Page 32 of Winter Break Up

Saying the word fling nearly kills me, but I can’t lie to myself completely.

“Okay.” Em nods.

Our eyes connect, and it’s like I’m falling, unable to even put my arms out before I smash into the ground. Then we’re wrestling each other to the bed, the green light given to push the envelope on us even if we break into a million pieces after.

She’s under me, spreading her legs, and my eyes nearly roll back the first time I grind into her, even with all our clothes on.

“Oh God …” Em’s breathy gasp has me going impossibly harder.

“I fucking missed you.” I lick a line from her jaw to her neck, tasting the deliciousness of her skin.

“Mercer.” She locks all her limbs around me, and just hearing my name on her lips sends me over the edge right now.

Those nimble fingers push my shirt halfway up my torso as she traces the lines of my muscles, and I shudder with the need to feel her naked skin all over me.

“Undress. Now.” My tone turns lethal, and we both shuck off layers of clothes as quickly as possible.

While it’s been years, and I want to take my time with her, I’m too amped up to do so. We’ve gone from zero to a hundred in a second, both of us panting as we settle back on the bed with nothing but underwear between us.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” She digests me reverently, biting her lip as I hover over her.

“Right back at ya, gorgeous.” I smile, making sure my dimple pops the way I know she likes. “Now let me taste you. It’s been years since I’ve eaten and I’m fucking starving.”

“Holy crap, Mercer.” Her eyes dilate. “Light my panties on fire, why don’t you?”

“Nah, I’d rather rip them off.” I do just that, pulling them down her legs whip fast.

Smelling her arousal glistening on her pussy lips has me canting my hips into the bed. Flattening my tongue against her center, I waste no time licking her from the bottom of her slit to the pulsing bundle of nerves. Em’s hips buck up into my face, but I keep her pinned in place, her slim waist in my hands. The control turns me on even more as I fuck her with my tongue; the noises she’s making driving me insane.

“So good, so good, so good,” she chants, not caring who hears her.

Even though I just made her promise me Charlie wouldn’t find out, I barely care who hears her screaming my name so long as she does so. This power she has over me, this head trip being with her sends me on, is all-consuming.

“Watching you squirm is one of my favorite sights,” I confess, pumping two fingers into her as I suck her clit into my mouth.

She tastes like musk and sweet ecstasy. “Right there.”

“You want to come on my fingers or my cock, beautiful?” Talking dirty to her, watching her cheeks pink up as I hover over her with my fingers lodged inside, has got to be one of my top ten favorite activities.

How have I survived this long without being with her like this?

“Mercer. Need you. Now.” That husky demand has me moving with the grace of a panther stalking its prey.

Leaning over to grab a condom from my bag, thanking my horny brain for throwing them in at the last minute, I roll it on.

Looking down at Em, legs spread out for me with all those waves covering my pillows, I gulp back the emotion clogging my throat.

“Em …” I shake my head, catching myself before I admit something she doesn’t want to hear.

Her nails dig into my pecs as I line up, teasing her with the head of my cock that already feels like it’ll explode the moment I sink inside her.

“Mmm … God …” Those hazel eyes blink as I push in, her tight heat gripping me like a damn vise.

“Not God, Em. Me. Only me.” My jaw tics as sweat beads my brow.

“Feels like heaven either way,” she murmurs, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear as I pin her with my body.

In and out, I stroke, building us both up until I can barely see straight. Em is moaning in my ear, and I grip any part of her body I can reach. Roll her nipples in my fingers. Squeeze her waist in my palm. Cup her face while our tongues tangle as deep as I’m buried in her.

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