Page 237 of There's No Us Without You
Without further argument, I lick my lips and close the distance between us, moulding my mouth to Will’s. His tongue sweeps across my lower lip, sending a shiver up my spine. Kissing Will is so different to kissing Eden, harsher in a way, but no less arousing. My dick is rock hard, straining against the zipper of my jeans.
I want to know what he feels like inside me. I’m also scared to death it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker, but Will knows what he’s doing, even if I don’t.
I push against his hard chest, making him sit back. “I want you inside me,” I say, my eyes darting between his.
All I get is a slight nod in return before he stands and holds out a hand to me. I grab onto it and push myself up with my rightleg. Will drops to his knees in front of me, hooking his fingers into the waist of my jeans and tugging them down my thighs. My breathing is heavy, untamed, when Will plants soft kisses against the skin of my lower stomach.
Holy fucking hell.
I swallow hard, using Will’s shoulders to keep myself upright. I’m watching him with hooded eyes, while his warm hands grip my arse, his fingers digging in.
“Climb onto the bed.”
I find comfort on my side as I wait for Will to climb in behind me. The sound of a drawer opening and closing has me bracing myself for what’s to come. But when the bed dips behind me, Will is careful with my knee as he presses up against my back, then reaches around to grip my throbbing cock.
A grunt vibrates through my chest with each stroke of Will’s hand, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t lose myself entirely.
My body goes rigid when he spreads my arse cheeks with his other hand and circles two lubed-up fingers against my tight hole. “Relax,” he says, his warm breath against my neck, before he pushes one, then two fingers inside me.
My heart is racing, and I groan at the intrusion. The urge to push back is strong, but I don’t, only allowing Will to lead the way. My dick is so fucking hard in his hand, so I reach back to find my way into the top of his pants. Will hisses when I wrap my hand around his cock and match his rhythm.
He needs this.
And what I didn’t realise is, I need this too.
Will releases my dick to shove his pants down his legs, allowing me a moment to calm my racing heart. The warmth of his naked body against mine has anticipation racing over my skin. I freeze when he positions the tip of his cock where his fingers just were. Slowly, he nudges inside, allowing me tobreathe through the sting that comes when the piercings slip over the tight muscles.
“Fuck,” he says, breathing heavily against the back of my neck. “Are you okay?”
I nod, unable to speak.
Will stills his movements. “Words, Emerson.”
“I’m good,” I grunt out. “Keep going.”
At first his pace is slow, pulling out just a little and then pushing in again, finding a comfortable rhythm. The fullness is overwhelming, and I keep my focus on my breathing just to stop from pushing back against him. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my dick, and when Will bites down onto my shoulder and slams into me hard, I groan and squeeze my eyes shut.
My skin is coated in sweat, Will’s movements now hard and fast as he fucks me for the first time. My body is taking over, bringing me to the edge, and when Will grips my hips and slams into me harder, I know he’s not far off either.
I’ve never felt anything like this—so fucking ready to explode. I thought having Will’s dick in my arse would be more painful. Sure, it’s an adjustment. It’s also indescribable.
I groan as I pick up the pace of my hand on my dick.
Will’s breath tickles my ear when he leans closer. “I want you to come, Emerson. Show me how good it feels to have my cock buried inside you. Show me how much you fucking love me.”
Fuck. Me.
I’m a lost cause.
I let go, my body flying high as my brain explodes with all the chemicals of my orgasm. Will curses out his own, his fingers painfully digging into my skin and muscles.
I’m a sweaty mess, but hell if I care. I’ve just had one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life and I will take as much time as I need to let it burn itself into my brain.
After a few moments, our breathing settles, and Will falls onto his back. I roll over and wrap an arm around his waist.
In the quiet, Will grips onto me like I might vanish. “Emerson?”
I glance up at him, resting my chin on his chest.
