promise her the world. This is me. This is what I can offer her. She blinks and nods again, seeming to make up her mind. Then her fist around me relaxes. I give her shoulders a little push so she’s sitting back against the bed. After pulling down the zipper of her pencil skirt, she lifts her hips when I give her skirt and panties a tug. Soon she’s naked, and I take a moment just to appreciate the view.
“Damn,” I murmur.
“What?” She looks down at herself.
“I’d say yoga paid off.”
She’s soft like a woman should be, but her stomach is flat and her thighs are toned. She’s perfect. And shaved bare—which I didn’t expect, revealing delicate pink * lips that I want to part and bury my tongue against.
Giggling, she swats my shoulder. I rise from the bed and ditch the rest of my clothes before I push her thighs apart and position myself between them.
“This isn’t going to be like with Fuckstick or whoever. If you don’t like what I’m doing, or you need me to change pressure or speed, you’re going to tell me. You’re going to tug on my hair and tell me to the left, or harder, or whatever you need to climax. Do you understand?”
She nods, smiling at me.
“Promise?”
I hate how some women would rather fake an orgasm with high-pitched squeals rather than just tell their partner, Dude, suck on my clit until I scream your name. It’s really not that hard, but guys can be dense assholes sometimes.
She nods again.
The goal is to make her feel like she’s in control. I’ve gotten to know her these past few weeks, and I know that she’s the type to overthink everything and get lost inside her head. If I make sure she knows she’s the one calling the shots, that’ll be less likely to happen.
Pushing her legs open just a little wider, I lean down and lick my way from top to bottom, tasting her and breathing her in. Emery squirms, and I have to grip her hips to hold her in place. I center my mouth right over her sensitive nub and flick my tongue up and down until I feel her body shaking.
Then I devour her, sucking and licking until she’s a trembling, screaming mess. Shouting out my name, she loses that perfect control, coming hard against my face. I immediately want to do that again. But first I have bigger priorities. My cock has been neglected for way too long, and I need to rectify that. I grab a condom from my duffel bag that’s sitting beside the bed, and rip open the package with my teeth.
“Let me,” Emery says, sitting up and taking it from my hands.
Ever so carefully, she sheaths me, slowly unrolling the condom all the way down my shaft. I’ve never had a woman do this, and it feels way more erotic than it should. Once she’s satisfied with a job well done, she looks up at me, her cheeks flushed from her earlier orgasm and her eyes shining.
I lean forward and press a kiss to her reddened lips. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since we first met,” I admit.
“Come on then, big boy.” I feel her smile against my mouth.
Positioning my body over hers, I line my cock up with her entrance and rub the head of it back and forth through her wetness, teasing her.
“God, I can’t wait to see what you feel like,” I admit.
“And I can’t wait to see if you really know where the G-spot is.”
I almost chuckle to myself, almost, but then Emery wraps her legs around my ass and grinds against me, pushing her wet * up and down my shaft, and I forget how to breathe, let alone laugh.
“Goddamn it, hold still,” I mutter.
With one forearm holding up my weight over her, I use my other hand to grip the base of my cock and slowly feed it into her. Inch by tight inch, her body accepts mine.
Fuck. That feels good. Finally, I’m buried within her and I press my hips close to hers, savoring the feeling of being sheathed in her warmth.
“You’re really fucking tight,” I say with a grunt. When I look down, I see Emery’s eyes squeezed shut and she’s biting her lip. “Are you okay?”
She gives a nod of approval. “Yeah. It’s just . . . been a while.”
“Take a deep breath,” I say, retreating a few inches.
She sucks a big breath into her lungs, and her body, while still tense and clutching at me, relaxes just a little.
“That’s it. Now hang on.”
Emery brings her hands to my shoulders while I begin pumping in earnest. Soon, Emery’s moaning and digging in her heels against my ass as she grinds herself even closer on every down stroke. She feels so incredible that I lose myself in her, thrusting hard and fast, cursing under my breath as I press my lips against her neck.
I’m not sure if sex has ever been this good, and I never want it to end.
Chapter Sixteen
Emery