Page 40 of No Sweet Goodbyes

“Come for me, Emma.” The order comes broken and gasping, and she moves her hand down to her core.

When she touches herself, I watch as fire lights her eyes and she implodes around me. I expect a scream and thrashing. Not Emma. She pauses, her muscles contracting, and her eyes lock on mine with her mouth open in a silent scream.

“Finally,” I gasp and let go, taking everything that she gives and giving it back to her twofold.

When I kiss her, Emma wraps her arms around my neck and smiles.

“Next time,” she says against my lips. “We should do that in a bed.”

“Next time?” I smile down at her. “I’m not done with you yet.” Still fully seated inside her body, I pick her up and walk through my house.

Every step has her body clenching around mine, and it’s enough to drive me insane. But I have a mission, and I’m not going to be happy until I get her into my bed.

“Oh God.” Emma moans as I feel the pressure in her body building again. We haven’t even made it to the bedroom yet and she bites down on my shoulder.

Pausing in the hall, I press her back against the wall and thrust deeper, letting her pleasure set the pace for what comes next.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she orders.

“Yes, ma’am.”

One.

Two.

Three.

Counting the seconds helps me focus on the task at hand.

Every heartbeat is one step closer to claiming her, finally.

“I’m close.” The words are nothing more than a grunt at this point, because all of my brain power is trying to keep me on my feet while I’m surrounded by the perfection that makes up her body.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Pulling us away from the wall, my entire being is screaming in delicious agony. I never want this moment to stop.

“Don’t stop, Dom.” She’s gasping for air but her body is writhing, demanding more.

Just a few more steps, and I set her gently on the edge of my bed, while both of us groan at the lack of contact between our bodies.

“Hurry.” She grabs at my body and I’m there with her, needing to touch her.

I don’t know whose hand it is on my cock, hers or mine. But one of us lines me up against her entrance and in the next moment, I’m sliding home.

Emma’s legs are around my waist again, setting the rhythm for me to follow. And I’m only too happy to follow her lead, taking every ounce of her pleasure for my own.

This time, as her body tightens around mine, there’s no chance in hell that I’m going to stop the building pressure taking over my body as well as hers.

I don’t remember coming down, but I have Emma wrapped in my arms and her lips against my neck.

“That was perfect,” she murmurs.

“Mm-hmm,” I agree. “Next time, I’m going to tie you up and make you come with my mouth.”

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