The sounds she was making, those low, breathy moans, those husky cries alternating between my name and a stream of swear words, were making me even harder, which I had thought was damn near impossible. I wanted her so bad I could barely see straight, focusing all of my attention on her pleasure.
Slipping my free hand under her ass, I angled her hips so I had better access, my lapping tongue and stroking fingers bringing her closer and closer to release.
“Come for me, Emzee,” I whispered, lifting my head. “Come on, baby.”
Finally, I felt her go over the edge, losing control—her inner muscles clenching around my fingers as she wailed so loudly I was pretty sure all the neighbors could hear it. Probably the entire block could hear it.
This time, I didn’t wait for her to stop shuddering. I stood up and gazed down at her, my cock in my hand, dripping with precum. I moved her onto her back and then lowered myself onto the couch between her thighs, making a space for myself there.
“You want this cock, or have you had enough?” I asked her, knowing she’d never say no.
Her eyes were glassy with pleasure but I could see the hunger there. She wanted more. She wanted all of me.
“I want it,” she said. “I want you to fuck me.”
I groaned at the sound of those words, words I hadn’t heard in far too long, and I pushed her knees up against her chest and slid my cock inside her.
We both moaned as I seated myself as deep as possible. It had been so long and yet, it felt like no time had passed at all. Even though I’d already given her two orgasms, she was still so tight that my eyes practically rolled back in my head.
“Fuck,” I panted, going still, using all my willpower not to come right then and there. She was so wet, so sweet, so tight.
“Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, pulsing softly. “So fucking good.”
“You want this cock?” I asked again as I began to fuck her slowly. “Tell me you want this cock. Say it.”
It sounded like she was praying as she said, “I want it. I want it. Fuck, I want it. I want that big, hard cock. Give it to me.”
Even though my entire body was begging me to take her fast and hard, I didn’t. My rhythm was slow and steady, with both of us staring into each other’s eyes the entire time. This wasn’t just fucking, it wasn’t just sex. This was making love. I was making love to her. Using my body to show her exactly what she meant to me.
I could tell that she felt it, her hands squeezing my biceps as she looked up at me, searching for something unknowable. Unable to stand it, I leaned down and kissed her, losing myself in the moment. I wanted this to last forever. Wanted to drink her up.
Parting her knees, I lifted them around my waist so we could be as close as possible as I thrusted deeper and deeper. Sweat began to gather at my temples as my own control began to fray. I was close, but there was no fucking way I was going to come before she did.
Emzee whimpered as I dipped my head down to her tits and used my teeth and tongue to tease the hard peaks of her nipples. They seemed even more sensitive than I remembered, and I had barely turned my attention to her second breast when she started gasping beneath me, her nails digging into my arms, her pussy contracting in tight bursts around my cock as she came for the third time.
I fucked her all the way through it, and then, as she sagged back into the couch, all tension released from her body, I let myself go, spurting hard and deep inside her. My entire body was tingling, the climax radiating through my body from my head to my toes.
“Em,” I groaned, still coming. It took a few minutes for my orgasm to taper away, and I rested my head on her chest as I slowly caught my breath. Sex between us had always been amazing, but this felt different. Like coming home. I was sure she’d felt it, too.
I raised my head to kiss her, relieved that we were back on track. That things could go back to the way they’d been before Claudia had ruined everything. It would take a lot of work, yes, and I knew I had a long road ahead of me to fully earn back her trust, but I’d do whatever it took to make things right. But before our lips could meet, Emzee turned her face away.
“You need to go,” she said.
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“Get off me.”
What the hell?
Confused, I got up slowly, finding my clothes and getting dressed as she continued to look everywhere else but at me.
“Em. I don’t want to leave,” I told her, buttoning my pants.
“We both got what we wanted,” she said. “Now go.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. “I didn’t come here for sex. That’s not what I want from you. I want ourrelationship. I love you.”
She shook her head. “This was a mistake.”
