Kissing is something I’ve largely avoided until her. Along with the missionary position.
Occasionally, I’ll let my hookups ride me, but mostly I’d take them from behind. They were a good time, so I didn’t need to see their faces. I didn’t even care if they were picturing someone else while I fucked them.
I wasn’t seeking a connection; they were simply a means to an end. But I don’t want that with Emily. I need her to know it’s me who’s making her feel like this.
I want the intimacy.
I fucking crave her closeness.
The scariest thing is, it feels like my happiness begins and ends with this woman.
Manoeuvering my hand, I replace the finger massaging her little nub with my thumb, so I can sink a digit inside her heat. She’s already primed and ready for my cock, but I need to get her off before I bury myself balls deep.
I’ve made it my mission to bring her undone as many times as I can when we’re together. For once in my life, this woman’s pleasure seems to outweigh my own.
The obsession I developed over the years for Emily Ashford has now morphed into something heavier. It’s not just a thought anymore; it’s constant and impossible to shake. I need her in my life, permanently. I can’t let her slip away.
She has no idea how far this fascination goes back. I may tell her in the future, but not today. She doesn’t need to know about the Chapstick I stole, or the red satin underwear I swiped off her bedroom floor, or the hair elastic I slid off the end of her hairbrush one night when I saw it sitting on the countertop in the bathroom.
I add a second finger into her snug, tight cunt as my need to possess her borders on something dark and unhinged. Like, there’s no longer a version of my life where she isn’t in it.
“That’s it, cupcake, fuck my fingers,” I growl when she starts bucking her hips into my hand.
Within seconds, I feel her inner muscles clenching around my digits like a vice, and my cock throbs with the knowledge he’s about to get his turn.
I continue working her over until she goes limp on the bed. Only then do I roll onto my back, bringing her with me.
She’s still panting as she straddles my hips. There’s a satisfied, lazy grin curving her lips as she stares down at me. Her blue eyes sparkle, and her long blonde hair falls forward, framing her pretty face like a curtain.
Everything else drops away. I’m now hyper-focused on her. She’s impossible to ignore as she pulls me into her gravity, and I’m not even trying to get free.
I lift my hips off the mattress, tug down my boxers until my rock-hard cock springs free, and then slap my hand down on her arse, because I know she loves that.
“Ride my cock like the good girl you are,” I command.
I push my head back into the pillow and groan the moment she sinks all the way home. I fucking love this woman, and it’s about time she knew just how much.
Emily is perched on my lap on my recliner as we watch Lil’ Peach tear into her presents with the excitement of a three-year-old discovering magic for the first time. The sight squeezes my heart. I should’ve given her this way before now.
Seeing the way her eyes widened when she woke to a mountain of wrapped gifts under the tree felt like a punch to the gut. I thought I’d given her everything she needed over the years, but I was wrong.
I let my own fucking baggage stand in the way. Myinability to cope with my own scars robbed her of the chance to just be a kid. I won’t make that mistake again.
My arms tighten around Emily’s waist as I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck. Does she even realise how much she’s brought into our lives by being here?
“Thank you for giving her this,” I murmur against her skin. “Thank you for everything you’ve given us both.”
She shifts on my lap, turning slightly so our gazes meet. “Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your lives,” she says, cupping my cheek.
There’s so much I want to ask. Are you happy here? Do you want to stay?Please stay.I don’t know if I can do this without you.
But instead, something else slips out before I can stop it. “I love you.”
Her eyes widen, and her face rears back. My heart sinks, as I automatically fear I fucked up, but then that sweet smile of hers lights up her face. “You love me?”
I clear my throat, holding her gaze. “Do you have a problem with me loving you?”
“Not at all. Would you have a problem if I told you I love you too?”
