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I felt the flicker of her orgasm spark to life, her walls contracting around me, and she dug her nails into my back as her body stiffened and her legs started to shake.
“Alex,” she whimpered. “I’m coming.”
“I know, baby,” I said, trying hard to hold my own orgasm for a little longer so I could keep this going.
Her walls squeezed me hard as she came on my cock, and I groaned at how fucking amazing it felt.
Then, when she was ready for more, I took her right leg in my hand and lifted it onto my shoulder. I did the same with her left leg. Then, holding myself steady over her, I started to thrust into her again, only this time, it was deeper. So much deeper. And I went harder, fucking her into the mattress as the bed slammed against the wall.
The feeling of being inside her was beyond anything I’d ever felt before. It was fucking intense and so intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough. My orgasm was close now, she was gripping my cock so tightly, it was taking every ounce of control to keep going.
I peered down at where I was penetrating her, watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy. And seeing how well we moved together, at how incredible she felt, it sent me spiralling over the edge.
“I’m so close,” I cried. “Come for me,” I begged, wanting us to climax at the same time.
She rocked her hips against me, and as her walls fluttered again, I lost it, coming hard inside her as she came too. Hot spurts of my cum filled her as she cried out and squeezed me inresponse. I kept thrusting, wanting to milk every last drop of our orgasms. To savour every spark and explosion of ecstasy.
As we started to come down from our high, and I rested over her body, holding her in my arms and telling her what a good girl she’d been, I knew, my obsession with Emma had entered a whole new chapter. In fact, this woman was no longer my obsession. She was my whole fucking world.
“I don’t think you’ll be getting any sleep tonight,” I said, and she gave a little laugh in response. “We’re going to be fucking a lot.”
“I knew coming in here was a good idea,” she mused, nuzzling into me as my cock stayed buried inside her.
“It was the best thing you’ve ever done.”
Eventually, I pulled out of her, instantly missing her warmth. I reached over to the bedside table for some tissues, then I told her to wait a moment, as I went to the bathroom to fetch a damp cloth and a towel.
I took my time cleaning her up: I wanted to do it. I pressed the warm, wet cloth against her pussy and had to hold myself back from diving right back into her again, losing myself in her soft, wet warmth.
Then, I held her and stroked her hair until she fell asleep on my chest, and in all the thirty-two years I’d been on this planet, I realised I’d never felt as content as I did right now.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
EMMA
In between exhaustion-induced fits of sleep, Alex and I spent the night making up for lost time and fucking like rabbits.
When I eventually woke up the next morning, I yawned and stretched to try and ease some of the aches I felt in my body. But despite all the extra nocturnal activities, I’d had the best sleep I’d had in a long time. And I didn’t sleep with the lights on. Having Alex close was all I needed to make me feel safe.
I reached out in the bed to find Alex, but he wasn’t there, and hearing the sound of a shower, I knew exactly where he’d be.
Lazily, I sat up and then swung my legs off the side of the bed and stood up. I walked to the end of the bed and picked up the shirt that Alex had taken off and thrown onto the floor the previous night. I put it on but left it unbuttoned.
The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and I padded across the bedroom to stand in the doorway.
And there he was.
Standing with his back to me, naked under the shower.
I quietly watched him from the doorway as he stood with his head forward, letting the water cascade over him. Just like his arms and chest, his back was also tattooed, with what looked like a weeping or fallen angel with her wings spread out. I could seethe pride tattoo on his arm, his muscles flexing as he rubbed the shower gel into his skin.
This man was stunning, and I couldn’t help salivating over the fact that he had such a nice ass. I was so engrossed in enjoying the show that when he said, “Are you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you gonna join me?” I physically jumped.
He turned to face me with a cheeky grin. Then, when he saw that I was wearing his shirt, his expression turned darker. His eyes narrowing on me as he licked his lips and took a deep breath.
“Take the shirt off, Emma, and get the fuck in here now,” he commanded.
Slowly, I let it fall from my shoulders onto the floor and walked across the bathroom into the shower to join him.
