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“With you, I’m always ready for more.” I guided her hips down until she sunk onto me, sheathing me completely.
“Oh, fuck, Kyle,” she said. “It’s—it’s almost too much like this.”
I gripped her hips and moved her back and forth, the grinding feeling so damn good I was almost ready to bust again.
“That’s it, baby. You can take it.”
Once Emma adjusted, I guided her hips up and down, her thigh muscles doing most of the work. Watching my length move in and out of her was too hot for words, feeling every hot inch of her was incredibly sexy.
“Kyle, fuck. I’m not going to last long.” She gripped my shoulders and began to move quicker.
I just had her, and she was going to make me come again already.
I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth, her tits where bouncing in my face anyway, and she gasped so loud I knew I was on to something. I removed my hands from her hips, she had the motions down anyway, and took her tits in my hands, gently toying with both.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Like that.”
Always eager to please, I kept it up, doing exactly what I was, letting her ride me however she wanted.
“Tell me what you want,” I told her.
Emma’s sky blue eyes locked with mine and something passed between us. “You,” she said breathlessly. “I just need you.”
Her words did something to me. I wasn’t sure if it was what she said or how she said it or because of who she was, but I was nearly overwhelmed. I wanted her, needed her, and being inside her wasn’t enough.
I picked her up and placed her back on the desk but instead of having her lie back, I sat her on the edge. When her arms still wrapped around me, I held her close as I pumped into her, her thighs spread on their side of my thighs.
“Emma,” I breathed. “This is so damn good.”
“I know,” she said, tears in her eyes. “It’s so good.”
Something was happening, and it was too late to stop it.
Eventually, we both finished, Emma coming just a moment before me. I stilled, holding her, kissing her, but eventually we pulled apart and started getting out clothes back on.
The silence was loud but I wasn’t sure if it was uncomfortable or not.
It was incredibly, being inside Emma, being with Emma. I’d had a lot of sex, it wasn’t something I held in this most high regard, it was a need I had for physical release. And I never had a hard time finding women who wanted the same from me. I had a big dick I knew how to use, and I was always respectful.
But this, with Emma, was entirely different. Yes, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to find that physical release with her over and over again. But, I wanted more. I wanted all of her. These feelings, this yearning I felt for her was all new to me. But it wasn’t some experiment.
She stepped back into her panties, and I had to fight the urge to rip them off of her and get back inside her. There was being insatiable and then there was being addicted and Emma was driving me mad.
Once she was fully dressed again it was easier to remember our reality. She was Emma, not only my employee, but Krista’s best friend, a staple in my small family for decades. There was no fucking this up. There was no playing it by ear.
There was certainly no taking a chance and seeing how things went.
I couldn’t forget Lily and I certainly couldn’t put my needs before hers.
I didn’t even know if I could handle her needs at all. I never dreamed of parenthood.
“Kyle, listen,” Emma said, tucking her silky shirt into her skirt. “Clearly there is something physical between us.”
“Obviously,” I said, my voice full of sarcasm. She pinned me with her stare., something else I thoroughly enjoyed about Emma—she never took my shit. “Please, go on,” I said stifling a laugh.
“Staying away from each other sucked. You haven’t been with anyone; I haven’t been with anyone. But—” she paused, watching me carefully as I zippered my fly. “But we work together now and that is on top of an already complicated past.”
“Yeah. But, I don’t want to stop this, Emma. I don’t think I can anyway. You don’t want that either.” I heard the desperation in my voice, and it was foreign to my ears. I was Kyle Beckford. I didn’t beg. I didn’t plead.
