Page 51 of Take Hold of Me

Fixing her with a steady gaze, I instruct, “Let me see all of you.”

Her hands fall from my body to hers and she practically rips the dress over her hips, stripping her panties with it. Opening and closing my hand, I urge, “Give me your thong.”

She opens her mouth but only a moan comes out, and she deposits her dress on the floor, the black lacy underwear in my open palm. My fist covers the wet slip of fabric, which I rub over my underwear-covered cock before tossing it on top of my jeans. Ems is naked. Her perfect body is open to my gaze, my touch, my body. My breath catches in my throat as my conscience rears its ugly head.

Stop, Wills. What the fuck are you doing? You’ll only end up hurting her—or worse.

“Wills,” her breathy French accent cuts through the voices in my head, effectively silencing them. At least for now.

Wearing my shirt and briefs, I admire what’s being offered to me. “Scoot back.”

While she wriggles until her head is on the pillow, I grab condoms from my jeans’ pocket and toss them onto the bed. When she reaches her destination, wide-eyes meet mine. The green is so dark, they almost blend into the pupils. Placing a knee onto the mattress, I stalk upward until I reach her feet. I pull her ankles apart and continue my ascent.

Her lavender scent makes my mouth water. Stopping when I reach the headboard, I dip my head and kiss her lips. When she moans, I make my way down her body until I position myself where I’ve wanted to be for hours.

Days.

Years.

I lick her pussy where my fingers were on the hammock. Her hips shift under my ministrations, her head moving from side to side.

“Feel good?”

“So much.Mon Dieu.”

She’s speaking half in English, half in French. She’s half there. I lick her clit, run my teeth over the tight little bud. Her body tenses, telling me she’s near. Blowing a kiss onto her pussy, I renew my efforts, this time with my finger inside her. Her legs clamp around my head. Pulling back a fraction, I meet her eyes and put the flat of my tongue on her clit.

She screams, “I am coming!”

Her whole face transforms with her bliss, another snapshot I’ve never seen. She claws at the sheets as I curl my finger inside her wet tunnel and prolong her climax.

While she’s gasping for air, I shred my t-shirt in an effort to get it over my head. My briefs leave my body and I reach for a foil packet. I don’t let her recover her breath before I rip open the condom and roll it over my straining cock. Within seconds, I rub my tip over her pussy. Hot. Wet. Perfect. Just like her.

“I want to see your expression when I enter you the first time.”

Under me, she moans and holds my gaze as her hand encircles my cock, halting my progress. Her mouth forms a perfect circle while she strokes me, still poised at her opening. Once, twice, she pumps my condom-covered cock. The sensation drives me to distraction and I remove her hand. With one single stroke, I thrust into her tight body.

Ems bites her lip and closes her eyes as I hold myself still inside her, my body demanding to thrust. I resist, watching her, waiting to know she’s ready. Ricocheting through the room, my harsh breathing marks the time until her heavy lids open.

Grinning, she strokes my cheek. “Oh, Wills,” she says, rocking her hips into mine.

All of my restraint breaks over me in a tidal wave of passion. My lips crash down on hers as my hips thrust in and pull back. I work my hips in a circle and her head falls back, so I take her nipple instead. Our dance continues, sweat covering both of our bodies. Her breath comes in pants, her cheeks flush a pink that matches her nipples.

Her inner walls squeeze my cock, signaling she is almost ready to come for me again. I pump into her faster. “God, Ems. Yes.”

She falls apart under me, screaming my name. It’s the most beautiful sound on earth. I wrap my arms behind her back and hold her closer to me as I thrust one final time. My cock explodes within her, taking all of my breath with it. White-hot brilliance blazes before my dazed eyes and I collapse onto her, careful to place most of my weight onto my arms. We remain locked together, gasping for air.

Pulling back, I nudge wet hair away from her face. “That was” words fail me.

“Magnifique,” she supplies.

A smile dances on my lips and I tip my forehead to hers. For the first time in a long time, I’m at ease in my bones. All because of the angel in the bed.

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