Page 74 of Hate the One You're With
On the table, there’s a chilled bottle of champagne waiting in a silver ice bucket, with two fluted glasses beside it. And, as if that weren’t enough, there’s a plate of perfectly dipped chocolate-covered strawberries—each one looking more decadent than the last.
Emmersyn’s eyes light up as she takes it all in, her lips curving into a smile of pure delight. “This is . . . Wow,” she breathes, her excitement almost tangible. She walks over to the table, her fingers trailing over the rim of the champagne glass before she turns to look at me, her eyes sparkling like the fairy lights. “You did all this?”
I grin, leaning casually against the doorframe, pretending it’s no big deal, even though my heart is doing somersaults just seeing her this happy. “I might have had a little help,” I admit with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. “But yeah, I wanted to make tonight special.”
Before she can respond, I close the distance between us, slipping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. The moment our lips meet, everything else fades away. I kiss her deeply, savoring the way she melts into me, her hands sliding up to the back of my neck. I can feel her smile against my lips, and a warmth spreads through my chest, a sensation I haven’t felt in a long time.
She moans softly as my teeth graze her skin, a sound that sends a jolt of heat straight through me. She bucks her hips, grinding the soft, plump swell of her ass against my stirring erection through our clothes. The friction is delicious, nearly enough to drive me over the edge right there.
I groan, my grip tightening on her hips. “As beautiful asyou look tonight, I’d much prefer to see your clothes on the floor.”
Without hesitation, I begin undressing her. I unzip the back of her dress, gently running my fingertips across her collarbone to the straps. Kissing the side of her neck, I continue to push the straps off her shoulders, making the dress cascade to the floor. My breath hitches at what’s revealed underneath, Emmersyn in a matching set of lingerie. The sight makes my pulse quicken. Emmersyn turns in my arms, kissing me hard, her lips demanding and hungry. Every nerve in my body is alive with desire, my need for her threatening to consume me completely. My length throbs with want, straining against the zipper of my pants.
I need to taste her.
Never breaking our kiss, I lift Emmersyn off her feet and carry her the short distance to the bed. I lay her down with care, positioning myself between her legs as she gazes down at me through heavy-lidded eyes.
“What are you doing down there?” she asks, a teasing lilt to her voice.
I give her a wicked smile and press a kiss against her inner thigh. “Having you for dessert.” I slip off her shoes, look up pausing to admire the lacy panties that barely cover her. “And you definitely look good enough to eat.”
Emmersyn shivers as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tug them off, leaving her bare and exposed before me. Without another word, I grip her thighs and pull her to the very edge of the bed, giving myself better access to her sweet core.
Burying my face between her legs, I lick, suck, and nibble,claiming every inch of her with my mouth. I devour her like a starving man who can’t get enough, relishing the taste of her on my tongue.
Her scent, her taste—it’s intoxicating, and I lose myself in the sensation of eating her out. As I work her clit with my tongue, I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes her gasp. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her body responding eagerly to every movement.
I don’t stop there; I let my tongue trail lower, teasing her tight asshole, circling it as my fingers continue to fuck her slowly.
She’s a writhing mess beneath me, her hips lifting off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets as she tries to hold on. I love the way she squirms and writhes with pleasure, the way she shatters and comes completely undone from my mouth, tongue, and fingers all working in perfect harmony.
“Cal?” Emmersyn whimpers, her hips bucking against me, desperate for more. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”
“Whoa, you’re getting bossy, Wife,” I murmur against her skin, my voice filled with playful dominance. “But remember, I’m the one in charge here.”
“I’m not playing, Cunningham,” she warns, her tone serious, a note of vulnerability slipping through.
I pause, her words cutting through the haze of lust. She wants something different—something softer, more intimate. She wants lovemaking, sweet and tender, not me dominating her while I fuck her.
“But what fun is that?” I protest lightly, trying to ease the tension, though a part of me understands exactly what sheneeds. This isn’t just about control; it’s about reconnecting, about giving her what she’s been longing for.
Locking my lips around her clit, I flick my tongue against her, relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure. At the same time, I slide my fingers back inside her, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot.
Her response is immediate—she buries her fingers in my hair, gripping tightly, holding my head firm as she arches and bucks against my face, all but riding my mouth and fingers. I savor every moment, every gasp and moan, as I work her closer to the edge, determined to make her fall apart for me.
As I settle beside her, she looks up at me with those wide, pleading eyes, her voice trembling with need. “Aren’t you going to undress for me, Cal? I need you.”
I raise an eyebrow, teasing her, my voice a low rumble. “You think you deserve my cock?”
She nods eagerly, her lips parting as she breathes out a sultry plea. “I do,” she begs, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, the sight enough to make my cock throb.
With a smirk, I reach down and unbutton my jeans, the sound of the zipper sliding down echoing in the charged air between us. I pull my cock out, hard and ready, the tip already glistening. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me, her breath hitching with anticipation.
“Show me,” I murmur, guiding her hand to wrap around my length. “Show me how much you want it.”
Without hesitation, she leans in, her lips brushing against the head. She doesn’t take me deep, just teases the tip with that intoxicating sweetness only she has, her tongue swirling delicately around the head. Her eagerness sends a shiver down myspine, and I groan, my hands tangling in her hair as I watch her, my cock twitching with every gentle pull of her lips.
As she plays with the tip of my cock, I let out a low groan, my fingers threading through her hair. I pet her softly, caressing the silky strands, murmuring, “That’s it, good girl. So eager for me.”
