Page 71 of Make It Without You

“Hold on,” I don’t answer her confused expression as I swim us over to the shallow end of the pool and walk us to a cabana.

I set her on the cushion next to me and pull a leg across my lap.

“I haven’t dated anyone since my divorce,” I confess.

She rears her head back. “No one? So you’ve been…”

“I didn’t say that,” I try and fail to hide my smile but it still manages to slip out. “But it’s been about two years since the last.”

“What a pair we are.” Emily muses.

I lift an eyebrow and she nods at my silent question.

“As for how we tell Dylan, maybe I should do it first? I don’t know any other way to do it.”

When I started dating I never thought it would be with his former teacher. So trying to explain to a six-year-old that I’m dating his teacher is a conversation I’m not exactly looking forward to.

“Hey,” she moves closer and slides her hand into my hair. I wait a breath and look over at her. “We don’t have to decide right away. But if I do remember, you said once I was done with school everyone would know I’m yours. So maybe we just play it by ear before flaunting all over the city.”

Nodding my head absentmindedly I focus on her calling us a ‘we’ and decide that Emily is right. I need to ease Dylan into my dating again. He barely knows his Mom, and I’m wary that any woman I bring around he’ll get overly attached to her.

“Deal. And where does this put us?”

Emily gets up and straddles my lap. “Well, first we get to know each other a lot better. You know? See if we’re absolutely compatible.” She tugs on my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck.

My hands slide up her toned thighs and roughly grip her waist, “What else?” My voice comes out like I swallowed a bag of sand and my heart thuds so hard in my chest I fear she can feel the effect she has on me.

Her tongue trails a path from the hollow of my neck, ending her ascent by dipping her tongue in my ear and I can’t stop the shivers that roll through my body. “We both end our dry spell over and over.”

I move before I can overthink, I flip our positions and lay her on the chaise lounge. Fusing my mouth to hers, her legs wrap around my waist and I grab one, pulling it higher around my waist and grinding my cock into her heat. The moan she lets out is music to my ears. My tongue traces the seam of her lipsbegging for entrance. She opens easily and yep, the moan that comes from her when our tongues tangle is a sound I want to hear on repeat forever.

My hips push into her center and she breaks the kiss to let in a ragged breath. I take advantage of trailing my lips down her body and press open-mouth kisses to her clavicle and the tops of her breasts. Her hands weave through my hair as I worship her body with my mouth.

I trail my hands down her body, feeling the goosebumps pebble her skin. My hands stop at the waistband of her bottoms and I wait for her permission.

“Yes.” She breathes out.

Leaning on one arm, I pull her bottoms down and off her body leaving her exposed in the afternoon light. I trace the divots of her stomach with my fingertips and create an invisible path to where she’s bare for me. Our mouths connect again right as her legs fall open and her chest heaves as I trace everywhere but the spot she wants me at most.

She rips her mouth from mine to protest but is cut off when I circle her clit with my finger and dip into her opening. My tongue enters her mouth at the same speed as my finger pushes in slowly to her channel. I swallow down her moans as I collect her juices on my finger and pull out to play with her clit.

Her hand slides up to tangle in my hair. Pulling on the strands when I find that spot that makes her moan. The sound of her moan has me grinding on her leg to alleviate the pressure.

Adding a second finger, the whimper she makes almost has me coming on the spot. I groan into her mouth and our tongues slide together in a sensual dance that makes me lose my mind. Her hips lift to meet my fingers and I feel her walls tightening, a sign that she’s getting closer.

“I feel your pussy clenching around my fingers,” I pant heavily against her lips. “Sucking them in. Not letting me move. Does my girl need to come?”

Emily’s whine travels up her throat. “Yes. God yes.”

“Fingers or tongue?”

“Both. Tongue.” She makes a point to push me off and down her body.

I throw her legs over my shoulders, making it a point to wrap my arms around her thighs and open her up to me. Her pussy is glistening with her arousal and her scent is enough to drive me to insanity.

Taking a swipe through her opening has me swearing as I taste her for the first time. The quiver and moan that Emily releases is my go-ahead sign. My tongue plunges into her opening, drinking up her essence as the sound of her pants and moans only grow louder. I rub her clit with my thumb and she pushes her pussy into my face, as if I need more convincing to eat her like a man starved.

“Adam, more,” she pleads as she squirms under the assault of my tongue and fingers.

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