Page 123 of Engulfing Emma

He draws in a sharp breath when I grab his penis. I run my hand along his hard shaft in long, slow strokes, then I dip my head and take him in my mouth.

“Jesus,” he exclaims as I work my tongue around him.

His hips do a lot of the work for me as he pushes himself in and out of my mouth. His grip on my breasts becomes firmer. More barbaric.

“God, Emma,” he says, pulling out of my mouth before he lays me back on the bed and crawls up my body, taking my panties off along the way. “I want that, but right now, I need to be inside you.”

We lock eyes as he glides inside me. Oh, the feeling. Was it always this good with him, or does being a couple somehow make it better?

“You feel incredible,” he says in my ear. “I’m going to make you come like this. Then later, I’m going to lick you exactly how you like it. I know every part of your body like the back of my hand. I know you love me to suck on your clit and run my tongue around it in little circles.” He reaches between us and pinches one of my nipples. “I know you like it when I do this. You squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy when I do it.”

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he grabs one of my legs and puts it on his shoulder. Then he reaches beneath me and touches the pucker of my ass. “I know you love it when I sink my finger inside you right here.” He pushes his finger in, and I moan in pleasure. “I want every part of you, Emma. And tonight, I’m going to have it.”

The feel of his finger inside me, and the promise of what else he has in store, has me biting my lip so I don’t yell when I come harder than he’s ever made me come. I can’t even think about the fact that this is just round one.

He lets himself go right after I do, bracing himself on the bed while he rides out his orgasm. He collapses on me, sweaty and satiated.

“Holy shit,” he says, pulling out and rolling to my side.

“You can say that again.” I lean my head into the pillow enjoying the post-coital bliss.

“Emma?” he says, his voice laced with concern.

I open my eyes and look at him. “What is it?”

“I, uh … Shit, I didn’t use a condom. I’m so sorry. I never expected to get so caught up that I’d forget. I—”

I put my finger to his lips. “It’s okay, Brett. I’m on the pill. And I’ve never gone without using a condom. Not since I was fifteen anyway.”

“Me either,” he says, relieved. “I mean, I didn’t with Amanda, but like I told you, I haven’t been with anyone but you since her.” He sits up. “You really aren’t mad?”

“I’m really not mad.”

A broad smile crosses his face. “Well, then, give me a few minutes to recharge, and we’ll go again.”

I don’t need a few minutes, I’m ready to go again now. But I don’t tell him that, because lying next to him is almost as good as having him inside me.

I look at the mirror on his wall. “I’m going to miss you leaving messages on my mirror.”

“You are?”

I nod.

“Do you have any lipstick with you?”

“In my purse,” I say, pointing to where I dropped it by his bedroom door.

He gets out of bed and retrieves it, giving it to me so I can find the lipstick. I hold it out to him. “You’re going to leave yourself a message?” I say laughing.

“Not exactly.” He straddles me and removes the top of the lipstick, then writes something on my chest as I squirm beneath him.

I can’t see what he wrote. “What does it say?”

He sits me up so I can see myself in his mirror. My heart grows when I read it.

MINE

Chapter Thirty-three

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