Page 70 of Engulfing Emma

“No,” she says breathily.

I slip the tip of my pinky into her ass. She resists at first, but then she relaxes, and my finger goes farther inside. It’s soft and smooth and tight and not anything like how I thought it would feel. My balls tighten as she moans loudly and pushes herself onto my cock even more. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming.Not yet. Not fucking yet.

“Brett, oh, God!”

She pulls a pillow to her mouth and I hear her muffled screams as her insides squeeze my cock and my finger at the same time. She pulsates around me so explosively that I come harder than I’ve ever come before.

“Unnnnnngh!” I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming.

I pull my finger out of her and brace myself against the mattress, riding out the last of my orgasm. I stand here, breathing heavily as I go soft inside her.

She glances at the door. “I hope we weren’t too loud.”

“Well,Iwasn’t,” I joke.

She rises onto her elbows and looks at the place where we’re still joined. “Are you going to stay there all day?”

I look at the clock. It’s 11:59. “The day is over in about one minute, so yeah, that’s the plan.”

She pulls her nightgown down to cover her C-section scar.

“You don’t have to cover up,” I say. “I’ve seen and felteverypart of you. And it’s all beautiful.”

Her cheeks flush.

It turns midnight, and I pull out of her and remove the condom before lying down at her side. “How come you had to have a C-section?”

“I’m not one for pillow talk, Brett.”

I lean on an elbow. “Are you seriously kicking me out again?”

She gets up and tightens her robe.

I sit on the edge of the mattress. “Can I at least use your bathroom first?”

“Of course.”

After I wash up, I leave a message for her on the mirror using her makeup, knowing this is her private bathroom.

“Are you almost done?” she says quietly but impatiently on the other side of the door.

I open it. “You know I’ve made it my life’s mission to stay in your bed for longer than ten minutes after we have sex.”

“What makes you think we’re having sex again?” she says.

“You’re kidding right?” I motion to the bed. “After what just happened? Wehaveto have more sex. We owe it to sex to keep having it. Sex would be disappointed if we stopped.”

She tries to hold in a laugh. “Goodnight, Lieutenant.” She steps into the hall, looks at her mom’s door and then down the stairs. “Lock—”

“The door on my way out,” I whisper, pulling her into my arms. “I know the drill.” I kiss her. I kiss her long and hard. “Kissing would be disappointed too.”

She offers me an uneven smile and retreats into her bedroom.

I quietly make my way downstairs, cringing when I hit the squeaky step. I make it all the way to the bottom, across the foyer, and I’m about to open the door when Evie says, “Peanut butter chocolate chip cookie?”

She holds out a cookie. In the background, the kitchen light illuminates the hallway.

I look back up the stairs.

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