Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
And if all Emmett needed was for me to reassure him a little bit, I could do that. Easy fucking peasy.
I placed my hand on his thigh, running it up and down.
“I want you to fuck me,” I growled. “How’s that for trying?”
He breathed out a jagged breath as my hand slid up toward his cock, which was rapidly hardening under my palm.
He was sitting up now and I sat down next to him, tucked in the V-shaped corner of the sofa. There was nothing to stop us. Nothing to overthink. It was just me, him, and the reflected moonlight, coming in off of the blanket of snow outside.
When I crushed my mouth to his he moaned like it was the relief he’d been waiting for. He was pliant and responsive, opening his mouth to mine in an instant. I felt his legs open up on the couch, too.
Like he’d been waiting around for some cosmic permission from the universe, and now he had it.
His mouth was so sweet and warm, and exactly what I needed in the cold house.
More.
Fuck, I needed more.
“I wanted…” I said, stopping because I had to kiss his plush lips again before I continued. “I wanted you in bed next to me. I was lonely when I woke up.”
“Poor you,” he said against my lips in a teasing tone.
There it was. I smiled as my cock throbbed.
“I’ve been missing that attitude from you,” I murmured. “I was lonely, but I was also mad at you.”
I reached low to grip his cock again through the fabric of his pants. “You feel so good.”
He leaned back slightly, his eyes meeting mine. His gaze was all fire, even in the pale blue light from outside.
“I already told you that I want you to fuck me,” I said to him. “I still want it. Now more than ever. Not scared to say it.”
He swallowed, licking his lips. “Then you can have it.”
“I’m all yours,” I said, and it really seemed to do something for him because his cock pulsed under my palm and his eyes widened slightly.
“Get these clothes off,” he said a moment later. He squeezed around my hips and then stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
He pounded up the stairs and for a minute I was alone on the couch, breathing deep with my mind spinning.
I was harder than a diamond. When was the last time anything had turned me on this much? Had anyone ever turned me on this much? I shoved all of my clothes off, somehow both cold and overheating at the same time.
When Emmett came back down the stairs, every ounce of the uncertainty from before was gone. He had a condom and a bottle of lube in his hand and he set them down on the table beside the couch, looking at me.
“Good,” he said, looking over at my naked body. “Turn over for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, flipping over on the couch.
I suddenly had no idea what to expect. Emmett really was the one who had to be more in control, here—he’d done this before, and I had no idea what I was doing.
“You have a perfect ass,” he said. I heard the click of the bottle cap opening.
I gasped as I felt his hand spread me from behind. No more hesitation. It was slick and cold at first as he gently felt around my hole. He started to swirl his fingertips around it, and the slickness heated up.
And then it felt good. Really fucking good.
There was no way I was going too far—if anything, I wasn’t going far enough.
“More,” I said. “More of that.”
I felt the bulk of him come down over the top of me. He leaned over me, stopping to gently bite my ear.
“I’m just getting started,” he growled near my ear, and then in one smooth motion, I felt him push a finger inside me.
I moaned.
Goddamn.
That was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I looked forward past the couch, my eyes fixating on the fireplace, suddenly hyper aware of every sensation in my body.
I tensed up and I knew Emmett could sense it. “Just breathe,” he told me. “Relax.”
The idea that he was inside me—inside me and commanding me above me, made my cock throb where it was pressed up against the couch.
“Give me more,” I said, even though I had no idea if I could take more, yet.
He didn’t hesitate. I felt a slightly painful stretch as he pushed the tip of a second finger inside me, and I let out a strangled sound.
“Breathe, breathe,” he repeated above me, and the desperate desire flooded through me again. “You doing okay?”
“God, I like having you inside me,” I said. “Give me more.”
“I’ll give you more. We have to go slow.”
“Just push me down and take me,” I said. “I don’t care if you hurt me. I want you to claim me, Emmett. Like I fucking belong to you.”