Page 91 of One Night Only
Emily whimpers in response and moves over me, hovering on her knees. She grips my shoulders and I reach between us, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock and lining us up. And with her eyes on mine, she sinks down slowly, taking all of me with a throaty moan.
“Jesus, fuck,” I hiss, my head falling back, spots dotting my vision. It’s good. Too good. It takes all I have not to pass out.
“Ohmygod,” Emily gasps after a moment, her lashes fluttering open, pupils blown out. “Is this okay?” she pants.
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter, at a loss for words that make sense even in my head. Is this okay? If heaven exists, then this is it. I have arrived and I ain’t leavin’. RIP me.
With a satisfied smile, Emily lifts up, almost all the way, before sliding down again with a breathy moan. She picks up speed, groaning softly, and I lift the hem of my jersey she’s wearing, catching a glimpse of her pretty cunt taking me.
“Chrissake, look at you,” I growl, sucking in a breath between my teeth. “Look at this perfect pussy taking my dick so damn well.”
She loves my words, crying out as her hips and thighs work to grind on my dick, her back arching as she takes me even deeper. Her head falls back, my cowboy hat toppling off, and Itake the opportunity to zero in, licking the column of her pretty throat, sucking and biting her hot spot as I drag my jersey up even higher, my hands grazing over her ribcage, cupping her breasts.
With a gasped moan, Emily pulls away, but just when I worry that I might’ve crossed a line, pushed her a little too far, she surprises me by lifting the jersey and tugging it up over her head, tossing it aside and riding me while wearing nothing but my fucking socks, right here in the full light of day.
I can’t lie. Seeing her naked, seeing the scars left behind from her cancer treatment, it’s confronting. But not in the way I thought it might be. If anything, her imperfections make her even more beautiful. Each scar is proof of just how fucking strong she is. How resilient her sexy-ass body is. And as I place my hat back on top of her head, I bite back my grin as she rides me hard and fast, because I’ll be goddamned if she’s not the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.
Cupping her breasts, I drag my thumbs over the scars, thrusting up balls deep and meeting her grinding hips to give her the friction she needs so damn much. I’m fucking close to blowing, but I need her to come first. Always.
“Oh, baby,” Emily sobs, her mouth falling open on a long, drawn-out sigh. “It feels so… fucking… good.”
“Call me that again,” I demand, her words doing something unexpected to me.
A lick of confusion flairs in her gaze before realization settles. And with a small, sexy smile, she arches into me, tightening around me as she says, “Yes, baby, you make me feel so fucking good.”
Fuck. Who knew being calledbabywould make me absolutely feral. I drag a hand down between us, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing it with enough pressure, her hips bucking as she cries out.
“That’s it.” I meet her desperate thrusts with my own, feeling my balls tighten, the pleasure building at the base of my spine. “Bounce on my cock, Goldie,” I mutter. “Be a good girl and make a pretty mess all over me.”
I feel her walls clench around me, that familiar pressure squeezing me so fucking tight, and I know that’s it for me. I grip her waist with one hand, my other grabbing her by the back of her neck and angling her mouth to mine, swallowing her scream as she comes around me, my dick pulsing deep inside of her, releasing into the condom.
Emily’s nails scratch my skin, her release gushing out all over me, our kisses sloppy and frenzied as we ride out the waves of our orgasms before collapsing in a heap of sated bliss.
“Holy shit,” Emily breathes out after a moment, her body boneless and limp, covering mine. She giggles, placing a hand on my chest. “Your heart is racing.”
I hold her right there, arms wrapped around her so tight, scared that if I let go or move, I might break. “Fuck, Goldie…” I manage through a panting breath, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’ve destroyed me. In the best possible way, I am ruined for everyone else but you.”
Slowly, Emily lifts her head, honey eyes finding mine, a look of awe and wonderment in her gaze as she studies me.
I offer her a small smile, my trembling fingers tucking a wild lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. “I hope you know you’re stuck with me now.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, tempering the smile that tries to claim her, and I don’t just love this woman. She’s it for me. The end. Roll credits. Happy ever after, and all that shit.
When Emily and I finally come back to down to Earth and she’s lying on my chest, the sweet scent of her shampoo wisping up from her hair and stirring something caveman-like deep down inside of me, I finally speak.
“I want you to come to my game tonight.”
She doesn’t respond at first. Actually, she’s so still, I wonder if she might have fallen asleep. But then she lifts her head, those big doe eyes meeting mine, full of an obvious trepidation.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea…”
I feel my heart sink a little, maybe even crack a touch. Did I think today she was going to call Andy and tell him point blank that she’s with me, we’re in love, and he just needs to deal with it? No. I know this is still going to take some time, even after last night and this morning. I just want her with me. All the time. As my girlfriend. And I guess I kind of hoped that this morning things might be a little easier.
“It’s a perfect idea,” I try, as convincingly as I can. “You can come along with Franny. If anyone asks, just say she invited you. I mean, you two are friends.”
Emily looks contemplative, teeth digging into her bottom lip, and I shift underneath her, securing my hands at her waist and pulling her body up mine so we’re eye-to-eye.
“Please?” I implore her with my best puppy dog expression, smile hopeful, dimples popped. “Aside from my parents and my sister, I’ve never had anyone in the stands.”
