Page 53 of Silk and Steel

COLE

Emory’s taste lingers on my tongue as she crouches on her knees. Her perfect blue eyes reflect my own desire back at me. I reach out and caress her cheek with the palm of my hand.

She turns her face into my hand. Her soft lips kiss the palm before her lithe pink tongue dances across my skin. She’s so beautiful. I can’t believe the universe has permitted a sea dog like me to touch the hem of her gown, let alone be intimate with her.

She reaches out and grabs my cock with a firm grip. A tingle passes over my skin, becoming a deep throb as her hand grows busy. I’m a man who likes to be in control. But right now, I’ve got no control. I’ve fallen into the vortex that is Emory. And I’m not sure I want to escape.

Her touch is magic. I’m not used to being handled so well.

Then Emory leans in and her hot breath falls over my pulsing member. Her eyes open wide, looking me right in the face while her mouth opens even wider. Enveloped by her loquacious warmth, I find a bliss I hadn't known existed.

She licks and sucks, and my eyes squeeze shut as the ecstasy overwhelms my senses. I can’t remember when it’s been this good. Maybe never. No, definitely never. Every move she makes is perfect. My cock is hard as steel and blood is pounding fit to burst my veins apart.

It won’t be long, now. My body strains taut as a bowstring as the tension builds and grows. I reach out and tap her on the back of the head.

“I’m ready,” I gasp through gritted teeth.

I wanted to give her a chance. But she doesn’t stop. Relentless, she uses all of her tricks to drive me over the edge. She moans around my cock, causing vibrations that just about kill me. My eyes water and my knees turn weak as I release inside of her. Emory slowly pulls away from me until our eyes meet.

I take her hand and gently pull until she rises to stand, naked perfection pressed against me. The softness of her chest against me is nothing short of a miracle. I take her lips again, drawing her into my embrace.

We come up for air, our gazes meeting again. She yelps when I suddenly sweep her off her feet, cradling her against my chest.

Emory laughs, throwing her arms around my neck when I carry her toward the stairs. She kisses my cheek and rubs herself against me like a cat.

I intend to carry her to her bedroom where I’ve been staying, but she grabs the doorjamb outside the guest room.

“No, in here. My bed is better.”

“All right.”

I carry her into the bedroom and settle onto the bed with her in my lap. We kiss, and my body pleads with me to take more than just her lips. Emory squirms around in my lap until she straddles my thighs. Her tittering laughter belies the smoldering look in her eyes.

Emory puts her hands behind her head, those perfect blue eyes never wavering from my own. Her hips thrust forward in a series of twerks. Blood surges, pumping through my body and lighting my nerves on fire.

“How do you like my moves?” she teases. She’s like every hot, fervid dream I ever had come to life.

“Let me show you,” I reply.

With a growl, I spin her around and plant her on the bed beneath me. Emory gasps, her eyes wide and shining. Her body relaxes beneath me, her hands gliding up my tattooed arms. The feel of her electric touch sends ripples pulsing up to my brain.

I sink down, tasting her lips once more. Emory arches her body, meeting my kiss. I explore her mouth, luxuriating in the softness of her lips. My breathing comes faster and faster. My engine is roaring, and the heat draws sweat from both our glistening bodies.

I lift my hips, positioning my body over her own. Emory spreads her legs with a wicked smile and I can’t wait any longer. Pushing my steel cock up against her silky entrance, I glide into her, eyes squeezing shut at the sublime pleasure of being with her like this for the first time.

“Fuck, Emory you feel so good.”

She moans and wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me into her.

Our bodies intertwine in search of the intimate sublime. I take a moment to savor the sensations as I glide ever deeper inside. It’s like we were made for each other, as crazy as it seems. Her looking like a barbie doll, and me a tattooed sailor with more issues than Rolling Stone.

But somehow it works.

I rock my hips, moving in concert with her body. Right now, it feels like we’re one soul that happens to be in two bodies. It’s just like on the dance floor, only better. We’re inperfect harmony, perfect synch. There’s no struggle, no awkward fumbling or groping about. Just a well-choreographed dance of epic passion.

Emory falls back onto the bed, her eyes closed but her mouth wide open. Her cacophony of soft moans and cries grow louder, more urgent. I thrust harder, struggling not to release. Not until I’ve made sure she gets there first.

Her pussy clenches and clutches me with sudden, increased vigor. She’s giving me permission to let loose. I release at last, my head growing light as pleasure ripples through every nerve.

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