Page 36 of Stolen Dreams

“You don’t want to hear it.”Her voice is almost a whisper as she roams a hand up my back.“You aren’t ready to hear it.”She wraps the other leg around my other hip.“But for tonight, I want you to show me what I do to you.”She kisses my jaw and then nips it.“Show me how I drive you crazy.”She doesn’t give me a chance to touch on her words.Instead, she leans up and is leading the kiss this time.At the same time, her hands push up my shirt to feel the ridges of my back.

I move to the side of her.“Move your leg, Lilah.”I hold myself up by my elbow as she moves her leg around my waist out of the way.I slide one hand under her neck, my mouth crashing down on hers as the other hand finds her nipple, softly rolling it between my fingers right and left.The kiss becomes more frantic as I move from one nipple to the other.My hand roams down her stomach.My fingertips drag down on her skin toward the waist of her pants.I work the button open, the whole time my head screaming I shouldn’t be doing this, but then my heart, my heart wins out and tells me—just for tonight—I can get a taste of her.

I devour her mouth as the sound of her zipper fills the room, along with the heavy breathing that comes out of her when I let her mouth go.“Take off your pants,” I instruct her, and I watch as she lifts her hips off the bed and shimmies them down her legs.My breath catches in my throat as I see her kick off the jeans and then lie there in just her white lace panties.She’s been in my dreams, and I thought it was heaven, but nothing, and I mean nothing, is like the real thing.“I’ve thought about this moment.”My finger slips into the waistband of her panties, her stomach contracting, and my finger slides lower and finds her wet for me.“You’re wet.”I put my forehead on hers, wanting to see her eyes when I finally slip my finger into her.My finger glides over her clit and then down before it slides into her.Her eyes go half-mast at the same time a moan escapes me.“Fuck, Lilah,” I grit between clenched teeth as she raises her hips to meet my finger.“You’re fucking tight.”She bends one hand and links her fingers with mine that are around her shoulder.

“More,” she urges me.

“You want more of my fingers?”I ask and she nods, and another finger slides into her.“Greedy pussy.”I bite her lower lip as my fingers fuck her twice.Then I pull out, moving my wet fingers up to her clit and rub it side to side.Her breath hitches.“Yeah, sweetheart,” I say as she opens her legs wider, then her hand leaves my fingers and moves her panties to the side to give me more room to finger-fuck her.“Dirty girl,” I tease her, “such a dirty fucking girl.”I suck her tongue into my mouth at the same time I finger-fuck her.She lets go of my mouth to pant.

“Oh my God,” she murmurs, closing her eyes, her hips moving with my fingers, bucking harder and harder when she surges up.

“Emmett,” I remind her, and she opens her eyes.“When you come, you say my fucking name.”Her pussy gets tighter and tighter.The rope I’ve been holding on to snaps.In one swift movement, my face is smashed into her pussy, my mouth sucking her clit.“You come in my mouth and all over my tongue like a good girl.”

“Emmett.”Her hand comes out, and her nails rake over my scalp before she pulls my hair.“I’m going to?—”

“Yeah, you are,” I say as my tongue slides in with my fingers, and I finally curl my fingers on her G-spot.Her hips buck right off my bed.The only thing on there are her shoulders as she grinds her pussy on my face and comes right on my tongue like I told her to.“That’s my girl.”I slide my tongue out of her pussy and up to her clit.“But you can do better than that.”I nibble at her clit, feeling her riding out the orgasm, but then feel her building back up.“Now I want you to come again.”I watch her eyes half hooded as she looks down at me.“Right on my fingers, baby.”I use my thumb to press down on the top of her clit while my tongue flicks under it from side to side.“I can’t even move my finger in you.You are so tight, baby.”

“Emmett,” she squeaks, and her hips move up, and then she grinds them side to side as she comes again.I finger-fuck her relentlessly, not giving up when she tries to back away from my touch.“Sensitive.”

“I don’t care,” I growl between clenched teeth.“I want another one.”I suck her into my mouth.“Be a good girl, and give me another one.”

“I can’t.”She is almost crying.“I don’t think I can.”

“Yes, you can,” I assure her.“You can do anything.Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had,” I say as I run my fingers over her G-spot.“I need you to give me one more.”I play with her clit at the same time as her G-spot, and I know she’s going nuts because she’s pulling out my hair.“Give me what I need, Lilah.”

