She nods erratically, and squeezes her eyes shut.
I slap her clit., and her eyes shoot open, a garbled noise leaving her as she squeezes around me.
“Need those eyes when you’re coming on my cock, Angel.”
She tilts her chin, determined and gorgeous, shifting her hips to meet me. The change in the angle makes everything better, rubbing my exposed nerves raw as she trembles, her cunt quivering around me.
“Just. Like. That,” I say, letting go of the leash I’ve kept myself on and barreling toward release with her.
Seated as deep as I can go, I twitch inside her, still rubbing soft circles between her legs until she’s whimpering and shifting away.
Aspen curses under her breath as I kiss her neck, dragging kisses over her collarbone and breasts before I ease out of her. Kneeling between her thighs, I lift her other heel to the edge of the table. The wood groans, and I’m vaguely aware of her pushing up on her elbows.
“What are you?—”
I cut her question off, tracing her entrance with soft strokes through the mixture of our release.
“You’re full of my cum, Angel.” Before I think too deeply about why I like that so much, I press my middle finger inside her, pushing every fucking drop back inside. “Right where it belongs.”
“Jesus.” she murmurs.
“You’ll come for me like this too—my fingers fucking this mess back into you.”
Her head hits the table, and her arm comes over her eyes.
“Too much?”
I’ve had enough sex, but I can’t remember another time or person I was this open, this vocal, with. It’s only ever been an itch I need to scratch on occasion. Something to pass the time.
“Too much, not enough, everything I need,” she whines. “It’s everything all at once.”
“Yeah, it is,” I agree. “Give me another and I’ll do that thing you like with my fingers.”
“You already are . . .”
The question on her lips turns into a long moan when I curl my fingers just so. Her thighs tremble and her breaths turn shallow.
I shake my head. “The other thing.” I look away from where I’m pumping into her just long enough to watch her come apart. Her hand curls into a fist, and her lips part on a gasp.
I’d sell my soul to the devil to replace all my nightmares with dreams of this for the rest of my life.
“Yes, Emmett.” Her toes curl around the edge of the table, and then she’s panting and pulling her knees together as I place a kiss on her mound before standing and hovering over her.
She cracks one eye open, a lazy smile on her lips. “What other thing?”
I take her hands in mine, pulling her up. I can’t scoop her off the table and carry her away the way I want, but I’m tempted to try. Only, I know she’ll yell at me, and I still have plans for her.
“The one in the shower where you let someone else take care of you for once and clean you up.”
“It’s not a hair-wash day,” she says absentmindedly, scooting off the edge of the table and into my arms.
“I’m sure we can find something else for me to help with,” I tell her.
“Bring the coffee.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“We’re taking a bath. A scented, girly, bubble bath.”
