Page 43 of Mate Night Snack
When she saw him, hard, thick, tip flushed, she nearly moaned just at the sight.
“Condom?” she asked, breathless.
He nodded and reached into the drawer beside the bed. She watched as he rolled it on, his hands trembling slightly.
Then he looked at her again. “Last chance.”
She pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him. That was answer enough.
He pushed in slow, stretching her inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
She gasped, nails clawing at his back.
“Emmett—”
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
“You didn’t. Don’t stop.”
He moved gently at first, rocking into her with long, deep strokes. Every drag of his cock inside her made her eyes roll back. He filled her completely, touched every place that ached. His breath came rough against her neck, lips brushing her ear.
“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured. “Since the first time you argued with me.”
She laughed against his mouth. “That was like five minutes after we met.”
“Exactly.”
Their bodies moved in rhythm, slow and aching, like they were trying to learn each other’s language through touch. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, the friction building between them like a storm breaking.
“Harder,” she breathed.
He obliged, snapping his hips with more force, his cock hitting deeper. The head of it rubbed just right, her pussy clenching around him, wet and tight.
“Oh, God?—”
His name left her lips as if she were calling to the beyond.
He leaned down and kissed her again, biting her lower lip, dragging another moan from her throat.
“I’m close,” she whispered.
“Come for me.” He reached between them and rubbed her clit, fast and steady.
She couldn’t hold it any longer, not with his thickness, motion, and now the added stimulation of his hands and sense of safety she felt being devoured by him.
She came with a cry, her body locking tight, waves of heat crashing through her. He followed with a groan, thrusting once more as he spilled inside the condom, his body collapsing carefully over hers like a shield.
They stayed like that for a long time.
His arm slipped under her waist, dragging her close, her face tucked under his chin.
He kissed her temple and let the quiet settle.
Eventually, her breathing evened. And when she finally drifted off, curled against his chest, the safety of his body faded as she dreamed of claws in the dark.
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