I started to undo my zipper as I stalked toward her like she was my prey, because I was definitely about to devour her. Her breath hitched as she took in my predatory expression and started moving backwards across the room, but her eyes only flashed with deep seated lust, the golden flecks burning bright with the same need that lit my veins.
She hit the kitchen table and I closed in, trailing my fingers up the soft expanse of her legs.
“Emerson, this is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her lips parted as my fingers moved higher, until they reached a trickle of stickiness near her apex. Continuing their journey, a monumental groan escaped me, one I could feel inmy ever tightening balls, because they’d reached Nirvana and it soaked the palm of my hand.
I plunged three fingers deep inside and it was her turn to groan, feral and raw. She was so turned on I was getting high from the scent of it.
“I don’t have any patience to wait right now, Luck. I’m about to bust.” I pulled my dick out of my pants - hard as a steel rod.
Lifting her onto the edge of the table, I pushed her back to lie down and spread her legs wide in front of me, lining myself up to her dripping wet, swollen pussy. She let out a loud cry as I thrust inside her in one swift motion, straight to the hilt, stretching her tight, silky slick muscles as they rippled against my cock.
“Fucking hell, this is going to be quick.” I gritted my teeth, looked down at her, still in my jersey, and watched her take me, watched her pussy suction onto me and watched my dick disappear inside her again and again as I thrust my hips.
This was another level.
I was so close to coming, my balls had turned into a grenade. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
The table started banging against the wall.
I was like a frenzied animal, fucking her into oblivion, and she tried to grip onto something for leverage, but came up short on the flat surface, sending things flying as she searched around. I could already feel her legs quivering against me, which hardened my cock more than I thought was possible. Her clit was slick with her juices and I started rubbing my thumb against it, bringing her closer to the brink, her throaty mewling getting louder.
Her legs wrapped round me, her heels locking onto my ass as I pulled her further off the edge of the table. Digging my fingers into her hips, I tilted her, gripping her harder while I drove my dick deeper and deeper inside her. I bore down on her clit and she crashed around me with a scream, her pulses firing surgesof electricity down my spine, increasing the pressure in my balls until my own release punched me so fucking hard I toppled forward, exploding inside her.
“Jesus Fucking Christ.”
I lifted her shuddering body up from the table, my dick still throbbing violently, trapped in her tight, satiny vise and sunk my lips into hers, sweeping my tongue around her mouth, kissing her on and on, claiming her as mine.
I pulled back, our chests still heaving from exertion, sweat beading our foreheads, but even from the force of both our orgasms, I knew we weren’t anywhere near being satiated. And I had plans to fuck her for hours.
I wouldn’t ever get enough.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. That was so fucking selfish of me. You’re just too fucking sexy for your own good in my jersey and I couldn’t wait, but I promise I’ll make it up to you for the rest of the night.”
I touched my lips to hers once more and she wrapped her arms around my neck, so soft and supple, her eyes still glazed.
“I’m not going to stop you, and I’m definitely not complaining if that’s what I’m getting every time you come home.”
I gave a dark chuckle, taking her bottom lip between my teeth. “Be careful what you wish for.”
I was still inside her when my dick started hardening again. I picked her up and moved us through to her bedroom, kicking off my shoes and shucking my pants as I walked.
Because I always made good on my promises.
Chapter 13
Iput my toothbrush back in the holder and walked through the closet to Drew’s bedroom, grabbing a t-shirt from the drawer. We were in his big country house with a rare Saturday off. He’d had a home game last night, with another tomorrow night, and as soon as I’d found out, I called in the favor with Jace to cover my Saturday class, seeing as he still owed me, which meant we had almost a whole weekend together.
And I was so excited I thought I might burst.
In the time since he’d been back in my life, the only nights we spent apart were the ones when he was traveling. And even withthe breakneck speed at which it had all happened, it still felt so normal, like it had been years, not months, of us being together.
Because he got me in a way no one else ever had.
He knew what it took to keep my body in the shape I needed it to be in. He understood the drive which woke me up every other day for my six a.m. classes, even if he did want me to stay in bed longer. And he understood my ambition to be the very best I could be, pushing my limits and working toward my goal of one day owning my own studio - all the things that Richard used to fight me on, that he used to try and control me on, Drew encouraged. He was the anti-Richard, filling my life with sweetness and fun.
And it was the same for me.
