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“Sounds like those evenings together were really special.” My free hand holds her cheek in a gentle cradle. Melting for a moment into my touch, she seems to catch herself.
“But him interrupting the kiss was probably for the best.” She steers the conversation back to physical.
“Was your date a bad kisser?” Her teeth tug at her lip, gaze holding mine.
“Not nearly as good as you.” Emery’s small hand lifts to the back of my neck as she pulls herself up against me. Leaning down, I close the gap between us. With just a brush of our lips, I pull back to look into her eyes to make sure this fucking real. Her soft smile reaches her eyes and I dive back in, knowing how she feels about me. Us.
Deepening the kiss, I keep it slow, savoring every movement. Holding the back of her head, I push her against the door and slide my hand to her neck. Her pulse goes wild as I hold her throat. She twists the door handle, and we step through the doorway, my hands on her hips, pushing her against the door to close it. Her shallow breathing kicks into overdrive as my hips press into her. My cock screams to break the zipper of my slacks. As I welcome her tongue into my mouth, the sweet taste of her dessert still lingers. The feeling of her arms around my neck, her body against mine, the quickening desperation in her breathing, and the slow pace of our tangled lips, is the exact high I’ve been longing for. Kissing her for a lifetime would never be enough.
Reaching up her back, I unzip her dress, and she breaks the kiss. Playful eyes meet mine as she shimmies down and steps out of the fabric. A little grin spreads across her face as she stands proudly in lace lingerie. Not taking this all the way is going to be pure fucking torture.
“Is maroon still your favorite color?” she muses, reaching to pull me in by my tie.
“Look at you caring enough to remember.”
“Everyone has a downfall.” I drop her wrists as she smiles tightly. Emotion hangs over our heads and the knife in my stomach twists. This is too messy.
“Emery,” I rasp in an unsettling tone.
“Don’t.” With a small shake of her head, she’s back to kissing me. Her lips feel so right, and I need to get this out of my system, even if it breaks me. Her fingers begin to fumble with the buttons of my shirts, and I loosen my tie before taking it off. As my tongue dips into her mouth, I take both her hands in mine and secure my necktie around her wrists.
“Smart choice,” she says against my lips. Before I can ask if this is okay, she lifts to her tiptoes, and circles her arms around my neck, securing herself to me. “I’m a much cuter necktie.”
“Don’t move.” Voice dropping, I grind into her. Forehead resting against hers, I stare into her eyes.
“Bossy.” My hand grips her waist as my other hand lightly dances just above her panty line.
Leaning over to her ear, I whisper, “Do you want to stop?” She shakes her head. “I didn’t hear you.”
“No.” She’s breathless, fidgeting against my cock.
Goosebumps paint her body as I nip at her ear to edge her on. My heart beats as my cock pulses, wishing I’d just toss her on the couch and fuck her hard. I’ve never battled control the way I always have with Emery. Which makes me want her more. Cupping my hand between her legs, over her wet panties, she whimpers and grinds against me.
Gently, I begin stroking her before slipping my hand inside the lace. My finger brushes down between her slit and remains in place, her hips already bucking in need.
“What did I say?”
“Don’t move,” she pants.
“Good girl.”
“How am I supposed to come without you moving?”
“I bet you could with enough anticipation and only a few soft brushes against your clit.” I lightly move my finger back and forth as she wiggles. “I want to take my time with you.”
“That is not what I had in mind.” A frustrated groan leaves her lips.
“I can head out, then.”
“No.” At her begging tone, I just about unravel. I’m eager to hear her beg for my cock.
I reward her. My finger moves faster and applies pressure on her pussy. My hand gripping her waist travels around her back, pulling her flush against me. Her deep breaths and flex of her stomach are all that’s allowing her to move against my finger. “Ian, yesss.” Her voice pitches a bit higher. “Edge me more, please.”
Two of my fingers spread her open as my middle finger circles her clit. Once she starts moving with me, I stop, holding my fingers back in their original place. I’m becoming impatient as I need to feel her come undone by my doing. I circle her once again and dip two fingers inside.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growl into her neck.
“Mmhmm,” she moans, putting most of her weight in her arms around my neck.
