Page 76 of Make It Without You

“Absolutely not.”

“You didn’t even look at me when you said that.”

Her eyes fly up to mine. “Sorry. I just really like ice cream.”

I scoop some out on a spoon and hold it out for her. “In that case, you get the first spoonful.”

“And they say chivalry is dead.” She muses.

I feed her a scoop and then me. Going back and forth until a single serving is left. We eye each other like we’ll fight for it. I scoop the last of the ice cream on the spoon and hold it out to Emily. She eyes me warily. But this, feeding her ice cream, has been a delicious game of foreplay. Her mouth wraps around the spoon and when she releases it, I place the empty carton andspoon on the table. Grabbing the back of her head, our lips meet with my tongue seeking entrance.

Emily matches my energy and pushes me back, moving until she’s straddling my lap. The movie is long forgotten as the cool from her tongue gives way the longer we kiss. Since I surprised her on her last day of school, we’ve been playing a game of cat and mouse. Wondering who will be the first to break.

It was me.

I was the first to break.

My hand slides up her back and tangles in her hair. Holding her to me as we breathe each other in. Her hands slide down my torso and land at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off, tossing it over her shoulder. She kisses me again before moving to my neck. Moving her body away from me as she slides down, paying attention to my nipples. Her tongue flicks the ring and my cock twitches against my thigh.

Her hand squeezes and rubs my cock through my sweatpants. I stop her before she gets any ideas.

“Baby. If my cock gets anywhere near your mouth I won’t recover.” I let her know as I pull her back up on the couch with me and kiss the frown on her forehead.

“You tell a girl you’ll claim her and then, nada.” Her breathing has deepened and her sole focus is on my mouth.

I quickly flip our positions. Laying her on the couch and settling between her thighs. My cock rubs her pussy through the barely there shorts I see she has on.

“God, that feels good.” Emily pants out as I rock into her core.

Her hands slide up my arms and wrap around my neck, pulling me down until our lips are a millimeter away. I wrap one of her legs higher up on my hip as my thrusts continue a steady rhythm. Erasing that millimeter of space I press my lips to hers.Our mutual groans of satisfaction when our tongues meet again is nothing short of spectacular.

My lips leave hers, trailing down her jaw to her neck. I run my hand down her torso and under my hoodie. Her stomach tenses as I run my hand up and grab a handful of her breast. Emily weaves her fingers through my hair as I trace a nipple.

Loving the sounds she makes as I roll her nipple between my thumb and middle finger.

Loving the look of pure ecstasy on her face as I keep up with my thrusts and the ministration of her nipple.

“Adam,” Emily whines out my name.

“Emily,” I taunt. I’m ready to burst, but I want to take this at her speed. Which at this point is nonexistent.

She pushes me back and whips the hoodie off her body. Emily doesn’t give me time to gawk before she pushes my shorts down my hips as far as my knees and the couch will allow.

I halt her progress and grab her hands in mine, putting them above her head. “Tell me what you want Emily.”

“I want you.” She states as she tries to break free from my hold.

Smirking, I flex my fingers around her wrist. “You have me. What else?”

“I want your cock.”

“It’s yours, baby.”

I lean down and press my lips to hers. Letting go of her hands, I pull her barely-there shorts down her legs and drop them on the floor. The smell of her arousal is a mind trip. She helps me pull my shorts off the rest of the way and then we’re both bare.

“Condom?” I remember to ask as the blood whooshes to my other head.

She shakes her head and my furrowed expression gives way to my confusion. “I have an IUD and I was tested at my last checkup.”

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