Page 125 of You Found Me
“Guess that means we’ll have to be quick.”
Emmaline takes my hesitation as not wanting to be intimate in that way with her because she quickly adds, “Or if you’re not into the whole idea, we can head home.”
I make the decision to grab her hand, placing it against my hard cock. “Emmy, I’m into it.” I move it away before continuing my speech, “There’s only a little hesitation because I don’t want you offering things like this to try and keep me invested in this relationship. You told me a few hours ago that you loved me back. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
Her already big eyes grow wider, shocked by my words. “How—”
“Because I know you, Buttercup. By now I know to expect your endearing overthinking ways. I’m in this for as long as youwant me. So if this is where you want this to happen, let’s make it happen.”
The smile that overtakes her face as she starts taking off her shoes and stockings, is stunning. She quickly takes off her shirt and I’m momentarily stunned.
When she brought up Christmas lingerie, I assumed it’d be red with white fur. The kind that looks similar to stockings and are advertised online. However, what she has on is velvet green with red lace trim and looks like one of those old timey pin up bras. Even the lingerie screamself.
I look back up to her eyes and catch her smirking before she turns her back to me. Peeking over her shoulder, she coyly asks, “Mind unzipping my skirt for me?”
“Not at all,” I smile. Rather than going straight for the zipper, I touch her shoulder with the back of my fingers, gliding them down. Chills erupt over her skin. Leaning down, I kiss the nape of her neck as my hand finds its way to her zipper. I drag it down slowly and let it fall around her feet.
Fucking hell.
She always wears little boy short panties which make her ass look incredible. But this time, she’s wearing a thong. Something I’veneverseen her in and holy shit—I’d kill to see it more often.
Groaning, I squeeze her hips. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Emmy.”
She peeks back over her shoulder, a blush covering her cheeks. “Stop. I’m already half naked, you don’t have to sweet talk me anymore.”
Twisting her around, I tell her, “I don’t say these things to get in your pants. I say them because I mean them and think you should know. I’m always going to say exactly what I mean. There are things you deserve to hear. So let me say them.”
Her eyes playfully roll. “Fine. I’ll allow it. I promise to try taking compliments for what they are and not what Ithinkyou expect to gain from saying them.”
I lean down, kissing the tip of her nose. “That’s all I ask, Buttercup.”
Emmy nods then looks me up and down before shaking her head.
“What?”
“How is it that I always end up almost completely naked while you manage to stay fully clothed?”
I bark out a laugh because she’s right. We end up like this more often than not. Deciding to mess with her, I tease. “Probably because you’re so eager for me to get into your pants that you neglect mine.”
She throws her head back with a laugh then reaches for the button of my pants, popping it open. “Let’s fix that then, shall we?”
Emmaline slowly unzips my pants—painstakingly slow. Instead of letting me help pull them and my boxers off after taking off my shoes and socks, she swats my hand. As she pulls them down, she starts sinking to her knees, causing me to groan. When they're at my ankles, I step out, waiting to see what she’ll do.
I’ll never get over this view of her: on her knees, plump ass and perky breasts on full display with those big, beautiful brown eyes peering up at me. The view alone is enough to bring me to my knees. But when she fists my cock and gently licks the crown, I actually feel them buckle.
“Whoa, Spence,” she says, cocking her head, “you okay there?”
“You know damn well that I’m not. Your mouth on me is like a dream.”
Emmy laughs lightly before taking me to the back of her throat. I am truly the luckiest guy right now, watching my gorgeous girlfriend on her knees for me, after she asked me if we could go bare for the first time. But I want to make this about her because telling me that she loves me back is a huge deal for her.
“Buttercup,” I say, brushing the hair away from her face, “stop, please.”
She sucks harder then pops off. “Is something wrong? Am I not doing it right? I thought I was doing it the way you like.”
“Shortstack, you’re perfect as always. You just look like a true Christmas treat and I’m dying to taste you.”
“Who am I to say no to someone so hungry?” Emmy smirks, reaching around to unclasp her bra. She lets it fall down her arms, tossing it to the side, then lays down on the blanket. I wait to see if she’ll take off the thong, but when her head cocks to the side with a small smile, I know she’s allowing me the honor.