“Always, I’ll always give you what you need,” she pants as she comes on my fingers yet again, this time soaking me.I move my fingers in her as she rides out the wave.When her hips go slack, and her legs fall to the sides, I slowly kiss my way up to her stomach, to the middle of her chest, and then to her neck, my mouth aiming for hers.

She kisses me, not even caring that she’s all over my mouth.Her kiss is as needy as it was before I made her come for me three times.“Now you can rest.”I turn to the side, and she buries her face in my neck, and I close my eyes for just a second.

The next time I open my eyes, the sunlight is streaming into the room.I feel heat curled into me from the side and a heavy feeling on my stomach.When I look down, I see her hair on my chest.Lilah.The memories of last night come back like a roller coaster that just let go at the top.

My heart speeds up even more when I close my eyes, and all I can see is her face when she comes.I’ve done stupid things in my life, so many fucking stupid things, but this takes the cake.

There is no way I will ever forget what she feels like around me.There is no way I can forget what she tastes like on my tongue.There is no way that, from this day on, I will not be living in my own personal hell.A hell I deserve.A hell I belong in.A hell I was destined for when I took my very first breath; I just didn’t know it.

ChapterTwenty-One

LILAH

Iliterally feel like I’m floating on a cloud.The covers a cocoon around me, sucking me deeper into sleep.I want to open my eyes, but the sleep is just so damn good, I can’t help but get sucked in deeper.

I smell him all around me, and I can’t help the smile on my face when I finally force my eyes open.It takes a second to get my bearings as I look around the room, seeing I’m in Emmett’s bed.I close my eyes and can see it in black and white, playing over and over in my head.His mouth on mine.His fingers in me.His mouth with his fingers pushing me over the edge over and over again, until I was so spent, I just crashed.I close my eyes tighter, trying not to die of embarrassment in his bed.I move the blanket and see I’m still in my T-shirt that is now pushed down, and my panties are back in place, as well as the bra.Jesus, I was so fucking out of it he redressed me, and I didn’t even feel him move.Looking around the room to see if he’s maybe in the bathroom, I see the door closed.I slip out of bed, looking for my jeans, and find them in the corner of the room folded neatly on the chair.

My heart beats erratically as I slip one foot in and then the other, shimmying myself into them.The picture of me kicking them off last night makes my cheeks heat.I walk to the side of the room where an open door leads to his walk-in closet, which is mostly empty.One side of the closet has hangers filled with jeans and then the rest of the hangers are filled with his T-shirts.Two pairs of boots are tucked in the corner and then his belts are tossed to the side.The room smells like him, making my stomach flutter as I walk deeper into the closet and head toward the door that leads to his bathroom.

The minute I step in, I stop in my tracks.I never imagined him in a house like this, but it fits him so much.But the bathroom, the bathroom has shades of brown and gray, deep and rich.

The shower is in the corner, and its back wall looks like brown exposed bricks, while the black showerhead hangs in the middle.The side walls are a deep gray with matching black knobs, probably jets to his shower.It’s big enough to fit at least five people, not that I think he’s ever had five people in there.Or at least I’m hoping he’s never had five people in there.Right in front of the glass shower door is a tub, but it looks like it’s pewter in a rose gold and a silver.My feet walk to it and see it’s deep and can fit two people.I smile because I wonder if he’s ever sat in this tub.If it were me, I would sink into this tub every night.

I look back at the brown counter that has two sinks, one side clearly his with his shaving cream and razor, along with his black toothbrush that looks like it’s in a little bowl not to make a mess.The white plush towels are folded and rolled up under the sink.I walk over and grab a small towel as I wash my face and then use the bathroom.

I take a deep inhale of breath as I walk out of the bathroom and then head toward the bedroom door, holding the handle in one hand.“You can do this,” I encourage myself.“So what, you had three orgasms in the span of five minutes with him and then fell asleep in his bed.”I pull open the door before I turn around and try to sneak out of his bedroom.

I tippy-toe down the hall, not sure if Lucy is up yet.As soon as I get close enough, I can hear the sound of soft talking.“Do you want more pancakes?”Emmett asks Lucy.

“No, thank you,” she answers in just a soft voice.

“Morning,” I greet, walking into the kitchen and seeing both their eyes turning to me.I avoid even looking at Emmett, not sure I’m ready to see what is there.I’m mortified enough that I slept so long he had time to make his daughter breakfast before I got my ass out of his bed.I stop myself from burying my face in my hands.

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