Page 31 of Merrily Mine
“Mmm,” she answered with a sleepy smile on her face, like she was still dreaming. I wondered what she was dreaming about.
Me? I hoped she was dreaming about me. Fuck, but I wanted her to be dreaming about me.
Trailing my fingers down her body, I swept my thumbs over her nipples, enjoying the little whine she gave from my touch. Then lower, till I reached the seam of her panties, pressing my thumb over her core. A damp spot was already forming, and fuck. Was she turned on right now?
The fact that her hot, wet pussy was covered right now was a travesty. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, dragging them off her body until she was bare for me.
“Wake up, Em,” I said, dragging my lips over the sensitive skin of her neck. “Wake up so I can fuck you properly. Like I’ve been aching to do since last night.”
Truthfully, I burned for her. She needed to stay warm? I’d keep her warm. Forever. No questions asked.
She let out another moan, but didn’t stir further as I slipped a finger inside, feeling her cunt squeeze around me.
“Fuck me,” I groaned. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I added another finger, pumping her slowly. Like I’d started to last night, but it had been obvious that she was sore. But God, that didn’t keep me from wanting her.
Her eyes fluttered as I worked her higher, more and more breathy noises slipping from her lips. She moaned as I scissored my fingers inside of her, her back arching off the bed. “Mason.”
She hadn’t opened her eyes yet, but I knew she was awake.
“Tell me you want this,” I said against her ear as I pulled my fingers free from her core. “Tell me you want me buried deep inside of you.”
“Yes,”she cried, her eyes fluttering open as she slid her hands up my bare chest. “Please, Mason.” She opened her legs wider, the one thrown over my body pushing higher, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Pushing my boxers down, I fisted my cock, giving it a few rough tugs.
“You’re not too sore, are you?” I asked her. Guiding the tip to her entrance, I rubbed it through her arousal, covering it in her wetness.
She shook her head. “No. Fuck me. Don’t make me beg.”
Emily let out a little whine as I thrust inside of her, slow and deep. She was so wet, her insides welcomed me with nohesitation. “Darlin’,” I said against her skin, pressing a kiss to each of her hardened nipples as I rolled my hips, sliding in deeper with every movement. “You never have to beg for anything from me.”
This was more intimate, less frenzied and desperate. We kissed lazily as I pumped inside of her, like we were in no rush to get to our destination, just enjoying the journey.
Emily’s hands wound around my neck, her perfectly manicured fingernails digging into my shoulder blades as she gasped into my mouth, and I slid my hands up and down her spine.
Fuck, I wanted to start every morning like this. That I could wake her up like this every single day. There had never been anywhere I wanted to be more than right here, buried between Emily Sullivan’s thighs.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured against her mouth.
She tightened her grip on me, curling her leg tighter around me, pulling me in deeper to her body.
But there was no urgency or rush, just the two of us losing ourselves in each other’s bodies. I didn’t want this moment to end, didn’t want to wake up from this dream. Because it was a dream.
Spending time with her like this felt likemore.Like the vision I’d had last night could almost come true.
I want you,I wanted to say.I need you.
We came together, our bodies intertwined, with my lips saying what I couldn’t in words.
Pulling her onto my chest, I kept my cock buried inside of her, letting her rest her head on my chest. She ran her fingers through my chest hair, humming softly as I played with her hair.
Outside, it looked like the storm had slowed down. The sky was a beautiful bright blue, the sun shining, and I hoped that would be a good sign. It would be worse if it melted off and thenfroze again, but I had to hope that wouldn’t happen. Because if it did, the ice would cause more problems than the deep snow.
“Looks like the worst of the storm has passed,” I told her softly as she stretched out her arms. “I need to see if I can listen to the radio for some updates, but we definitely won’t be able to go anywhere until they get the snowplows out.”
It would probably take another few days. In the city, they’d be more apt to plow right away, but out in the country? We’d be lucky if we got unburied within a few days.
Not that I cared.
