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There are so many things going on—his breath on my shoulder and neck, the beat of his own racing heart at my back, his thick erection against my ass.
“Emmett,” I whimper.
“I’ve got you, baby. Let go.”
I swear my eyes roll back and for a few glorious moments, I’m floating, the two fingers he has in me the only thing anchoring me.
He praises me through the orgasm, his voice husky and full of awe. I never knew the words good girl were such a damn turn-on for me, but his use of them prolongs my orgasm, taking it to a higher level.
I feel depleted when it ends, my breath catching in my throat in a way that makes it sound like I have hiccups.
His hand is resting against my clit, the warmth of his palm absorbing the electric zings as they periodically spark. His other hand is resting on my hip, his fingers curled into my flesh as if he thinks I may try to run away.
He stops me when I try to turn around, but before I can get upset, he makes his intentions clear. He pulls a condom from the other and presents it to me.
I reach for it with trembling fingers because I’m still suffering the effects of the full-body orgasm.
“Just hold,” he says. “Need to get my cock out.”
With one strong hand, he lifts me, giving him room with his other hand to unzip his slacks. When he lowers me back down, I can focus on nothing but the fiery heat of his manhood at my ass. It has to be ten degrees warmer than the rest of him.
He adjusts himself, sliding down some in the chair and lifting me so I’m sitting on his lower belly, his thick, jutting erection between my legs.
I look down at it because there’s no way to fight the need to see it, and I have to swallow. He used the word wedge earlier when goading me about sex, and the man will have to do just that. He’s thick and dark, the skin pulled tight, the veins pulsing along the sides. I haven’t seen many dicks. Seb was so quick to get started there was no amount of foreplay before he had the condom on and was pushing inside of me.
“Jesus,” he groans when I run the tip of one finger down the side of it. “Condom?”
I place the package in his hand when he asks for it, watching in awe as he opens the package and rolls the thing down without even having to see since I’m blocking his view.
“That seems rote,” I complain.
“Now is not the time to remind me that I’m fucking thirty, Devyn. I’ve had a dick for a long time.”
I huff a laugh, but it quickly turns into a whimper of need when he wraps his full fist around his condom-covered dick.
He uses his other hand to tease me, his fingers sliding through my desire but never really pressing where I need him to.
I want to beg, but I don’t have the courage. I’m not even facing him and just thinking of asking for what I want makes my cheeks flame. What if I say it wrong? What if I sound stupid? What if we get started and he doesn’t enjoy it?
This was so much easier when he was controlling the situation, but it seems he’s giving me a choice. I know what I want, I just don’t know how to ask for it or take it.
With a lighter grip on himself, he slaps the tip against my slit, sending another zing of awareness and need through my body.
“Lift up,” he says, his hand cupped under my ass for assistance.
I do the best I can, but my legs are splayed out, still trapped by his. He does most of the work in lifting me, directing my body down until his dick is wedged at my entrance.
I’m soaked, the orgasm he drew from me assisting in coating me in slickness, but I know it’s still going to be a tight fit. The press of the second finger earlier felt almost too much.
“Emmett?”
He freezes, the darkened head of his cock kissing the lips of my pussy.
“Want to stop?”
I shake my head, uncertain of how to express the fear bubbling inside of me.
I’m not a virgin. I made that declaration to him before, but he doesn’t even compare to Seb.
“Scared,” I manage, the word weak.
“Want me to stop?” There’s no accusation or disappointment in his voice.
If I tell him yes, I know he’ll pull away. I also know he isn’t going to hold it against me or treat me differently.
I think that’s what gives me the courage I need.
“Maybe just go slow. I don’t think it will fit.”
He huffs a laugh. “God, baby, you’re good for my ego.”
I shake my head as he presses against me once again. “It wasn’t a compliment. You’re too big.”
