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“Yes,” she says between breaths.
And then she surprises me once again.
“I want to see you touch yourself,” she says, opening her eyes and looking at me but never stopping the motion of her hand in her panties.
I hesitate. I’m slightly worried the control I’ve been managing may go out the window if I participate in this as more than just a spectator.
“Please,” she whispers.
But when she utters that little word, I can’t deny her. I could never deny her.
I undo the button on my jeans, never taking my eyes off her. Then push the zipper down. The noise it makes sounds like a thousand plates crashing to the ground in this silence.
I don’t pull my pants off all the way, I just push them down a little and pull my already rock-hard cock out with one hand. Aubrey rolls to her side, facing me, her hand still in her panties, running circles around her clit.
Her eyes are no longer on mine. They’re locked onto my hand that’s methodically pumping my length. I look at her face. Her gorgeous face with the roadmap of freckles. I notice every micro expression of the pleasure she’s giving herself. The way her eyes keep fluttering closed. How her lips have formed a tight circle as she tries to control her breathing. I can see the waves of pleasure roll across her face and it pushes my own orgasm closer. I watch as she can no longer keep her eyes open and her mouth drops open as she climaxes and I let my release come at the same time.
I have the best self-induced orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
Chapter twenty-eight
Aubrey
Iwakeupthenext morning and Emmett’s still sound asleep in bed next to me. The memories of everything we did and everything I experienced last night come flooding in. The look in Emmett’s eyes as he told me to take off my pants. The raw, gritty need. The hunger I saw there. The hunger forme.
The way my cheeks flushed at his soft demands. How the waves of pleasure rolled over me as Emmett made the sexiest noises from experiencing his own pleasure.
When I could finally open my eyes again and see clearly, Emmett was using a towel to wipe at himself and I had a strange urge to go to him and lick him clean. I know what oral sex is. I remember reading about it in the romance novel that Mom threw in the trash. I’m still a little mad I had to pay the library for that book and I didn’t even get to finish reading it.
Honestly, when I read the details in the book about oral sex, I was a little weirded out. But last night, seeing Emmett’s hard on, I think my opinion may have changed. Being with him, without actually being with him, has awakened something in me that I didn’t even know was there. He not only helped me make myself feel things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling, he made me feel safe the entire time.
When he was done cleaning himself, he changed into a pair of sweatpants and slipped one of his shirts on me before climbing into bed. He pulled my back against his chest, and we snuggled and whispered until we fell asleep. He kept his hand splayed on my stomach, but on top of the shirt. He occasionally kissed the back of my head and my neck, but it was sweet. Almost innocent. It was perfect.
Staring at him now, asleep in bed next to me, my emotions are all over the place. I feel a primal desire for him, but also feel a warm ache in my heart. I laugh lightly at the fact that just a few months ago he was like a fly I couldn’t get rid of, irritating.
My laugh causes him to stir and his eyes flutter open.
“Good morning gorgeous,” he mumbles, his voice still sleepy.
He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. I bury my face in his chest and he kisses the top of my head.
“Big day today,” I say into his chest.
Today’s his first football game back since his doctor cleared him to play again. It’s a home game against one of their biggest rivals and even though he won’t admit it, I know he’s nervous.
“You’re coming to the game, right?”
I snuggle into him more, tangling my legs with his. For a brief moment, I give myself a little mental recognition on how far I’ve come with being comfortable touching Emmett. Although, he makes it so easy because he’s Emmett.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I tell him.
“Do you want me to leave you my car?”
“No. Taylor and Madison are picking me up.”
Emmett groans and sits up, getting out of bed.
“What?” I ask.
