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“Emma? You want me to fuck you now?” There was that wolfish smile again. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, the bastard.
Dragging in air, I finally managed a whisper. “Yes, I want you to fuck me now.”
He moved over me, leaning across to the nightstand. Jesus, what else did he have in that bag of tricks of his? Oh. Condoms.
“No.”
He looked back at me, frowning in inquiry.
“I’m on the pill,” I managed to gasp out.
Without a word, he dropped the foil package and came back to me, taking my lips in a fiery kiss that I felt right down to my core. All the waiting was over. He was finally going to fuck me.
He shucked off his jeans and boxers together and I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock when he moved back to kneel between my legs. Couldn’t believe how hungry I was for him. With his hands either side of my head and his eyes hot on my face, he pushed into me in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He was so big, filling me completely, and with my legs tied, together with the way he was pushing off the bed with his hands, the angle hit my clit perfectly, with bone-melting precision. “Harder,” I gasped.
Jake pounded into me over and over until my body was spiralling upward, chasing the wave of pleasure yet again, shooting over it in a quivering, trembling release, Jake’s name on my lips again as I fell apart.
Then he was raining soft kisses all over my face and neck, stroking my hair, murmuring sweet nothings, moving slowly inside me. Still rock hard. My eyes drifted open and I smiled lazily, floating on a silky sea of pleasure. So much pleasure, light and dreamy and incredibly sweet.
There was so much pleasure that I lost myself in it, forgot that there was a world outside this bed. That there was anything else in the universe but Jake’s eyes on mine, his body moving over me, pushing me up, higher and higher and higher, until the heat claimed me yet again. The pleasure that rolled through me was so exquisitely intense that I could have cried from it. Knowing Jake was on the brink, I whispered “Hold me close,” burying my face in his neck when he slid his arms under me. We came together this time, hot, shimmering waves crashing over us before Jake collapsed on top of me, his heart pounding against mine.
I don’t know how long we lay like that. It might have been a minute. It could have been an hour. I had no idea, since there was a chance my spirit had actually left my body. Jake brought me back to reality, stirring above me as he reached for the ties around my wrists, mumbling something I didn’t quite hear. “Hmm?” I asked drowsily.
“I said, are you okay?”
“Trust me, I’m more than okay.” He released my ankles and I rolled onto my side with a contented sigh. I felt him get off the bed and with my eyes closed, couldn’t tell what he was doing as he moved around the room. “I’ll be even better if you come back over here.”
A soft laugh was my reply, then the mattress dipped and he was lying next to me again, pulling me close so that we were chest to chest, my leg hooked over his hip. “Rest up, Em. You’ve got about a twenty-minute break before we go again.”
“Mmm,” was all I could say in reply.
CHAPTER22
Jake
Iwoke with wispy blond hair tickling my face and smiled contentedly. I was lying on my back with Emma nestled against my side, her leg thrown over mine and her hand resting on my cheek. Jesus Christ, what a night. The sight of Emma in that gorgeous lingerie, her skin radiant in the candlelight, had done all sort of things to my heart as well as my cock. There was a time when I’d never have believed a night like last night with Emma would have been possible ever again. The fact that she was even here at all, in my bed, had made me determined to give her everything she wanted, and so much more.
Then when she’d agreed to be recorded, well, that was something else again. Probably the best, though, was the sight of her tied to my bed, spreadeagled, soaking with need. I’d briefly indulged a little fantasy that I could keep her here forever. Now the memory of her moans, her screams, her soft sighs, washed over me and I felt my dick twitching again.
Sliding my hand down from her waist, I stroked her ass while delicious memories from the previous night continued to wash over me. I’d given her twenty minutes to recover, as promised, and the minute I said ‘time’s up’, her eyes were open and she was eagerly reaching for me again.
My dick began to swell at the memory of pulling her from the bed, tying her arms behind her back, telling her to get on her knees. She was so perfectly obedient, opening her mouth when I told her to, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock.
I’d played with her tits while she sucked me off and just when she thought I was about to come, I pulled out of her mouth, hauled her to her feet and bent her over the bed, gripping her hips and kicking her legs out wide so I could thrust into her from behind. I could still hear her screams of pleasure ringing in my ears. I’d caught all of that on camera, too, of course. Then we’d had someextremelyhot and slippery shower sex before tumbling into bed, our limbs entwined, and fallen into a deep sleep, exhausted.
I was awake now, though, and so was my dick. Big time. What should I do? I played over my options, my smile widening as an idea came to me. Maybe sensing that I was awake, Emma squirmed, moving her hand down to my chest. Kissing her forehead lightly, I held my breath as she drifted awake, raising her head to look at me, a sleepy smile in her gorgeous eyes.
“Morning,” I said softly.
“Mmm.” She shifted, moving to drape herself over me like a blanket, slide her arms around my neck, and let her head fall to my shoulder. I felt the movement like a stab to my heart. It was so unbelievably cute, and I’d actually forgotten that she used to do this in the morning: just lie on top of me and go right back to sleep.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her, breathing in her scent, luxuriating in the feel of her soft skin against mine. Refusing to let myself think about how temporary this was, how sad and alone I would feel when she left at the end of the weekend.
“Dammit,” she said groggily, raising her head.
“What is it?” I brushed the hair back from her forehead.
“I need to use the bathroom and don’t want to move.”
