Page 68 of Tasting Fire
He skimmed his lips from the hollow of her throat up her neck, such a vulnerable and beautiful part of the human body. But Emmy, soft with his own scent on her skin, did him in.
“Cash.” Gently, lovingly, Emmy took his face in her hands. “This is real. This is us.”
Us.One of the most powerful two-letter words known to man. They were in this together, he and Emmy.
Her kiss was soft and erotic, with the slow play of her tongue against his. What he felt in this moment, for her, grew until it consumed him. He loved her.
Had never stopped.
But it was too soon in this fragile new relationship they were forming to admit his feelings. Doing that could scare Emmy away, and that was the absolute last thing he wanted.
So it made sense to keep his mouth busy loving her in a different way.
He bent to her breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth. As plump as ripe blackberries and twice as sweet, her nipples became the current center of his universe. The harder he drew on her skin, the more she tried to move her hips.
She rippled around him and her hands came up to push against his shoulders for leverage. “I need…”
“I know what you need.” He pushed apart her knees and urged her to brace her feet against the headboard. The position opened her up and changed the angle to allow for deeper penetration.
Her eyes popped open at the sensation. “Holy…”
“Take me, Emmy.” What he really wanted to say wasTake me again, this time as I am.But for now, her body taking his would have to do.
It didn’t take her long to establish a rhythm. The beauty of this position from Cash’s vantage point was that he could look down and see her body accepting his cock.
The most erotic game of hide-and-seek in the world.
He could watch it forever if his body wasn’t clamoring for release. With every back-and-forth motion, the friction of her slickness against him made his heart boom and his body tense.
He wrapped an arm around her back. “Lean back a little. I’ve got you.”
She did, putting the weight of her body in his control. Putting herself in his hands.
Cash licked his thumb and positioned it between their bodies and against her clitoris. Every time she rocked against him, his thumb brushed her clit until she was moaning and shaking around him.
Her rhythm lost its smoothness so he said, “Touch yourself.” He grabbed her hips and sucked the two fingers she put against his lips.
Then he watched the way she used them to form a tight vee around her clit as he lifted her up and down on his cock.
“Cash, I… oh, oh, oh fuck.”
The sexy obscenity and the haze in her eyes punched through his body, ripping through his control. When her muscles clenched around him, he let the haze take him, too.
Let the rush of what he felt for Emmy surge from him to her.
