Page 42 of That Emerald Vow

“Do you want the truth? Or are we still pretending?” I can feel his hand scrunch my shirt behind me.I fucking knew it.He knew the other day was bullshit.

“I want the . . .” I bite my lower lip so hard, it hurts.No.I can’t keep lying even if I am scared. “I want the truth.”

“I can’t stop thinking about kissing you,” he groans. “About how good you taste.”

I instantly drop my lower lip as my mouth gapes open. “Then why don’t you? We’re both consenting adults.”

He pushes my face gently with the hand on my cheek, so we’re both looking at each other. Damon leans closer so our mouths are a breath away before he moves to the side and places his lips near my ear. “Because when I kiss you, little gem, you’ll be begging for more. It won’t be like our fake diner kiss—although that was amazing. This isn’t a one-time thing for me.” He pauses as heat floods through me, desire mixing with my fear of how real this could be. “And fuck, it scares me too because I, like you, am not used to real feelings. But fuck if I don’t think about you all the time and want to give this a real chance.”

“Day . . .” I pant out.

He moves his lips to my cheek, placing a kiss, leaving me wanting more. “When we do this, it will be when you’re ready. And I promise that all that need building up within you will be something I take care of in full.” His voice is an absolutely raspy mess by the time he finishes.

“But . . . but I need . . .”

His eyes are feral, shaking the resolve he’s trying to keep. “I have an idea, if you’re willing to trust me.”

The need between my legs becoming unbearable makes me nod my head vigorously. “Yes,” I almost beg.

He takes me by the hand and guides me through the door we just left from. We walk up the stairs to the arcade floor and into the single person bathroom. Once inside, he locks the doors and turns to face me. “I’m keeping my promise, baby. I won’t be touching you right now, not when you’re not ready. But I want you to feel some relief.”

“Day, why can’t—” I try to say.

“Because I told you, I want this to be real and not just in the heat of the moment. It’s something I’ll earn, and I haven’t done that yet. Now pull those pants off,” he growls. Fuck if that sound doesn’t just make me undone.

I nod and quickly pull my pants down.

“Panties too,” he rasps. If there is one thing that I am confident in, it’s my body. I love how much he seems to be enjoying the show as his eyes trail my curves.

I do as he says as I sneak a glance at him. Just as I thought, his rock hard cock is pressing against his pants. “You too,” I demand. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing this together.”

The left part of Damon’s lips quiver in a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

Once we’re both partially naked, we dare the other to proceed. “Your pussy looks just as decadent as I imagined.”

“You’ve imagined it, huh?” I tease, as my hand twitches to touch between folds, making his eyes flick over to it.

His dimples emerge before he continues, “You like that? The thought of me imagining all the dirty things I want to do to you?” I nod as my lips part, my chest visibly rising up and down with how fast-paced mybreaths are. “I want you to touch yourself with those thoughts,” he says as he starts stroking along his length.God, how much I want that to be me touching him.He is so massive that I get wetter just looking at him stroking.

I bring my hand down to my clit where it’s met with my need, coating my fingers instantly. Moaning out at the initial contact, I make gentle circles with my two fingers.

“You make me so fucking hard doing that, gem,” he moans out himself as he quickens his pace. “God, I can’t wait to taste you. I’m confident it’ll be as sweet as you smell. Peaches,” he rasps.

“Slow down, Day,” I ask. “I want to savor this.”

He listens to my command but gives one of his own, “Okay. But I want you to fill yourself with those luscious fingers and pretend like it’s me who’s filling that hole.”If only.But unfortunately, we’re both standing a few feet away from each other. Ignoring the thought, I focus on his words and use my imagination to fill in the blanks of what I wish was happening.

My eyes widen, and something deep in my core constricts in ecstasy. I oblige immediately, moving two fingers in easily with how wet I am.

“That’s it, baby. In and out. Just like that. Like you’re riding me,” he moans.

“Fuck, Damon! I’m gonna come,” I scream out as I plunge in and out faster and faster—adding in my other hand to play with my clit.

“One second, gem. I’m so close.”

Without a single hand connecting with each other, we touch ourselves into oblivion until we’re both moaning out. This almost feels more intimate than sex would have been. Him allowing me release while also maintaining my boundaries just earned him another piece of my heart. Pretty soon, he’ll be reigning over it.

I think about what I said the other day, about this being a “not now,”not a “not ever.” However, I think the journey to us being real started the day I met him. My trust in him and his intentions just grow each time I’m with him.

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