Page 72 of The Love Interest
Jesus.
Isthatwhat she wanted me to show her?
Both of her hands wrap around my cock with just the right amount of pressure. Her eyes are lit up, and she licks her lips as she leans toward me. I brace myself against her shoulders because all the blood has left my brain. I close my eyes because if I watch this, I will explode in her mouth immediately. I feel the tip of her tongue gliding up my shaft and then her mouth around the head.
Fucking hell, I would die for this woman.
She sucks, moaning and grabbing on to my ass with one hand.
I’m trying to find the words to ask her to stop, but I don’t have to. She gives the tip a little kiss and then says, “You need to fuck me right now. I’m on the pill, and you don’t have to worry about anything. Just please come inside me.”
Fuck yeah, twenty-five-year-olds.
All I can do is grunt in agreement, but in my mind, I’m thinking,Yes, anything for you. Have my babies. I will buy you a house and protect you and love you forever.
But first—I will fuck you right now and come inside you.Yes, please.
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FIONA
Oh, sweet baby Jane Austen, now it’sreallyhappening.
This is not a drill.
Emmett’s boxer briefs are off, he has peeled my jeans and panties from my body, and he has positioned himself over me. His beautiful, massive erection is between my legs and about to enter me. I have enough lubrication for three yonis, but that rock-hard cock of his is mine—all mine. We’re going to have all the sexy sex, and I don’t have to worry about being classy in his class anymore.
I just need to take deep breaths and stop wondering what all of this means. I just need to focus on the music. Vivaldi has always made me horny. How did Emmett even know that? All eight thousand nerve endings in my clitoris have been doing a silent scream ever since he put that record on.
Or ever since the first time I saw him, if I’m being honest.
Underneath all that denial and resistance, all of my lady parts were looking up at me with big cat eyes, going:I can has?
We can has now, ladies. We. Can. Has.
“You ready?” He looks so serious. Hooded-Eyes Handsome Guy wants to know if I’m ready for him to penetrate me yet or not.
“You’re joking, right?” I tilt my hips up and bend my legs even more. I’m not going to beg. It is beyond obvious that I’m ready to get my freak on.
He doesn’t even smirk. He presses hisstiff, throbbing memberinside me, slow and gentle at first. It feels exactly like almost every other experience I’ve had with Emmett—shocking, hot, expansive, and somehow comforting. The sharp sting of him thrills me, and it’s so much more than anything else but also never enough. He exhales. I suck in a breath and wait for him to go as deep as he can.
“God, you feel so good,” he whispers. “Baby…”
I didn’t even realize I was tensing up until my entire body relaxes after hearing him say that word again.
He pushes in deeper, and I run my fingers through his damp hair, kissing him. I’m not used to this kind of tenderness with a man in a moment like this, but I could get used to it.
I rock my hips, nice and slow, to let him know he can move now. He does not need much encouragement. He braces himself and starts to thrust. I move to his rhythm and tempo—he starts right in withAllegro non moltoat first, slowing it down toAdagioand then ramping up toPresto. Like the movements of the second concerto in Vivaldi’sFour Seasons,“Summer.” I’m already in the second stage of sexual response, so this is very intuitive of him. He somehow knows that the passionate thunderstorm of the plateau phase is moving through me quickly.
Or maybe I’m overthinking it and he’s just fucking me.
I brace my feet on the sofa so he can ram into me harder.
He mutters my name.
I cry out becauseoh my God.
He moves with the grace of a seasoned athlete, but there’s something frantic about his energy now that is beautiful to me.
