Page 54 of Embers of You
“No,” she breathes, her eyes hooded and grip tightening on my arms.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She lets out a small whimper, “No.”
“Do you want me to keep going?” I drop my forehead to hers, feeling her soft breaths against my lips, only tempting me to close the rest of the distance between us. To feel her plush lips on mine once again. My hand slides up under her shirt, pressing my hand against the bare skin of her back. She arches into me, and I crowd her against the wall, pushing her fully against it while bringing my other hand up to run my thumb along her jaw, then over her bottom lip.
“Sutton.”
“Hm,” she hums.
“If you want me to keep going, you need to tell me.”
She hesitates and I can tell she doesn’t want to say the words, but I need to hear them. I need to know that she’s not going to regret this as soon as it’s over. I need to know that she’s feeling this pull just like I am.
I lean forward a little more, our lips barely grazing, but I don’t close the distance.
“Say it, Sutton. Tell me what you want.” I press my hand on her back more firmly, pushing our bodies completely flush. I’m sure she can feel the hardening length in my jeans, if her little gasp is anything to go off of.
“Jameson,” she breathes against my mouth, her hands pressing against my pecs almost like she’s wanting to push me away. But the next two words that leave her perfect mouth may be the two greatest words I’ve heard, especially when they come from her. “Kiss me.”
Without a single second of hesitation, I do what she says, closing the small distance between our mouths. I love the way as soon as we’re connected I can feel her soften for me. It’s like everything she’s holding in melts away in this moment and whatever it is that brought her here, whatever is making her walls so high, disappears for just a moment. This moment. With me.
Every time we’ve touched, I feel like the walls she builds back up are a little shorter than they were before. Right now the way she opens for me when I deepen the kiss has me hoping she’ll give me more, but I’ll take whatever she’s willing to. I’ll greedily take anything and everything even if it’s just pieces at a time.
I want her, and I’m not going anywhere.
One of my hands slides up the back of her neck, tangling in her hair, pulling slightly to angle her head back while our kiss turns even more heated. She moans as her fingers dig into my back trying to bring us impossibly closer.
Using my grip on her head, I break our mouths apart and move to kiss along her jaw and down her neck while she gasps and her nails scratch me lightly. I graze my teeth along her throat and she gasps out my name. The sweet sound has me rock hard for her, and my hips jut forward involuntarily at the sound. Dying to feel her, to get a taste of her, anything she’ll give me.
Sutton moves her hands up my back, pushing my shirt up and I reluctantly remove my mouth from her skin. Reaching back with one hand, I pull my shirt off over my head and don’t miss the way she stares at me. For a moment I worry that I moved too fast. That she’s going to kick me out. Kissing is one thing, taking clothes off is another.
No woman has ever made me feel more like an unsure teenager than the one standing in front of me, eyes locked on my chest, while hers rises and falls quickly with rapid breaths. I reach toward her, knowing she’ll either shoot me down and kick me out. Or she’ll want to continue what we’ve started.
And fuck, I hope she wants this to continue as much as I do.
My worry fades instantly when our mouths crash together in another feverish kiss, tongues lapping at each other, and I know at this moment there’s no way I could stop. I run my fingers along the waistband of her soft leggings, sliding into them, teasing her over the wet fabric covering her core.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I rasp against her mouth.
She nods, and normally I’d want her to use her words, but right now I’m so desperate a nod will have to do. But I know I’ll have her begging for more.
Moving her panties to the side, I run a finger through her wetness, grazing her clit causing her hips to buck with a sharp gasp. She grabs the back of my neck, yanking me down to her, mouths fused while I push a finger into her wet heat. The low groan I let out at the first real feel of her is primal and lights a fire within me. One that’s only ignited and fueled by her.
Sutton hums against my lips, moving her hips and trying to rub herself harder against my hand while I push in even further, my palm rubbing against her clit. Everything about her feels even more perfect than I imagined and I don’t know how that’s possible.
It’s not enough, I have a feeling nothing with her will ever be. I’m going to want more, and more and more.
I remove my hand from her pants, and start to kiss down her body. I kneel, looking up at her wide eyes, heaving chest, and flushed skin as I peel her leggings down, slowly. She watches me, and I’m just waiting for the moment she tells me to stop. For the moment when she realizes she’s letting me in, even just barely and stops it before it can go further.
But she doesn’t.
Instead, she lifts one leg at a time for me until she’s bare in front of me. The sight is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I look up, gaze locked on hers. “Once I get a taste of you, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself.”
She smirks before boldly swinging her leg over my shoulder, opening herself up to me even more, and I bite back a groan athow wet and perfect her pussy is right in front of me. My mouth waters at the sight. I take it back, I’m not going to be able to stop even before I’ve had a taste.
Her hand slides into my short hair on the top of my head, gripping the strands. “Then you better get started.”
