Page 29 of Merrily Mine
After he’d made me come on his tongue—again—he moved to the kitchen sink to grab a washcloth, turning on the water and waiting for a few seconds until it was warm before getting it damp, and then came back to me. He ran it over my skin, wiping away the sweat and remaining traces of our releases. The warmth felt good, but I was overly sensitive now. Blissfully satisfied, but also feeling slightly raw. He really was huge, and my poor pussy had just taken a pounding.
He helped me down off the table, and I looked around us. Our clothes were strewn everywhere across the living room and kitchen, and I couldn’t believe we’d just done that.
My eyes drifted to the outside, where tiny flakes were coming down, the sky darkening once again.
“You know,” I whispered, looking out the window. “It’s snowing again.”
“Good.” He gave me a grin that went straight to my core. How was it we had just fucked, and I already wanted him again? This wasn’t normal for me.
But then again, I’d never been with a man like Mason before.
“Good?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.
He nodded. “Because, baby, I’m not done with you yet.”
And then my stomach rumbled, and we both laughed.
“Food,” he said. “Feeding you first it is.”
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After feeding my girl—because she needed it to keep up her stamina—we ended up back on the couch again, with a bunch of candles lit around us.
Unlike earlier, there was no pretense that we weren’t spending every second we had left together practically glued to each other. She was tucked against my body, my arms cradling her to my chest, and I’d never felt so peaceful or content.
I’d cooked us steaks over the fireplace, rigging up a grill system since the generator didn’t power the entire house. We had the fridge, gas stove, the heater, and the water heater, and that was more than enough.
Was this what my life had been missing before? Was this what I’d been missing for the last few years of my marriage? I’d loved her—at least at one point, I had—but this was different. I couldn’t quite put it into words. But there was something about Emily—the way she made me feel so athome.So complete.
Like nothing else in the world mattered, as long as I was with her.
I brushed a piece of her hair off her neck and kissed her shoulder. We were dressed again—unfortunately—but I alreadywanted to strip her clothes off and bury my face in her cunt again.
Had I ever been so completely obsessed with someone else’s body? There was no stopping my desire for her, my need to bury myself inside of her.
Emily tightened her arms around my back, slowly rubbing her face against my chest.
“Mmmm, darlin’,” I hummed, moving my hand back and forth down her back.
“This is nice,” she murmured.
Wanting to look at her expression, I pulled back a little. “Couldn’t agree more.” I tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear. “You know, I meant what I said before.”
She blinked at me. “What part?”
“I’m not done with you yet.” She’d brushed it off, since we’d both been starving and in desperate need of food, but I wanted her to know that I meant it. “This is…” I shook my head. “There was no way I could have expected this to happen.”
Emily let out a small snort. “I know. And this snowstorm might have been unexpected, but I’m glad you’re here with me.” She interlaced our fingers, running her thumb over my knuckles.
“Me too, Em. Me too.” I pressed my lips against her forehead. Needing to touch her. Needing to be close to her. Needingeverythingwith her.
I wanted to tell her everything. Why my relationship with my ex-wife had deteriorated. Why I’d moved home. Why I was suddenly dreaming of the future again.
It was too soon. And I knew it. But I couldn’t help it.
Her voice was a whisper when she spoke again. “Sometimes I worry, you know… that I’ve missed out on so much with all the traveling I’ve done.” Emily looked up at the ceiling. “Like, I don’t regret it—those experiences wereamazing, and I enjoyed them so much, but…” She bit her lip. “I never really had time to date.To find someone else to share all of those incredible things with. I guess I’m just… I’m lonely. And I can’t help but worry I’ll never fall in love or have the life I’ve always dreamed of.”
