“That’s not the plan,” she said. “I have my own plan now. I’m going to fix all of this. You just have to trust me.”
“I do trust you.” But at the same time, I was dubious.
On the other hand, I’d been a wreck without her, and we’d only been apart for one day.
“I trust you,” I repeated, “but I need to know what your plan is. Because I have some ideas, too.”
“We can talk later,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me on top of her. “First, I want you to make love to me.”
I didn’t need her to ask twice. With her in my arms, there was no way I could have resisted. Not that I wanted to.
I kissed her roughly, so hungry for her I could barely control myself. She returned my kiss with the same intensity, her fingers sliding all the way down my back to squeeze my ass, holding tight as she started grinding against me. Her pussy was so wet, I could feel it through the fabric of my boxers.
“Fuck,” I groaned, lifting my hips so she could pull off my underwear.
We were both naked now. My cock was hard enough to slip right into her, but I held back. I wanted to go slow, savor every last drop of her.
Our tongues stroked against each other as I gripped her hair in my hands. We were kissing as if we’d been separated for days, months, years, and I couldn’t get enough of her taste—that sweetness that was pure Emzee. I could have kissed her forever. I was drunk on her. On the way I felt when I was with her, and especially when I was inside of her.
Rolling over so that she was on top, I ran my hands up the back of her thighs, skimming the curves of her ass before wrapping my arms around her. All I wanted was to hold her close and never let her go. Our kisses slowed, becoming softer and more gentle.
As she moaned quietly, I thought back on all the lies and secrets we’d kept from each other over the years. How they had almost destroyed us. Now, there was nothing between us. We were completely naked to each other, figuratively and literally.
I shifted Emzee higher, so her breasts were level with my mouth, and then wrapped my lips around her nipple. Then I sucked. Softly at first, then harder. She gasped, threading her fingers through my hair, pulling me even more firmly against her. I licked and circled and sucked some more, then switched to the other one, my hand coming up to play with the peak I had just teased with my mouth.
Emzee’s hips were grinding against mine, her pussy wet and ready against my shaft, but I kept holding back. She’d asked me to make love to her, and that meant pacing myself.
“Ford,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”
Her cries of pleasure made me even harder, my balls aching, but I didn’t want to rush. Instead, I kept up with the foreplay, taking my time with her breasts and letting her grind against me until she came. Not the kind of earth-shattering orgasm she usually had, but a small taste of what was in store for her. Still, it left her gasping.
“Lean back,” I told her, pushing her gently off me.
Even in the dark, I could see that her skin was still flushed and her eyes were barely focused. I wanted to take her over the edge again. Make her beg and moan and scream my name. I wanted to finger her tight, perfect pussy, taste her on my tongue as I fucked her with my mouth, feel her walls clench hard around my cock as she came with me plunging deep inside of her.
I wanted all of her.
“I love you, Em.”
She looked up at me, her luscious mouth parted. “I love you.”
I slid down, pressing my mouth to her stomach, leaving kisses on her belly where I knew the baby was growing.
Then I moved lower, trailing soft kisses across her hips as my fingers traced her wet slit. She was ready for round two, I could feel it, but I took my time. First, I touched her with my tongue, one long lap from her ass to her clit, making her moan. Her legs were spread wide and I made a place for myself between her thighs, licking and sucking every part of her pussy until my jaw started to ache. She tasted so good I wanted to lap her up, every last drop, wanted to lose myself in her sweet taste and her scent.
I groaned as I ate her out, letting her know how much I loved it, how turned on I was. Her hands were in my hair, pulling harder as I sucked her whole clit into my mouth again. I knew exactly what she liked, exactly what got her off, and I loved how responsive she was to me.
“Fuck,” she panted. “I’m going to come again.”
I tightened my grip on her hips, spreading her legs even wider as I stroked her with my tongue. She wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, judging by the way her breath was coming faster and faster, her grip on me growing even firmer. She was moaning my name as I licked her harder, fucked her with thrusts of my tongue, my fingers, the sound of her like music to my ears, not stopping until she cried out at last with the pleasure of her release.
That was it. I was done being gentle. I didn’t even wait for her to stop shuddering before I was spreading her lips and inserting my fingers. One, then two, and then three. I wanted to stretch her, to prepare her for my cock. She took each finger with a groan, begging for more, her hands moving to the bed to clutch the sheets as I fucked her hard with my fingers.
My thumb found her clit, which I knew had to be sensitive still, but I rubbed it hard, knowing that I could make her come one more time before I plunged my cock deep inside her.
“Come on my fingers,” I commanded. “I own that pussy. It’s mine. It belongs to me.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “It’s yours.”
