“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” I caught her chin, making her look at me. “Every fucking inch of you is beautiful.”
Her eyes went bright, like she might cry, and I kissed her before she could—or argue. When I reached around to unclasp her bra, my fingers fumbled slightly—I was shaking, undone by the simple act of touching her, of being allowed this intimacy, this privilege.
The fabric fell away and I groaned, low and involuntary, the sound torn from deep in my chest.
“Fuck.”
She was exquisite—perfect under my hands. Creamy skin, breasts fuller than my palms could contain, with delicate blue veins visible beneath the surface. When I cupped her breast, testing the weight of it, her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat, and the sound she made—breathy and desperate—went straight through me, tightening the coil of need until it was almost painful.
I pushed her back onto her back and covered her body once again. I lowered my mouth to her skin, kissing the swell of her breast, tracing my tongue along the underside where she was softest, most sensitive, before taking her nipple between my lips. She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair, holding me thereas I lavished attention on her—sucking, licking, using the edge of my teeth just enough to make her arch and cry out.
“God, Tucker,” she whimpered, rolling her hips. I fought the urge to strip us of the rest of our clothes and simply sink inside her. My cock was hard and ready.
But I wanted more. Needed more.
My hands found the button of her jeans and she lifted her hips, helping me slide them down her legs. White satin covered her pussy just like it has her breasts. I could see the nest of dark curls through it and the stain of her arousal darkening the fabric, proof of how much she wanted this—wanted me.
Unable to resist, I cupped her mound, my fingers splaying over her. The heat of her burned through the thin satin. “This is mine, Emily. Do you fucking understand?” I growled the words, unable to stop the primitive words of possession.
Her eyes widened, but she nodded her head.
“Good girl,” I murmured. “Now let me get a taste what’s mine.”
I pulled her panties off with one long jerk. The fabric tore and she gasped but didn’t try to stop me. I lay beside her, tracing a line from her throat to her stomach. She grasped my hand, stopping me. I knew what was going through her mind. She thought she was too soft there. Too much. Just as I had with her mound, spreading my hand over her soft flesh. “I love your curves, baby. Every one of them.”
Then I was moving my hand down, my finger sliding along her wet slit. “So fucking wet. You want this, don’t you? You want me touching you? Fucking you?”
I pressed my finger inside her. Her body jerked at the touch and the sound she made had my cock leaking pre-cum from its swollen tip. I was so hard I hurt, by body screaming at me to just take her, to bury myself inside and lose control.
I plucked at her bud, squeezing it between finger and thumb as I continued to thrust my finger in and out. I bent down and kissed her, using the same motion with my tongue. In and out. Hard and deep.
I swallowed her moan and kept touching her. I added a second finger, stretching her, feeling her body adjust and accept the intrusion. She was tight—so damn tight—and all I could think about was how she’d feel wrapped around me.
I moved, kissing my way down her body. I sucked her nipples for a moment, grazing them with my teeth again until she whimpered, then soothing the sting with my tongue. This time when I placed soft kissed on her stomach, she didn’t protest. Then, I was spreading her thighs, opening her for me.
Her pussy was pink and swollen, glistened from her juices. So delicious looking. Beautiful. Mine.
I bent down, swiping my tongue up her center without warning. The taste of her exploded on my tongue—sweet and musky and addictive. She bucked at my touch, but I held her still for it. I did it again and again, eating her up. I pushed her legs back and up, spreading her open even more, one leg over my shoulder. I parted her lips with my fingers, drilling my tongue inside her. She tasted so fucking sweet, I almost came. I had to press my cock against the covers to stop myself.
As I licked and sucked, I knew I couldn’t last long. I thrust two fingers inside her, scissoring them back and forth, stretching her. She was so damn tight and I was a big man. When I added a third finger, she gasped, but I didn’t stop. “Easy, baby. I gotta do this. I need to get you ready for me.”
She relaxed into my touch. Her body opened for me, accepting, trusting. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking the little bud with my tongue. Circling it, applying pressure, then backing off just to hear her whimper. I wanted her to come. Needed her to come so I could be inside her.
Between my mouth and fingers, it didn’t take long. She made a sound between a moan and a scream as she came. I licked up her juices then crawled over top of her.
When I finally settled between her thighs, skin to skin, I had to stop and just look at her.
Emily underneath me, hair spread across my pillow, eyes dark with want, lips swollen from my kisses. Real and warm and here.
In my bed.
Choosing me.
“You’re staring,” she whispered.
“I can’t help it.”
“Tucker.” She reached up, pulling me down to her. “I need you.”
