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Emily moves again, and now my whole tip is inside her. This time I bite down hard on my lips. God, she feels so tight I could die. I want to go deeper. I have to feel all of her right now or I’ll explode.
In one motion, I push her down as I thrust deeply into her. A cry of pleasure erupts out of us both and fills the empty silence around us.
Emily. Sweet, sweet Emily. Her impassioned moaning increases as she begins to ride me. Slowly at first, but speeding up. Like all of her self-control is gone, and she’s being driven by a far more powerful force.
I wrap my arms around her, resting my head against her chest. I’m not sure whose heart is pounding harder, hers or mine. I feel her fingers snake into my hair as her whole body starts trembling.
“Oh, God, Peter.” It’s a strangled whisper in my ear that sends the most incredible shivers through me. “I’m so close.”
“I know.” I lay a trail of hungry, wet kisses along her neck. And then, cupping her face in both my hands, I make her look at me. “I know,” I say again, and kiss her hard.
That slow build up, touching and playing, it put us both on the edge. I’m not surprised that it doesn’t take long before we’re ready to tip over. I feel her tense muscles around my cock start to quiver as she whimpers softly in my mouth.
It’s a sound I would be happy to hear every day for the rest of my life.
Emily’s spasms get more intense, her motion on top of me more urgent, rocking the whole car as she painfully teases me to follow along.
My buttocks lift off the seat as I thrust into her then. So hard, so deep, she has to cling to me to keep from hitting the roof. And like that, our bodies locked in a desperate hold, her hips rocking against me in the most maddening way, we finally come together in a shuddering mess of helpless moans and tired kisses.
We sink back into the seat, limp and spent. Emily is a useless, satisfied heap on top of me as we both work to catch our breath.
“Okay,” she mutters softly into the curve of my neck. And I’m sure I can feel the ghost of her smile against my skin as she says, “Now you can take me home.”
Chapter Nine
Emily
My eyes flutter open lazily, and I can just make out the thin slits of light seeping through the blinds in Peter’s bedroom. I stretch out my legs, and they hit the cool sheets on the other side of the bed.
I’m alone.
The sound of a spoon clattering against a cup comes floating in from the kitchen, carried by the sweet aroma of freshly-brewed coffee. With a blissful yawn, I roll onto my back so that I’m taking up the whole bed. There are aches in parts of my body that I didn’t know could ache.
I smile softly. Peter has taught me quite a lot about my body over the past couple of days. Certainly more than any anatomy class could. A low chuckle bubbles out of me and I bury my face in his pillow to drown out the sound. I’m so giddy, it’s embarrassing.
When I come back up for air, Peter’s heady musk is in my nostrils. I sniff his pillow again and breathe in deep until it fills me.
“What are you doing?”
I startle at the sound of Peter’s voice and quickly jump back to the other side of the bed. Talk about embarrassing.
He’s carrying two cups of coffee and wearing his boxers with a faded Boston PD t-shirt. The sharp lines of his biceps are all kinds of delicious.
“Nothing, I was—I was just—” My stammering falters hopelessly. The stupid grin on his face isn’t helping either.
Peter hands me one of the steaming cups and sits down on the edge of the bed beside me.
“Slept okay?” he asks, and takes a sip of his coffee. I’m almost sure he’s only doing it to try and hide that cheeky smile of his. Because he knows full well there was very little sleep happening in this room last night. I’m so grateful I don’t have to sit through any classes today. I don’t think I would’ve survived it on what little sleep I managed to get.
“I slept fine,” I say. “Could use a few more hours, though.”
“It’s already after nine,” he says with an incredulous laugh. “The day’s practically over.”
“Nine?” I fix him with a puzzled look. He shouldn’t be here this late. “Are you working a late shift today?”
Peter shakes his head and leans over my outstretched legs, propping himself up with his hand. “I took the day off.”
I can’t hide my shock. “You what? I didn’t think you knew what that was.”
