Page 64 of Thaddeus

“Soon, agápi mou.”

“But—”

“Make no mistake, I want so badly to claim what’s been denied for a decade. I want to so fucking much my dick is weeping. But we’re gonna wait. I promise you it will be worth it. So kiss me, Emmy, so I can get up, get in the shower, stroke my dick while I think about how good it’s gonna be, then we can get downstairs, get some food, and plan how we’re gonna make you safe.”

“Stroke your dick,” she repeated.

That was pure Emerson, the hitch in her voice, the sexy, husky tone. She’d totally gotten off knowing I used to jerk off thinking about her.

“Yeah, Emmy. You think that’s changed? Years, baby, I’ve stroked myself off thinking about you. You’re my best fantasy, the best reality, thinking about you never failed to get me off. Countless times I’ve laid in bed thinking about your mouth, how you moved on top of me, how snug and hot your pussy feels when I fill you up. And the best part of all of that, when my hand was wrapped around my dick and I was jerking myself off, was knowing the images that were playing out in my mind were real.”

Sometime during my admission, Emerson’s hips started moving and she was rubbing herself against my hard-on.

I leaned forward, bypassed her mouth, and went for her neck. My mouth hit the soft skin of her throat and my tongue came out, getting the first taste of my woman in a really long fucking time. Emerson tilted her head back, giving me better access, and I took it. Licking my way up to her ear I stopped and whispered, “Can you get yourself off like this, Emmy?”

She nodded then answered, “Yeah.”

“Then take it, baby.”

My hips moved with her as she grinded on my dick and my mouth went back to exploring. It took less time than I thought for her to start whimpering. I had every one of her noises committed to memory, therefore I knew she was close but struggling.

I dislodged my mouth from sucking on her neck and shoved my hand up her shirt and encountered a handful of bare breast.

“Fuck, Emmy. Get yourself there.”

My fingers honed in on her nipple and I pinched and rolled it as she writhed under me, rubbing herself harder and faster on my dick.

“Thaddeus,” she whined and I snapped.

My hand left her nipple, I hitched her leg up higher, spreading her wider, and with our clothes between us, I rocked into her. My hand went back to her shirt. I shoved it up, bent forward, and sucked her puckered nipple into my mouth.

Emerson’s back arched, shoving her ample tit farther into my face and she wailed her orgasm. A few thrusts later, my dick erupted and I came in my pants, not giving the first fuck I’d lost it like a chump.

Straight up, not a care in the world, that all it had taken was my woman dry-humping against my covered dick to get me to shoot off.

“Now kiss me, agápi mou.”

Emerson righted her head, looked up at me, and with a satisfied smile that stole my breath, she said, “Yeah, we still got it.”

A sensation so foreign I’d forgotten what it was raced over me and I swung my head back and laughed. A real and true belly laugh that felt so fucking good, my now softening dick jumped back to life.

“Yeah, baby, we still got it.”

When I was done chuckling, I was also done asking, so I leaned down and took the kiss I’d been demanding.

And that was fucking great, too.

Emerson

Seeing as Thad had already joined me in release, I joined him in the shower. Much to my extreme disappointment, it was just a shower. There was no touching. No groping. No grinding. But there had been a few kisses.

There were a lot of things I’d thought I remembered about Thad. Things I’d sworn I’d never forget, but I’d been wrong. I had forgotten how good he kissed. How good his mouth felt on mine. But mostly I’d forgotten that when Thaddeus Bench kissed, he took you on a journey.

It was an epic experience full of slowly building peaks and valleys that kept you guessing when the climax would hit. It was fabulous. Better than I’d remembered. And that was saying a lot because I’d remembered every inch of him was otherworldly and that included his mouth.

Now we were walking down the stairs with my hand in his, and my fear and doubt had started to take root.

This was crazy.