Page 87 of Starcrossed Colorado

“You have a tattoo?” My thumb traced the outline of a black-ink music note on her right butt cheek. Pushing a pillow under my head, I lifted up to nibble playfully at the tattoo, then licked it.

She laughed. “Got it when I turned eighteen. My friends dared me.”

I would have to memorize this and keep it in my naughty mental slideshow forever.

I tugged her hips to move her a bit lower. Then my tongue darted out to lick her clit, and she gasped, hips shaking.

“Like the new angle?” I asked.

Her response was unintelligible, but she sounded happy.

I’d already made her come twice, so I knew a lot better what Emma liked. Exactly how to get her where I wanted her. When her hips started to rock, rubbing her clit gently against my tongue, I knew she was enjoying it.

Then she started to pump my cock with her fist, and her lips closed around the tip and sucked. I faltered a moment, because that felt unbelievable, but now I was even more determined.

I needed her to come again before I did. My tongue pushed inside her, sliding as far as it would go.

Emma’s thighs quivered. She dropped her forehead to my stomach and moaned breathlessly. I held on to her hips and flicked my tongue until she finally crested over the edge.

When she’d finished, she crawled off of me and turned, falling back against her elbows. Her hair was wild and tangled. “I amdefinitelygoing to need you to do that again.”

I laughed as I sat up, moving toward her. “Next time.” Gently nudging her so she was flat on her back, I positioned myself over her.

“Kiss me?” she asked.

“I can’t get enough of kissing you. But right now, I need my cock inside you.” The swollen head teased her slick opening. “Yes?” I asked.

“Yes.” Emma wrapped her legs around my waist, and I finally sank all the way into her.

Mmm. Oh, hell yeah. The way her body hugged my cock was perfect. Even better than I could’ve imagined, and I’d imagined this plenty.

But even more perfect was the way she smiled up at me, those pretty blue eyes blinking languidly.

I rocked my hips into hers, my cock pushing deep. I wanted to stay just like this all night. But after so much buildup, I didn’t know how long I could last. She felt too good. Her soft breasts and beaded nipples brushing my skin. The sighs she made with every thrust.

“Emma,” I groaned.

I lifted up on my arms so I could watch my body strain against hers. My hips snapped, driving my cock into her again and again. Her fingers dug into my biceps.

I ached for release. Yet I still held myself back by some last thread of willpower, not wanting this to end.

She clenched around me and cried out my name. My vision swam. The climax hit me hard. A hot, all-consuming surge of bliss roared through me.

As the pleasure faded into contentment, I hovered over her, sharing kisses. Emma’s hands moved over my arms, my shoulders, into my hair, like she couldn’t stop touching me.

After a while, I shifted my weight to one side of her and pulled her as close as possible. I struggled to keep my eyes open.

“I should go back to my room,” she whispered.

I made a grumbly sound of protest. “Not yet.” What I really wanted was Emma in my bed the rest of the night. Waking up beside her and finding her asleep on my pillow. Kissing andsinking inside of her a second time before we’d even had coffee. Then maybe a third time against the counter in the kitchen.

But I also had a six-year-old whose favorite morning activity was barging into my room and shaking me awake. Even if Emma and I got dressed in PJs, Maisie would have questions I couldn’t answer.

Like,Can Emma stay with us forever?

No, I supposed I did know the answer to that one.

Eventually, after several more kisses, we got out of bed. Emma put on her clothes, while I tugged on my boxer briefs. I walked her down the hall to her room. Once there, she turned around and leaned against the closed door. Stella was sleeping inside.

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