Page 55 of Higher Ground
Tilting her head into his hand, Emory deepened the kiss. She ran her tongue along his lip and opened her mouth for him. Byron’s tongue flattened against hers. Their chests rose and fell in sync, Byron pressing himself into her and slipping his leg between hers. Emory felt his erection against her waist and rolled her hips towards him. Friction hit right where she needed it to, sending electricity and lust through her veins until it settled in her core.
She whimpered when Byron broke their kiss, but gasped when he dropped his arms to her waist and lifted her up. He held her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him. Lowering her down to grind his cock against her, Byron kissed down her neck.
Heat raced through Emory, her pussy throbbing with need and her heart pounding with love. She tilted her head back as Byron kissed towards the neckline of her top. Rolling her hipsinto Byron, Emory cursed the fabric between them. One of his hands dipped between her legs from behind and he pressed the seam of her pants against her clit.
“Too many fucking clothes,” he groaned.
Stepping back from the wall, Byron turned and carried Emory through the house to his bedroom. Dropping her on the bed, he ripped his flannel shirt off his shoulders, tearing the buttons free. Emory reached for him and let her fingers dance across his chest and down along his abs. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and kept her eyes on his as she unbuttoned his jeans. Byron pulled her hair into his fist while she shifted his pants lower until his cock sprang free. With a smirk, Emory looked up at Byron. She kept her eyes locked on his as she leant forward and flattened her tongue against his shaft. Starting with slow, almost lazy licks, Emory wet Byron’s cock before grabbing it in both hands and sucking the tip into her mouth. She watched as his eyes rolled back. His fingers pulled tight in her hair as a shudder ran through his body.
She loved it, seeing him come undone like this and knowing it was her causing it. With his dick in her mouth she moaned, sucking him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. She held him there, waiting until his stuttering breaths turned into a deep, low growl. Pumping her hands around his cock, she sucked at the tip, working him until the muscles in his legs grew tense.
“Fuck, Em,” he growled as he pulled himself away from her lips.
She wanted more. Needed more. Her own arousal had grown until it was almost painful, but still she wanted to taste him again. Byron looked down at her, his face caught somewhere between a decadent smirk and an all-consuming smile. He nodded, and she thought he was going to slide between her lips again, so she nodded back with a smile and opened her mouth.But instead, Byron spun her around and pushed her onto all fours on the bed. He wasted no time pulling her pants around her knees. The sudden cool air against her pussy shocked Emory and she gasped at the unexpected sensation. It was replaced in an instant with Byron’s hot breath. He ran his tongue along her pussy, dipping it into her opening and circling her clit. His fingers dug into the globes of her ass.
“Fuck,” Byron said as he drew back. His voice was husky and low, and Emory turned her head back to watch him. He pulled his lower lip into his mouth, gazing down at her. There was a twinkle in his eye and a hunger painted across his face. Emory watched as he rolled a condom over his length. She wriggled her butt at him, wanting him to touch her.
He did. His fingers spread her ass cheeks wide, and his thumb dipped between them. He spat down onto her and rubbed the moisture around the tight, puckered hole.
Emory had never been touched there. It had always seemed so … forbidden. But then, everything about her and Byron was forbidden, and so with him, it felt exhilarating.
“Do you like that, Em?”
Mmhmm. She did. She liked that very much. “Yes.”
Byron held his thumb against her tight hole, rubbing his cock along her pussy as he did. Emory held her breath, waiting for the pain, but it didn’t come. Instead, he pushed his cock into her at the same time he pressed in with his thumb. She could hardly breathe. Pleasure hit her with force. She felt full and whole, andfuck, she needed him to move. Rolling her hips into Byron, Emory moaned.
“Always so impatient,” Byron chuckled.
Then he was pounding into her, thrusting over and over, hitting her deepest, most sensitive spot in the most incredible way.
Each thrust sent Emory closer and closer to an edge higher than she’d ever been.
“Oh, God.”
Byron reached around her, pulling her up so her back was against his chest.
“He’s not here, Em. Only me. Always me.”
He palmed her breast over her tank, and she dropped her head back onto his shoulder.
“I don’t care if you live in the cottage or on the other side of the goddamn world,” Byron growled into her ear. He traced her lips with his fingers. “You’re made for me, no one else. These lips are mine. These tits are mine.” His hand dropped back to her breast, pinching her nipple through the thin lace fabric of her top before moving lower still to pinch her clit. “This pussy is mine. And this ass is mine.”
He thrust into her again, his thumb still deep inside her. Emory felt every inch of him as he pounded into her. Pleasure burned her from within until all she could think about was Byron and how she needed him every day for the rest of her life. Fuck the city.
Byron held her tight as he pumped into her, and she came apart in his arms. Emory’s orgasm raced through her, sending her flying off the cliff with no hope of landing on safe ground. Under the sheer intensity of her orgasm, every muscle in her body drew tight. She didn’t just see stars; she saw the whole galaxy in the edges of her vision. Byron’s release came with hers, and he grunted as he filled the condom, still buried inside her.
They collapsed on the bed together, panting. Byron pressed his forehead against Emory’s and closed his eyes. “You’re mine, Em. And I’m never letting you go.”
“Nah,” she whispered. She kissed him before continuing, “You’re mine. And I’m never lettingyougo.”
Chapter 28
Byron
Mud caked the ground, but Byron still lowered himself to a squat and eventually seated himself on what was once a field of wildflowers. They’d been beautiful only a few weeks ago. But the change the flood had brought with it was more visibly apparent here than anywhere else.
Stretching his neck, Byron looked up at his late wife’s old windmill. Thanks mostly to the work Byron and Tucker had done to reinforce the supports, it had survived. The posts needed to be double-checked as the ground started to dry more, but for now, it was good. Byron could focus his clean-up efforts elsewhere. The mooing from the cows up in the high paddock could be heard even from down here. What had been a small space for them two weeks ago likely felt overly crowded by now, especially after he returned Betty, the wildest cow of them all, to the herd earlier. Byron would have to get to work fixing up one of the larger paddocks.
