“Want me to wear a condom?” he rasped, his quick breaths fanning across my lips.
I shook my head. If I was only going to get this once, I wanted to experience all of it. “I have an IUD and I’m clean.” Havingthe contraception conversation always put a small hamper on things, but for some reason, with Emmett, it only made me want him more.
He nodded. His throat moved as he swallowed, and he wet his lips, his eyes fixed on mine. This wasn’t the frantic clothes-ripping, pawing at each other I’d expected when we first stumbled through his door. It felt like something much deeper—more for both of us in different ways and for different reasons.
I caressed the side of his face, stroking his cheek. “I trust you.”
Emmett’s head lowered, a shaky breath leaving him as if those three words rattled him to the core. When he looked at me again, there was something a lot like gratitude in his eyes. “I trust you, too.”
His kiss was all-consuming when he nudged his hips forward, working himself in with slow, languid thrusts that destroyed me. Our mouths never parted until he filled me to the hilt. I’d never felt so full, so consumed by another person before.
“Shit, Delilah,” he hissed between gritted teeth, looking down at where our bodies were joined. I couldn’t stop looking either—it was the most perfect thing I’d seen.
There was a crazed look in his eyes when they met mine. Giddy anticipation rushed through me to see him barely hanging on by a thread. But I wanted him to snap. To unravel and give me all his messy, tormented pieces to take care of forever.
More importantly, I wanted him to fuck me through this mattress.
“Move,” I whined, grabbing his hips, but he didn’t budge.
“Wait a sec…trying not to come already,” he admitted with a choked laugh. “You feel too goddamn good.”
Desperation clawed at me. I rocked my hips beneath him, unable to wait. A strangled groan left him, spurring me on. Nothing had ever felt this good, and I needed to feel himeverywhere, so deep that I’d never forget it. Whimpering moans spilled past my lips, my movements growing faster. God, I was already close, and he hadn’t even fucking moved.
A stunned yelp flew out of me when he grabbed my hip and pinned me to the bed in a snap movement.
“What did I just fucking say?” he growled. His eyes were like fire when he glared down at me. I wanted all that fire; I wanted to burn in it with him.
“I don’t give a shit how fast you come, Emmett, so fuck me like you mean it or I’ll find someone else to do the job right.”
His jaw ticked. “That bratty mouth’s gonna get you fucked harder if you aren’t careful.”
“I’d like to see—” The words were obliterated by a harsh snap of his hips. He didn’t give me even half a second to figure out how to breathe again before he surged into me again. He was relentless. Lust-crazed and purely primal, driving into me like he couldn’t get deep enough.
The bed creaked with every thrust, his breath ragged like he was barely hanging on. “This what you wanted, Delilah? For me to wreck this perfect pussy ‘till you feel me for days?”
“Yes!” The word came out in a half-moan, half-sob. It was too good—more than I could’ve ever fathomed.
My blood simmered in my veins like a live current. Like I’d been switched on for the first time with the kind of pleasure he was wringing out of me. It was addictive watching all that muscle work on top of me and turn me into nothing more than a whimpering, desperate mess.
Emmett’s teasing laugh ran over me like a dark caress. “Greedy girl. I can feel it, you’d let me fuck you forever and still ask for more, wouldn’t you?”
If he only knew.
“Please, Emmett,” I begged, not even knowing what I was actually asking for. I just wanted more. More of everything hecould possibly give me. I never wanted another man to touch me again. Just Emmett. Only ever my Emmett.
He groaned, collapsing on top of me. His eyes had a darkness in them that had my pussy tightening. “Oh, my sweet girl, look at you,” he cooed in a teasing purr. He brushed my damp hair back, his hips slamming against mine without faltering. “So fucking beautiful taking my cock.” I nearly said it then, nearly sobbed how much I loved him, but swallowed it back with a moan.
“You’re gonna—Oh God—fuck, I’m gonna come,” I gasped against his lips. With a shaking hand, I circled my clit, driving myself higher. I chanted his name with every brutal thrust he made until it was nothing more than a garbled, pleading cry for more.
His hips started stuttering, his grunts of pleasure becoming more frantic. “Where do you want my cum, sugar?”
I gripped his ass with my free hand and locked my ankles around his hips, giving him a silent answer. Emmett’s groan was broken and jagged, straight from his chest as he spilled into me, his cock jerking. And I fell apart beneath him, wringing out every last drop he had.
“So good for me,” he panted, his voice hoarse. Capturing my lips with his, I was lost, ruined. I’d forever be chasing this high. Forever trying to mimic this euphoric feeling with people who’d never compare.
And when Emmett collapsed on top of me, sweat slicked and heart pounding against his chest, I hugged him to me tighter, scattering gentle kisses along his neck and cheek, not ready to let him go.
How was I going to get over this? How would I ever be able to act normally around him? How would I be able to face the girls? The ceiling fan, unfortunately, didn’t have any answers.
