Page 16 of Echos and Empires
As his mouth found her center, Emma’s gasp was music to his ears. Her fingers threaded through his short hair, already aggressively tugging him closer to her body.
Chris savored every moment as he worked his tongue skillfully, delighting in the intoxicating taste of her skin and the way she moved with a graceful, involuntary rhythm beneath him. He was utterly captivated, enthralled by the heady aroma that enveloped them, a blend of passion and desire that seemed to heighten every sense. He could lose himself for hours in thisintimate dance, cherishing the electric connection and the rich, alluring flavor of her arousal.
Emma had other plans. “Wait,” she panted, tugging gently at his hair. “I’m showing you how fine I am, remember? Lie down.”
Chris hesitated for a moment, reluctant to relinquish his control. But the mix of determination and desire swirling and darkening her eyes, made him reconsider. With a chuckle, he tugged his boots off, jerked his pants and boxers to his ankles, and rolled onto his back, his hands resting lightly on her hips to pull her closer.
“Go on then,” he urged, his voice a low rumble. “Show me.”
She damn near crawled up his body, turning to face his feet as she positioned her core over his mouth. Chris’s hands tightened on her hips as her breath ghosted over his straining erection.
“Fuck, Emma,” he groaned, his words muffled against her skin.
Any further thoughts evaporated as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him with a gentle firmness. Her tongue danced and swirled around his sensitive tip, igniting shivers of pleasure that coursed through him. Simultaneously, she wiggled until she was almost pressed against his mouth, freely telling him what she wanted.
Chris welcomed her with pleasure, his tongue exploring the depths of her folds, tracing every contour with a tender yet insistent rhythm that drew soft moans from her lips even as she sucked his dick. Each stroke elicited soft moans from her lips, his focus unwavering as he explored every crevice, savoring the taste and texture with an insatiable drive that left her breathless.
They moved together in perfect sync, give and take, push and pull. Chris lost himself in the taste and feel of her, in the way her mouth worked him so expertly. His release coiled in his gut,growing with every deep suction that took him to the hilt and pressed the head of his erection against the back of her throat.
But he wanted more, needed more. With a growl, he flipped her under him, his mouth still grazing over her wet folds before he rolled off and stood at the end of the bed.
Grasping her hips, Chris tugged her toward the end of the bed, watching as her breasts strained against the fabric of her tank top.
He hadn’t even properly undressed her.
“Can you stand?” he kissed along the column of her neck waiting for her response.
“Probably not and it would be your fault,” she gave a small laugh and sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck, but he stopped her before she kissed him, spinning her around in his arms.
He stood behind her, his strong hands gripping her waist as he urged her forward. “Bend over the bed,” he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl.
Emma obeyed without hesitation, bracing her hands on the mattress and arching her back to present herself to him as she spread her legs wider. Chris’s eyes roamed hungrily over the tantalizing curve of her ass to the glistening pink folds wet and ready for him to finish what he started.
He stepped closer, letting his rigid length brush teasingly along her slit. Emma whimpered and pushed back against him, desperate for more contact. Chris chuckled darkly, one hand gliding up the smooth expanse of her back. She rubbed against him and every possible restraint snapped.
With a deep snarl, he aligned himself and thrust forward, burying his thick cock deep inside her welcoming heat in one powerful stroke.
Chris started to fuck her hard and fast, needing to regain control after giving it up to her. He was ruthless in hismovements, driving deep into her depths as she moaned into the sheets. His free hand reached around to roughly tease her clit, eliciting even louder moans from her.
He pounded into her with abandon, driven by a feral need to claim her, possess her, to dispel any lingering doubts about her well-being with the sheer force of his need for her. Emma met him thrust for thrust, rolling her hips back to take him deeper.
“That’s it, Emma,” he grunted, his breathing ragged as he pounded into her, his pace relentless. “We don’t do this often, just you and me.” He hissed as she squeezed her body around his cock. “I wish I could make you come undone as many times on my own, but I’m just a man and I can’t hold out long enough.”
“You’re holding out just fine,” she drawled, the words punctuated with gasps.
Sweat-slicked skin glided against sweat-slicked skin. A sex-filled musk enveloped them, driving him even closer to the edge. Chris’s fingers dug into the supple globes of her ass, gripping hard enough to leave bruises. He wanted to mark her, to leave tangible evidence of this moment, of the way she surrendered to him so completely.
Her moans turned into screams of ecstasy as her body went rigid underneath his before she shook and trembled.
“Chris!”
With a final growl, Chris let go, his entire body tensing before he released himself inside her. His roar echoed through the room as he rode out his orgasm, still moving against her until they were both spent and panting heavily.
Chris pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside Emma, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. The intensity of his release left him momentarily dazed, his limbs feeling heavy and sated. The mattress dipped as Emma shifted, turning to face him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“So,” she drawled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his sweat-slicked chest, “do you believe I’m okay now?”
Chris couldn’t help but chuckle, his hand coming up to cover hers, stilling her movements. He turned his head to meet her gaze, his brown eyes softening as he took in her flushed cheeks and tousled hair. Despite the playful tone of her question, he could still see the underlying vulnerability, the hint of uncertainty that lingered in her expression.
