Page 203 of Sin With Me

When she’d set the toothbrush aside on the nook shelf, I took one step toward her, cupped the beautiful face that I missed in my palms, and kissed her. Her hands flopped down to her sides at first, but then reached to my arms and held them there. I parted her lips with my tongue, meandering through her mouth as if I had to get to know her all over again. She moaned inside of me, accepting my need to taste her and feelher.

Finally pulling away from Emma, I reached for a sponge, lathered it, and began washing her shoulders. She leaned her head to the side, and I pulled along the crook of her neck. She gasped as I drew the suds over the top of her cleavage to the other side, and I couldn’t help but notice that her breasts were lifting and her nipples bunchingup.

I smiled at the sight that I still had the same effect on her. Feeling myself harden, I pulled my soaped hand underneath her breast, washing around it before lowering it down to her belly. She just stood there, eyes closed, water cascading down her body as if she were washing off every ounce of worry and doubt she must have felt during the lastweek.

“Turn around,” I whispered.

She swiveled on her feet. I washed her back in long strokes. Her head lolled forward as she rested her frame on her hands against the wall, and I fought with everything I had not to just take her in my arms and hold her. I wanted to make her pain go away, but I didn’t know how to do that. Pulling the sponge over her perfectly tight ass, I remembered each time it tensed as I took her. I was completely hard by now, and all I could think about was thrusting deep inside her, burying myself there from tip toroot.

Fuck!My cock strained underneath my soaked pants. When I drew my hand along her crack and down to between her legs, she let out an exasperated breath, arching her lower back and tilting her ass higher, offering herself forme.

I leaned into her ear, stepping closer, and whispered. “Did you miss me, Emma?” My voice was ragged.

“You’re not playing fair.” She objected with her words, but her body told me something completely different. I reached around her front, going over her mound with the sponge before I let it drop to the floor. My fingers parted her folds. Feeling her naked skin press against my wet clothes was too much. My other hand cupped her breast and I languorously rolled her nipple between my fingers, all the while gently washing her swelling pussy.

“I’m not playing at all. The question is simple. Did you missme?”

“Yes.” Her reply was heavy and full of need. Emma circled her hips, her taut ass grinding against my erection as she pressed herself harder into myhand.

I slid my finger inside her wetness, and her warm walls seized my digit, tightening around it. “I missed you like hell, Emma. I missed your lips, your tits, and your perfect ass and legs somuch.”

I thrust my hand harder between her legs, making her jump, hooking my finger slightly, massaging against that sensitive spot inside her before adding another finger.

“What are you doing here?” I wasn’t sure how she was able to form a coherent question, writhing so feverishly againstme.

“Isn’t it obvious? I came to get what’s mine. I came to show you who you belong to so that no other fucking man ever lays his hand on you again.”

“I was just dancing.” She leaned her head back against my shoulder, resting her body completely on me. My face was right in the nook of her neck as I kissed her shoulder and watched her respond as I pulled on her pebbled nipple with my freehand.

“The guy was ready to flip you on your back.” I lifted my thumb higher, gently skimming over her clit, teasing her, wanting her to only have me in her thoughts. “Is that what you want, Emma? Some kid who doesn’t know what your body needs or someone who can nourish your” – I thrust my fingers harder into her – “every” – and did it again, pinching her nipple – “sense?”

“Ahh!” Pleasure flowed on her lips, yet she still found the strength to test me. “What if I wanted to be flipped?”

I could feel her mouth pull up in a smile against my cheek. She was toying with me, but I wouldn’t back down now. I had to make sure she understood how I felt about her being the object of affection for any other man. I had come to reclaim what was mine, and I wouldn’t leave unless Emma came withme.

I pulled my hand out from between her thighs and turned her around with force. Emma’s back hit the glass wall behindher.

She gasped.

I unbuckled my belt. Its clang echoed as it hit the glassdoor.

“What are you doing?” With her gaze resting on my erection, she licked her lips. They were so beautiful.

“Getting rid of my wet clothes.”

I removed my jeans, my boxers, socks, and shirt, pushing them along the marble floor to the corner of the shower with my foot. Emma hadn’t moved from between me and the wall, breathing heavily.

“And I’m going to show you that we’re meant for each other. That we’re a perfect fit in everyway.”

Her face sobered and her eyes tearedup.

I froze.

“You lied tome.”

I stepped forward, lowering my shoulders. “I’m sorry, baby. You have no idea how much I want to take that back.” I leaned my forehead againsthers.

“You hurt me,” she whispered.

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