Page 109 of A Touch of Fate

“I know my body might ruin things for me, but I don’t care. I need to make love to you. I need to feel something good. I need you, Emma.”

“Oh Samuel,” I whispered.

“And I’ll make sure you come, even if my cock fucks up.”

“I don’t care about coming. I want to be with you, that’s all.”

His lips crashed against mine once again. Our kiss banished the last doubt from my mind. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to get him naked. I never got enough of seeing Samuel naked. He was Adonis in human form, and he was all mine. Every glorious inch of him. Samuel dragged his shirt over his head, and my fingers mapped his skin as my eyes admired it. I tugged at the waistband of his pajama bottoms until they slid down his hips and pooled at his feet, revealing his half-erect cock. I took him in my hands and leaned forward, eager to pleasure him. Samuel let out a groan when his tip slid into my mouth. He regarded me through half-lidded eyes, but from the tight set of his shoulders, I could tell he was tense.

As I circled him with my tongue and cupped his balls, he grew harder immediately.

Samuel stroked my hair out of my face to get a better look. “This is about you, Emma, not me.”

“This is about us,” I corrected and sucked him slowly into my mouth until his tip hit the back of my throat. With my eyes on him, I let his cock glide out again, then sucked it back in. Samuel held my head as I pleasured him with my tongue and lips.

Samuel stepped back and grabbed my hips, then hoisted me up on the counter. He pushed up my nightgown and pulled my panties down my legs. It was damp with arousal. Samuel’s gaze was full of need and desire as he looked into my eyes. “Now it’s your turn. I’ll worship your gorgeous body until you beg me to stop.”

I bit my lip. “I doubt I can ever have enough of your touch. It’s my addiction.”

“The right kind of addiction,” Samuel growled.

I kissed Emma hard, grabbing her face with both hands. She tilted her head up eagerly.

I tugged down her strap and freed one perfect breast. I released her lips and moved lower so my lips could cup her nipple. She arched against me, and I sucked more of her breast into my mouth. My other hand massaged her hip, then stroked along her thigh. Emma was panting as I lavished her nipple with attention, and the scent of her arousal flooded my nose like an intoxicating perfume. I released Emma’s nipple and leaned back to get a better view as I slowly pushed her legs apart, revealing her glistening pussy. Emma exhaled with a look of anticipation on her face. I splayed my fingers across her inner thigh, spreading her even wider open for me. The sight of her opening, ready and eager for me, sent a new flood of blood into my cock. At least, that part of my body didn’t disappoint me today.

I ran my thumb over Emma’s opening and up over her silky lips, parting them as I did until I reached the slight swell of her clit. I focused my attention there, gently stroking up, spreading her wetness and coaxing her little button out withmy ministration. Emma leaned back on her palms, panting, her chest heaving. She bit her lip and swallowed.

I could tell she was trying to be quiet. “Are you worried my parents can hear us?” I rubbed her clit a little harder and faster. Her slickness made it easy for my finger to move.

She gave me a pleading look.

“Trust me, they’ll be happy to know you make me happy right now.”

I leaned closer, kissed her ear, then murmured, “How many do you want?”

She watched me through half-lidded eyes as my thumb brought her closer and closer to release.

“How many fingers do you want in your tight pussy, love?”

She shuddered, then breathed, “Three.”

“My insatiable kitten. Let’s hope you can take what you’re asking for.”

She bit her lip, her gaze pure sex. “Your cock is bigger than that, and I can handle him.”

I grinned. My thumb rubbed her clit harder as I stroked her opening with the fingers of my other hand. I slid in one finger. “One.” I pulled it out and pushed in two fingers. “Two.” Her lashes fluttered, her lips parted as she panted harder.

I pushed in three fingers, and Emma clenched around me, her eyes falling shut as she mounted the last bit to her climax.

“Good girl,” I praised her as she spasmed around my fingers that I curled as deeply in her pussy as I could while my thumb circled her engorged clit. Her fingers grabbed the edge of the marble counter as she whimpered and shuddered through her release. Arousal slicked my fingers. When she came down from her high, I pulled out my fingers.

“Now I need a taste.” Emma’s eyes slid open as I knelt and bent over her pussy. She grabbed my hair as if to stop me, but Ileaned forward until my tongue reached her opening. I dipped in for the first intense taste, groaning deeply as I did so.

Emma leaned back against the mirror, her head dipped back and her eyes closed. Her fingers against my head became slack, but her pussy twitched against my mouth, overstimulated but at the same time eager for what I was doing. I traced every inch of her pussy with my tongue, lapping up Emma’s sweetness. “This tastes better than any bourbon or whisky. I think I’ll simply have to eat you out whenever I feel the need for a drink.”

Emma let out a raw laugh, her eyes peeling open slowly. I smirked. Then I pushed up to my feet. Emma reached for my face and pulled me in for a kiss. I grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off the counter. After securing her legs around my waist, I carried her over to the bed.

I put her down and stretched out on top of her. My cock was pressed against her pussy, but I didn’t want to fuck her yet. I simply wanted to feel her, to kiss her. I cradled her head and kissed her deeply. Our eyes locked as we kissed, and my heart swelled at the look of tenderness in Emma’s gaze. I pulled back. “I love you. I know I don’t say it often, but I love you every second of the day. I’m glad you put up with my shit and are still by my side. I don’t want to imagine my life without you.”

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