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“It felt like a lifetime,” I tell her honestly.
The minute I set her down, my hands work over her body, removing the jacket I didn’t even realize she was wearing, then her long sleeve shirt and bra. I only stop my plan to have her completely bare to me when she starts reaching for my clothes too. Soon I have her leggings, socks, and thong on the floor too and I’m practically tackling her onto my bed.
She moans when my body comes down on top of hers, our lips meeting in a kiss that’s hungry with an edge of desperation that I know is all from me. Shivers work over my skin when shedrags her nails down my back, her hips jerking against me. I love when she does that, love the way her body wants me to take control of it.
Dragging my lips over her skin, biting, sucking and licking her everywhere like it's my job, my reason for being, drives me to the brink. She tastes so sweet, and I can smell her body wash from the shower she took. The thought that she got all clean just for me to dirty her up again forces a growl from my throat. I haven’t touched her, been this close to her in almost twenty-four hours and I’m like an addict looking for a hit. I pull back, my eyes dropping to her pink little pussy. I want her all over me, her juices sliding down my throat and covering my face.
Pushing back from her, I flip over on the bed and take her hand. “Up, sugar. I need you to sit on my face and ride my tongue.”
Emmarys’s face turns a lovely shade of pink and that blush spreads across her chest as well. It’s a beautiful sight, but not as good as when her toned legs straddle my head and I’m watching her from underneath her body. My cock practically weeps, pre-cum beading the tip and dropping onto my stomach. This. This is the image I want to die with in the front of my mind.
“I’ve never done this,” she admits, and there's a nervous edge to her voice while she blushes even harder.
That shouldn’t make me happy to hear; it wouldn’t matter but knowing that I’m the only one to see her this way both steals my breath and makes me harder at the same time.
“You don’t have to do anything, Em. Just enjoy my tongue and let me eat.”
She moans and her hands land on top of my headboard. My hands grip her thighs, holding her in place right above my face. She smells fucking divine. I drag my nose up her slit before parting her lips with my tongue. Her body jolts in my hands and her hips grind into my tongue. I have to hold back a smile when Irepeat the same motion, bottom to top, and this time my tongue laps at her hard little clit.
“Hawke!” She calls out my name into the empty room. Her legs start shaking while I do the same thing over and over, working her toward the edge of a release, but not letting her come yet.
“You’re so tight,” I groan, pumping one of my fingers into her, continuing to suck on her clit. She’s fucking soaked, the noises we’re making are becoming obscene and dirty. Her juices are dripping on my chin and coating my lips. Emmarys Lawson is the best thing I’ve ever tasted, hands down.
“Please, please, please,” she chants above me, her hips grinding down.
I laugh darkly and press kisses to her pussy lips. Her head tilts back. “I love when you beg me, Em. Do you want to come on my face?”
Her head nods frantically, and she bites her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Play with your tits, sweets. Pinch those pretty nipples and work yourself up,” I instruct her before diving back inside her. A couple strokes of my tongue against her clit, then one hard suck, has her coming apart above me.
“Yes, ah Hawke,” she moans, one of her hands reaching down to tug on my hair while the other grips my headboard. I let her writhe against my face, drinking her down until she stops shaking in my hold.
The second her body collapses, I’m helping her shimmy down my chest. Our gazes catch, and I watch as her eyes light up, realizing how fucking hard I am. She moves to straddle my hips, her soft hand grasping my cock. I grit my teeth at how good just her hand feels, before she’s lining up her pussy over me and pushing the head inside her. My eyelids are heavy, watching herwhile she starts sliding down. Once again, my hands land on her hips, helping her work my cock all the way inside her.
Emmarys sinks all the way down, taking every inch of me. I groan, using my hold on her to tip her hips forward, ensuring her clit is rubbed exactly how she likes it when she starts moving up and down.
“You feel so fucking good, Emma,” I murmur while fucking into her.
She smiles from the praise and increases her pace, riding me harder. Her hands land on my chest, her nails biting into my skin. I hiss behind my teeth, keeping up with her, letting her take control over the orgasm she’s chasing. She’s close, her breathing is coming in gasps and her pussy is tightening around my cock. I can’t take my eyes off of her raw beauty, the way strands of her hair are falling out of her messy bun, or of the emotion in eyes that I recognize because it matches the same one in my heart. It is another reminder that I can’t let her go. I won’t be able to let her walk out of this apartment in the morning without knowing she’ll be right back here the next night.
“Hawke,” she pants my name, and there’s a needy look on her face. I know what she needs. My hand slides down her leg so that my thumb can rub against her clit.
“Oh fuck.” Her head tilts back, her hands move to her full, heavy tits, her nipples beading into hard rosy points. I can feel her orgasm, the grip of her pussy walls clamping down on me, while she rides it out, eventually pulling my cum from me, emptying inside her.
We’re both panting when it's over, and Emmarys collapses onto my chest. I can feel her heart racing against mine while I drop a kiss on her forehead and the top of her hair. She stretches, her fingers running over my chest.
“That was —-”
“Perfect,” I finish for her, my arms tightening around her. “I can’t go another night without you here. I won’t.”
She giggles and props her chin on her hands on my chest. “That will be pretty hard with the team's away games.”
My hand brushes over her face, tucking her stray, wild hairs behind her ears. It's painful to even think about another night away. “We’ll worry about it when the time comes. I need a new plan is all I’m saying.”
“Hawke.” She rolls her eyes before moving off of me and getting off the bed. “You’re a stalker, you know that?”
I raise my brow at her, letting her know I don’t care about the label, and she narrows her eyes playfully at me in return before prancing off to my bathroom to clean up. I give her a few minutes to herself while my heart calms, letting myself soak in the knowledge that she’s here now and will be with me all night before getting up and following her in.
