Page 12 of Dating Your Grumpy Neighbor
“Yes.” I breathe out.
Emmett begins to move in and out of me, slowly at first but quickening the speed, when I grab his bare ass to urge him to move quicker. The friction of our bodies has both of us breathless as our shared release begins to build between us.
No man has ever understood my body without instructions so quickly before. It's like we were made for one another, mind, body, and soul.
My orgasm floods me, and my inner muscles tighten around Emmett, pushing him to come with me. We ride the wave together, searing this moment and connection between us.
Emmett lowers his body over mine, still inside me as he lays his head against my chest.
“Whoa,” he says.
“Whoa—good? Or Whoa—bad?”
He chuckles, and I realize it’s my new favorite sound. “Whoa—fucking amazing.”
