“Emmett,” she whimpers.
“What is it, baby?”
“You’re torturing me and it’s not nice.”
“I’m taking my time.”
She huffs. “But I want you to take me.”
“Aspen, the sun’s barely up and you’re already begging for me to fill you with my cum.” I push deep, bottoming out fast and hard.
Aspen’s breath comes out in a gasp. “Yes.”
I sweep my hand up her side until my thumb is stroking the underside of her jaw. “Tell me what you need.”
“More. I want to feel it everywhere.”
“I can do that.”
I pull out and hate every second of it.
“Kneel, facing the headboard.” She does as I ask, looking over her shoulder to find me. I stroke my cock to the sight. It’s a close second to the feeling of her wrapped around me.
“So fucking perfect.” My palms slide over her arms, taking her hands and placing them on the headboard. “Hands here.”
So damn pretty, but I’m aching to be inside her. So I nudge her ankles apart with my knees and slide in behind her, gripping her hips and lifting her ass enough to bump her clit.
She shudders in response.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be empty for long.” I grunt in relief when I tug on her hips, and she sinks down on me to the base.
“God, Emmett,” Aspen whimpers, her knuckles blanching as she grips the frame.
She flutters around me. “I need you to move.”
I chuckle. “You need to give me a minute.”
I’m still not used to being inside her like this. Every time is a fucking test.
After taking a second to get my shit together, I flex up into her. She meets me, burying me to the hilt again and again.
It’s dizzying how good she feels, how quickly I go from thinking I’ve got everything under control to ready to spill.
“I want you right there with me,” I tell her, reaching between her legs. My finger slip to where we’re joined for a minute before I find her swollen bundle of nerves.
Aspen’s cadence falters as I push against it. She’s not kidding when she said she likes to feel it everywhere. My girl gets off better when she’s got as much stimulation as possible.
“Can you take over so I can touch you?”
She nods, taking over and riding me to her own rhythm now.
My other hand coasts up her stomach to her breast, rolling and tugging one nipple and then the other.
“Shit.” She moans when I pinch harder.
“Too much?”
“No . . . please don’t stop.” Her movements become frantic. “I’m right there.”
