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It feels like the world stops spinning, like time stops, as we stare at one another. As she looks at me, her breathing picks up. Her chest starts rising and falling a little quicker. I notice she isn’t wearing a bra as her nipples harden under her thin t-shirt. Her tongue runs across the bottom of her lips, making the dusky pink skin glisten under the dim light in the entryway.
“I should…” she says quietly as she motions toward the door, but she doesn’t pull her eyes from mine.
“Right,” I agree. “You probably should…” I wet my lips. “I should probably…” And then we both give in. Instead of opening the door for her, instead of watching her walk away, I release the doorknob as my hand moves to her hip. I pull her toward me and she welcomes it by wrapping her arms around my neck as our mouths crash together. Tonight isn’t like the first night. We’re not moving slow. We’re not timid. We both know what we want and what we want is each other. She’s just as tired of fighting it as I am. We’re tired of avoiding it and pretending like it doesn’t exist. It exists and the longer we ignore it, the stronger it gets.
I spin her so her back is against the door and I’m standing in front of her, keeping her pinned. My left hand is on her hip, the right is cupping her cheek as my lips move with hers and my tongue thrusts into her mouth. Her lips are so fucking soft, almost fluid-like with my own. I can taste the sweetness of strawberry and the tanginess of kiwi or something tropical. She laces her fingers into my hair and tugs at the roots as her lips become more forceful as she speeds up the kiss.
I move my hand from her hip. It travels up her side, brushing against the side of her breast as it cups the other side of her face. I hold her against me, controlling the speed and intensity of our kiss. Her arms slide down my chest, one of them grabs my belt, pulling me closer until my erection is pressing against her stomach. Her heat sinks into me, making my cock throb for her.
“Fuck,” I whisper against her lips, knowing I’m losing the battle. I break our kiss but I don’t pull away. I open my eyes and lock them on hers. “Do you want this as badly as I do?”
She bites her lower lip. She leans her head back against the door as her dark eyes move up to mine. She nods. Getting her consent makes my dick twitch with excitement.
“I’m going to take you upstairs.”
With her bottom lip between her teeth, the corners on her mouth turn upward into a sexy smile.
I pull her mouth back to mine and I lock the door. With her mouth glued to mine, I pick her up against me. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. I support her weight by keeping my right arm under her ass. My left hand holds firm to the rail of the stairs, being extra cautious and slow as I carry her to my room.
I glance toward Ava’s door, finding it slightly cracked with her room glowing in soft light. I listen extra hard as I pass it. I can hear the low hum of her ceiling fan. Sure that she’s out cold, I carry Emery into my room, closing the door behind us.
The bedside lamp is on, giving us just enough light to see clearly without it being too bright or harsh. I place her on her feet as her hands quickly find the buttons on my shirt. While she undoes them, I work on loosening my belt and unfastening my pants. I know the uniform gets me a lot of attention from the opposite sex, but it’s not quick or easy to get out off.
She pushes my shirt over my shoulders and I let it fall down my arms and into the floor. Seconds later, I’m pushing my pants down my hips. Finally, it’s time to strip off her clothes so I can show her exactly how badly I’ve needed her since the night we met.
11
EMERY
I’m lost in him. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t fight against the pull he has over me. I’m attracted to him in every way, in every sense of the word, like a magnet. I love his body, each and every one of his hard and defined muscles. I love touching them and feeling the softness of his skin beneath my hands. He’s like a statue, muscles hard like they are carved from stone but covered in velvet. I love the feeling of his lips against mine. I love the way he kisses me. I love the way he looks at me, like he hates me and wants to devour me all at the same time. He wants me, even if he doesn’t want to want me. And he can’t resist me no matter how hard he tries. All of it mixed together is the recipe for the perfect cocktail, strong, intoxicating, and deadly.
His callused hands are on my hips. They grab the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it up my body. Our mouths briefly break from the passionate kiss as I lift my arms above my head, allowing him to drag the material up my chest and over my head. Even with the intensity of the moment, he doesn’t rush. He moves slowly, each move calculated for the greatest effect on my body. His mouth is back on mine as he drops my shirt to the floor. His hands settle on my hips and he pushes my shorts down while urging me to walk backward toward the bed.
My shorts hit the floor just as the back of my knees feel the bed. Holding me against him, he lowers me to the mattress. He falls back on his knees while his blue eyes greedily take in my naked body. His jaw flexes and his Adam’s apple bobs. He wets his lips and then smirks.
“What’s that look?”
“No bra or panties?” He arches one of his eyebrows. “Did you plan this?”
I feel my face warm up as a nervous giggle escapes. “No. You caught me completely naked earlier and I wanted to hurry up and get here. A bra and underwear didn’t seem important.”
He grabs my thighs, spreading my legs further as he positions himself between my legs. “A bra and panties are never important,” he says, his thickness resting against me. His cock is hard and long, fully erect with a bead of dew forming on the tip. The veins that run the length of his manhood are blue beneath the skin. They almost look to be throbbing, angry. I can tell how much he needs me, yet he’s still not rushing this along. He’s teasing us both.
His hands glide up my inner thighs. His thumbs spread my folds before moving higher, over my hips, up my sides, and to my breasts. He cups them, massages them. His thumbs move back and forth over my hard nipples, making them tingle and burn with need. Slowly, he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the center of my chest while his hands press my breasts against his face. Then he slowly kisses his way to the right, over the mound and up to the peak. He kisses my nipple, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
I let out a sigh of relief as my hand moves to threads into his hair. I pull at his hair, unsure if I’m pulling him closer or needing his to stop. I want more of his mouth all over me, but it’s almost too much at the same time. I’m already I feeling like I’m about to explode. While his mouth teases one breast, his hand works on the other. His big hand massages and kneads while his thumb moves back and forth over the peak. Once his mouth tires of one, he moves it to the other for more of the same.
“Lincoln, stop teasing me,” I beg, breathlessly.
“Where’s the fun in that?” He pulls back and looks down into my eyes. His blue eyes have darkened to the point where they almost look black. They’re hooded and his sexy lips are parted, his breathing heavy as he watches the way his hands are touching me. They move from my breasts down between my legs, as he rubs is his thumb across my sensitive nub. He’s not giving me the pressure I need. He’s not giving me the speed I need. He’s softly moving it up and down, painfully slow. It’s just enough to have me burning up on the inside without any promise of relief.
He slides his thumb into me and then he drags it between my folds, spreading my arousal. “Every time I turn around, there you are. It’s like you’ve been brought into my world with one purpose: to tease me. I can’t escape you at home. I can’t escape you at work. Hell, I can’t even escape you when I take my daughter to daycare. You’ve taken over every single thought in my head.” He rubs my clit with a little more pressure, making my stomach muscles tighten.
“I’ve gone years without a woman. I didn’t think about sex. I didn’t need sex. Then I met you and I can’t get that night out of my head.”
I moan, feeling my body begin to build for release.
He removes his hand and I sigh when I feel my growing orgasm fall away. He takes himself in hand between my legs and I watch as he pumps slowly. “I had to jack off in the shower as I thought about you,” he whispers, his eyes falling closed. “I thought about having you naked and sprawled out beneath me.” His hand moves a little faster. “I thought about how it felt thrusting into you for the first time. How hot and tight you were. And as I got lost in the memory, I pumped myself harder and faster until I was spilling onto the shower floor with your name falling from my lips.”
