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“Good boy,” I tease, taking us back to all the times before, when he called me his ‘good little girl.’ With one flick, the band around my chest loosens. I gently swipe at the stripes, letting my bra fall to the floor. I kick it away as it lands at my feet and stand there, forcing him to look at my bare breasts without being able to touch them.
“What about these?” I continue, sliding my thumb around the waist of my panties. “Should I take these off, too?”
“I want to take them off,” he insists.
“No,” I bark, shaking my finger in the air. “If you want me…we do this how I want.”
His face softens in submission as he accepts my game, forcing him to be the one to give up control for once. “I want you to take them off,” he answers breathlessly.
I pull at the elastic, stretching them down just enough to reveal the flattened skin that rests above what he wants to see most. But I stop and let the fabric snap back in place. “I don’t know,” I tease. “I’m not convinced of how bad you want me to do it.”
“Ophelia, fuck…please…” he hisses with clenched fists. “Please take them off. I need to see you.”
The pain in his voice fills me with an exhilarating desire. I slide the panties down over my thighs and legs slowly, keeping my eyes glued to his the entire time. He bites his lip as I straighten again, completely naked. I make him stand there as I run my hands up my bare thighs, across my stomach up to my breasts. I cup them and squeeze, watching him closely. I touch myself in all the ways I know he’s dying to touch me. With one hand filled with my breast, I let the other travel back down. His eyes follow it closely as I inch between my legs.
“Do you want me to touch myself?” I ask him, circling just above my clit.
“Yes,” he growls immediately, with sweat forming across his forehead.
“You know that’s not good enough,” I remind him adamantly. “How badly do you want to see me do it?”
All at once he drops straight down to his knees, completely helpless to my demands. “Please…” he begs. “Touch yourself.”
His surrender causes me to tighten with excited yearning as I step past him to the bed with a coy smile. I lay back across the comforter as he follows closely, knowing to keep his distance. He stands with wide eyes at the foot of the bed as I spread my legs before him and gently push my fingers down to the throbbing folds. I moan with relief as I move in soft circles, leaning my head back to forget about his watching eyes for a moment as I just relax into the sensation.
I slip into a space where there is nothing but the feeling rippling from my fingertips and the thrill of knowing he is on his knees at the edge of my bed, watching me with longing. It doesn’t take me long to feel like I might cum, but I stop myself. I want him to do it, and I am ready to feel him against me again.
“Come here,” I demand impatiently.
Emmett grins and crawls across the bed, hovering over me as he bites at my bottom lip. His tongue crashes over mine as his hand skims across my stomach, taking in a handful of my breast that he had been eyeing so lavishly. He kisses down to my throbbing nipples, taking them into his mouth one by one. I moan and dig my fingers into his hair, feeling even more afire with need.
I push both hands to his chest once again, lifting him far enough off of me to grip his shirt and yank it over his head. Excited by the sight of him, I rake my hands across his abs, digging in my nails as I go. He tightens beneath my touch, hissing between his teeth as his hand moves behind my head and pulls a clump of my hair.
We both fumble frantically at the zipper of his pants until finally, they are tossed aside, followed by his boxers. Finally, the hardened length of him is free and pulsing over me. The first time we had sex, I didn’t have as good of a view. But now that I can see every inch of him perfectly, I want to taste him.
I sit up and crawl towards him, lowering between his legs with one hand gripped firmly around the base of his shaft. Broken breaths shutter from his mouth as I move my hand up and down, looking him in the eye as I tease the tip with my tongue. Slowly, I move my mouth over him, tightening my lips against his hardness. He lets out a deep groan as I push him further into my mouth, taking him in as deep as I can. His hand squeezes my hair tightly, encouraging me to move him in and out.
Emmett’s groans grow more breathless and broken as I move my mouth around him, until all at once he shoves me back in desperation. I can tell I almost made him cum, but he wants to be inside of me. He shoves me back down onto the mattress with such desperate force, I almost slip back into a place of fear. But I know the place he is coming from—one of primal lust that is burning inside of me just as strong.
He turns for his pants and pulls out a condom, tearing the wrapper with his teeth before sliding it on. I have to wonder if he brought that over just for me, confident that this might happen, or if he always keeps one on hand.
He quickly flings my legs over his shoulders, and I brace myself, expecting him to slide inside of me with the same urgent force he pushed me back with. But instead I am surprised as his head drops between my legs, taking me into his warm, wet mouth.
I gasp out in shock as his hot tongue laps across my lips, dripping with desire. I cry out, melting beneath him. My back arches as I try to warn him how close I am, but the words trail off into nothing. Waves crash over me as my heart races from the pleasure of a rippling orgasm. He sucks my shaking bundle of nerves in even deeper, holding me close as I cum against his mouth.
Giving me no time to recover, he shoots back up and glides into my tightened, still-quivering muscles. He moans desperately as he fills me. I’m so wet that he slides in completely with the first thrust. I take him in greedily, bucking into each movement. His hardness pushes against my G spot, instantly putting me close to another orgasm.
I can tell he is already just as close. He doesn’t waste any time trying to tease me with slow movements. He thrusts in and out in a quick, steady rhythm, keeping my legs held up so that I am tight around him. We move together, trying to keep our cries contained so they don’t echo through the house. He keeps my hips hoisted close to him so he can move inside of me without the bed making too much noise.
“Fuck, Ophelia,” he gasps, looking at me with weakened eyes. “You have no idea how bad I wanted to be inside of you again.”
I want to tell him that I do know, because I wanted it, too. All the emotional distance I felt I needed never once lessened the physical desire I had for him. I lie in this bed night after night, touching myself as I imagine everything that is happening right now. But I am too dissipated in the sensations to get out a single word.
He moves more rapidly as beads of sweat form on the tips of his dangling hair strands. My fingers clench in
to the sheets beneath me as I writhe against him, feeling closer to the edge. He pushes in even harder with each urgent thrust, growing faster and faster until finally we are both on the cusp. His moans crack in between panting breaths as my head throws back, trying not to scream as I cum a second time. I tighten around him as I feel the pulsing pumps of his orgasm rippling through me.
As the height of our pleasure slowly fades, he melts over me, gently pushing his lips to mine. I am hit with a sudden, overwhelming relief at his tenderness. My fingers cling to his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, hoping he won’t pull away like he did the first time.
