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I kneel down, lowering myself over her body, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Only pulling away to kiss down her chest and stomach. When I reach her velvet thong covered pussy, I place a quick, soft kiss on her before hooking my thumbs in the material at her hips to pull them down.
I swear I planned to take it slow, but as I’m pulling them away, her perfect pink pussy is soaked and it’s like my brain short circuits, putting me on a one-track path to taste. I rip them off, and in my eagerness, Iactuallyrip them, causing her to gasp.
“Sorry, Shortstack. The sight of you so wet from either sucking my cock or the thought of it sinking into you bare is driving me mad. I haveto taste you and I’m not going to be gentle. I don’t think I’d be able to.”
Emmy whimpers then moans when my mouth finds her clit. I nibble and suck before dipping down to taste the juices dripping onto the blanket. I grip her thighs, holding her still while I devour her. She grabs my hair, pulling my tongue back to her clit, “Please, Spence. Suck my clit and finger fuck me.”
I do as she says, causing a long moan to break free from her lips. Her walls become tighter, making it harder to move my fingers in and out, which is why I decide to curl my fingers up making Emmy’s chest buck up, “Oh god. Don’t stop. I’m right there.”
I know better than to change a single thing. So I do exactly as she says and a few seconds later, she’s coming all over my fingers and tongue. Rather than overstimulate her sensitive clit, I climb back over her body to find tears pooling in her eyes. I’m immediately alarmed.
“Are you okay? Are you having second thoughts? Because if you are, that’s okay with me. We can get dressed right now, pack up, and go back into town to get your car. Or I can drive you home and get your car tomorrow. Of course I want you anyway you’ll let me have you, but not if you’re unsure.”
Throughout my little speech, Emmy covered her eyes and started shaking. I'm about to ask if she’s okay when I hear a snort.She’s laughing.“Are you seriously laughing right now? I thought I’d upset you or you were already regretting this.”
She snorts louder. “I’m sorry. I was on sensation overload from that orgasm, hence the tears, but then you started rambling and I couldn’t hold in the laughter. I’m rubbing off on you.”
My mouth pops open, because she’s right, I was rambling out of worry. That’s usually her thing. Then I feel myself start to laugh. “You’re such a brat.”
Emmy shrugs. “I know, I know. I really am good though.”
I kiss her forehead. “Are you sure this is something you still want to do?”
Nodding, she confirms, “I’m sure, more than anything. I want you to take another first of mine.”
Blowing out a breath, I nod then line myself up at her entrance. The moment the head is notched inside her tight, pussy is almost enough to make me come. The difference in feeling is crazy. I know I’m not going to last long at all and normally I’d think of other things to prolong this, but I want to be all in and focused on this moment.
When I’m fully seated, Emmaline wraps a leg around my lower back, causing the angle to change and her to gasp. “Oh, fuck. Move, Spence, please.”
I do as she says, I pull out a few inches before slamming into her. Once again, she gasps but this time, her pussy clenches, causing me to groan into her mouth as we kiss. I can’t stop the need to slam into her over and over and whatever spot I’m hitting is causing her to claw into my shoulder and lower back.
A few more thrusts and I feel her tighten up, choking my cock so tight I think I might pass out. Her eyes open as the orgasms ebbs and flows. Emmaline cups my cheek. “I love you, Spencer Hale. So much.”
I can no longer hold my release off. I grunt, my hips stuttering, and my head falls to the crook of her neck as I feel myself paint the inside of her walls with my cum. She must feel it as well because another orgasm rips through her.
After a few moments, I lift my head and that’s when I notice some of the wildflowers have made their way into her hair. Somehow, our heads moved a little diagonally off of the blanket into a big patch of flowers. What makes this absolutely perfect is that there’s a few small forget-me-nots poking through right above her right ear.
In this moment, with a halo of blue flowers around her, she’s more beautiful than I could’ve ever thought possible. “I love you, too, Emmaline Jones. Thank you for giving me this.”
She grins. “For giving you another earth-shattering orgasm? You’re welcome.”
I chuckle. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Thank you for trusting me enough to give me something so huge. Also because you decided to risk getting hurt again to make this work between us. I feel so lucky to have you in my life after meeting you all those years ago.”
A tear rolls down her cheek. “I’m happy we met again when we did. Because you found me exactly when I needed you, Daredevil.”
Chapter 40
Emmaline
Minus a few hiccups in the form of Chance, the last two weeks have been incredible.
I’ve spent more time at Spencer’s apartment than my own. So much so that he’s even cleared space in his closet and a couple of drawers in his dresser. I feel like maybe I should be panicking over the fact that we’re basically living together, but I’m not. I’m finally just trying to let things fall how they may.
When I got a few voicemails from an unknown number this week, I deleted them rather than listen. I didn’t feel the need to torture myself when I knew it was Chance threatening or begging me to be at the Gala tonight. He even sent me a gown and a pair of heels for the occasion—granted, the dress was hideous and two sizes too small.
Spencer asked if I wanted to go away for the weekend again, to get far away from Chance and the potential drama. But I declined because of my plans with the girls. Mia, Colette, Cori, and I are currently at dinner in the city. It might not have been smart to be in the same place as my ex, but this is a new me, and I refuse to let Chance ruin anything else for me.
We’re waiting for our dessert when Cori asks, “So, things with that douche-face ex of yours are still tumultuous?”
