Page 80 of A Little Bit Extra

“I don’t know.” I roll over onto my back and look up at the ceiling. To ease my mind, I pause and take a deep breath. “I want to think that he’d be proud of me, you know?” I roll back over to face Cassie. “I’ve actually found my own thing and I love it. I love writing. I love acting too, but it’s not the same. Acting has always felt like something I had to do because of my dad. That because it was his thing, I had to follow in his footsteps. When I met other writers at a young age, they inspired me to write my first script. It was terrible, but I didn’t expect to love it so much.”

“Why do you love writing?” Cassie asks. Not in a judgemental way, but because she’s curious.

“Writing started as my escape. I found freedom in writing. I got lost writing about these fictional characters and I could step into their shoes and pretend to be them. Even if it was for a little while, I didn’t have to be Emmett, son of a famous Hollywood actor. I think it helped me heal from whatever fucked up childhood I lacked.”

“I get that. Well, I don’t know how Saturday will go, but we can’t control that. All we can control is right now, the present.”

I don’t have time to respond before Cassie pushes me onto my back and straddles me.

She leans and places her lips on mine. I grab her hips and kiss her back with passion and intention. Cassie’s hands trail my arms until they wrap behind my head.

Her head leans to the side, begging for our kiss to deepen. I answer by shoving my tongue in her mouth, tracing and memorizing.

Cassie moves her hips forward and backward, rocking on my now-hard cock. A small moan escapes her lips, and my hands tighten on her hips in response. I want more.

She must want more too because she breaks apart our kiss and scoots off my lap. Her hands reach for the band of my pants and she pulls. I lift my butt up with enough room for her to slide my pants and underwear down. She stops once my cock springs free from my underwear, grabbing it with her right hand. Gradually, her hand moves up and down, the rhythm matching the beat of my racing heart.

I lean my head back, resting it for a moment on the headboard. A sharp exhale escapes my lips as her tongue traces the head, sending shivers down my spine. Little circles, enough to drive me insane. I’m about ready to tell her I need more when she takes more of my length into her mouth.

I lean forward, stretching my arm to grab her head, begging her to move faster. Cassie's touch becomes more intense as she massages my balls with her left hand while engulfing me. I let out a soft moan, unable to contain my pleasure.

“Cassie,” I say. I need her to stop before I come in her mouth.

She looks up at me with only her eyes, my cock still in her mouth.

“My turn.”

With one last downward and upward motion, she lets go of my cock. With a gentle tug on her hands, I pull her toward me, positioning myself beneath her. I reposition us so that I'm the one on top. Using my hands, I trail her body and lower her pants to her ankles. She reaches to grab the bottom hem of her shirt, pulls it up over her head, and throws it on the ground.

My hands instinctively reach up, tracing the curves of her hips, moving upwards toward her chest, and gliding back down. Cassie reaches toward me to grab the bottom hem of my shirt and tugs upwards, so I help her by taking it off.

“Tell me what you want,” I whisper into her ear.

“You,” she whispers back.

I glide down her body, positioning myself near her legs. Placing one hand on both knees, I put a little bit of pressure on them to get her to open up. I hook my hands around her knees and pull her forward so she’s in the middle of the bed, giving me more access to her pussy.

I lean and place soft kisses in the sensitive area between her thighs, shifting sides until I settle between her legs. Cassie's right hand rests gently on her breast, while her other hand tangles in my hair. I use my tongue to pleasure her, her hips arching in response to the sensations. With each moan, her voice trembles, and my name escapes her lips in a soft whimper. I slide one finger inside, followed by another, causing her breath to grow heavier in response.

“Come for me, baby,” I say and return my mouth to her. Following the rhythm of her breaths, I pick up my pace and observe her slowly unraveling. Her hand gets caught in my hair and tugs on it gently. My pace slows and her breath gradually returns to a steady rhythm. I lean up and press my lips against hers, the softness and warmth anchoring me. The night is just getting started.

I lean over to grab a condom from the nightstand. Cassie takes it from me, opens it, and slides it down my length.

“I need to be inside you,” I groan.

Cassie scoots back toward the headboard, laying on her back, waiting patiently.

I press my hand to the outside of her left leg, applying pressure to get her to turn over. “Flip over, Sass.”

“So demanding.” She wiggles her eyebrows, teasing me, but she rolls over. She lifts onto her knees, her chest still laying on the bed.

I position the tip where she needs it most and slowly push into her, the sound of our breaths interwoven like threads. No matter how hard I try to maintain a slow pace, she presses against me, provoking me to pick up speed. My left hand explores her body, while the other finds its place on her slit, responding to the ebb and flow of her breaths.

“Emmett,” Cassie sighs, her voice filled with both fatigue and relief.

When we finish, we take the time to clean up before snuggling back into bed, intertwining in each other's embrace.

“You know, I never thought I could have something like this,” I say to her, my head propped up on my arm, my elbow resting on the mattress. Cassie is laying on her back, her head tilted in my direction.

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