Page 74 of Strength

This wasn’t making love. This was us without any inhibitions. Free to make as much noise as we wanted without the wrong person hearing. We were loud and we were dirty, and we fucked like porn stars.

It was when Emmett had me up against the step from behind that he finally reached his tipping point.

“Emmett!” I cried when another orgasm rolled through me.

“Yes, I want you to scream my name, baby!” he growled. He tugged on my hair and drove himself into me.

“Oh my god, Emmett! Yes, yes! Oh my god, yes!”

“Fuck, Olivia.Fuck!” he roared as he released.

We rode each other out. When we slowed down, Emmett ran his hand beneath my body and kissed my shoulder.

“That was the best sex ever,” I purred.

“Damn straight, sweetheart.” Emmett brushed his fingers over my clit and my body jerked. He chuckled. “Looks like someone’s still turned on.”

“I don’t want to push it. What if your dad comes up from the store or Charlie and your mum arrive home?”

Emmett groaned, “You’re right. We should stop.”

He wasn’t stopping, though. In fact, he was rubbing his fingers in a hard circle over my clit.

I widened my eyes at him.

“Once more,” he insisted.

My body obeyed his order. I couldn’t control it as I came apart under his touch.

Emmett kissed my temple. “Now let’s get dressed. You have wine to taste.”

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