Page 50 of Engulfing Emma

“Where’s your bedroom, Emma?” he whispers into my ear.

“Up,” is all I can manage to say.

He lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist, not losing contact between me and his erection. He only stops kissing me to make sure we don’t fall as he carries me up the stairs.

“On the left,” I say, hoping I didn’t leave any dirty clothes on the floor this morning. Not that I really care at this point. And not that he’d notice.

He lays me down on the bed and crawls on top of me, maintaining contact with my skin. It’s almost as if he knows if he gives me time to think about this, I’ll stop.I should stop.

But before I can push him away, his mouth is on my breast. Then his tongue is on my nipple. Wet heat floods through me, and I buck my hips into him.

He sucks and licks and teases my nipple as his finger traces a line under the waistband of my jeans. I play with his hair again, pressing his head to my chest. Then my hands travel down the back of his shirt. Needing to feel his skin, I lift his shirt and explore the taut muscles of his back.

He breaks the seal on my breast, sitting up and straddling me as he removes his shirt. We’re both naked from the waist up. And we stare at each other unabashedly.

He’s gorgeous. His tattoos travel all the way up his arm and over the top part of his left shoulder and chest.Oh my.

“You’re beautiful, Emma,” he says, grinding into me. He grasps the button of my pants. “I’d very much like to see the rest of you.”

I close my eyes and bite my lower lip.I should stop.

His weight shifts off me and I feel his breath on my ear. “Don’t overthink this,” he whispers as he unbuttons my pants and slips a hand beneath my panties. He groans when his finger glides through my wetness. “Christ, I want you.”

His words bounce around in my head.He wants me. It’s not like I haven’t been with men before. I have. As recently as a month ago. But no one has made me feel like this. And none of them have said those words to me. Is it the words, I wonder, or is it Brett?

I rub his erection through his jeans as he slips a finger inside me. As we manipulate each other, I feel the coils tightening in my belly.

The sense of loss I feel when he pulls his hand away is almost laughable. I think a whine may have escaped my mouth, and he chuckles as he quickly removes our shoes and the rest of our clothing.

The sun shines through the window as we lie gloriously naked next to each other. He caresses the curve of my hip as his eyes drink me in. He only utters a single word after his visual assault of my body.

“Wow.”

His penis stands at full attention. I reach out and run my fingers along the shaft, teasing him before wrapping my hand around him. He inhales sharply. He’s trying to control his breathing, and I wonder if he’s trying not to come. I’ve only had my hand on him for ten seconds, but I feel as though he might. How long has it been since he was with a woman?

He bites his lip and makes a noise. “Not yet,” he says, pushing my hand away before crawling down my body until his mouth is between my legs.

NowI’mthe one biting my lip and making noises.Oh my God.

His tongue is on my clit, circling it before sucking it into his mouth. His fingers work inside me until they find that one spot that has me moaning in pleasure.

He lifts his head briefly. “That’s it, Emma. I’m going to make you come. Jesus, you taste good.”

Nobody’s ever told me they are going to make me come. He’s watching me. I’m watching him. Right here in the daylight, naked in my bed, I’m watching him go down on me. I’ve never seen anything so erotic.

When it gets so intense that I can’t watch anymore, my head falls back against the pillow and I grab the sheets, fisting them as he takes me higher and higher.

He moves one of my legs to the side, holding it there. I can’t tighten my thighs around him, and it heightens the pleasure. I’m wound so tightly, I’m going to explode. And then I do.

“Oh, Brett!” I shout as my orgasm crashes down around me. I spasm as he works to draw out every last quiver.

I blow out a few deep breaths and then open my eyes. He’s smiling at me with shimmering lips.

“Top drawer,” I say breathily.

He reaches over and grabs a condom. He quickly sheathes himself, and before I have time to recover from my climax, he’s pushing inside me.

“Damn, this feels good,” he says, starting out slowly, then increasing his pace.

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