Page 35 of Saving His Heart
“You beckoned?” I can’t control my smart ass mouth sometimes.
“I’ve seen your medical chart, Pres. I know you’re clean. Do you trust me?”
“Jesus,” it comes out in a whoosh. “So fucking much, and I had a vasectomy when I was twenty-two. I wasn’t willing to pass my heart issue onto another generation.”
Something like sadness clouds her vision before she hides it. For the first time in my life, I can almost envision a life with kids. It’s a stark reminder that my time is limited. Trying to brush reality to the wayside, I climb onto the bed next to her.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, Preston.”
I don’t wait for another invitation. With my lips on hers, I gently press her into the bed. Holding my weight above her, I lower my gaze to watch as I slide into her with just my tip because holy shit, she’s tight. Raising my head, I observe her, waiting for any signs of pain, and feel immense relief when all I see is her beautiful face with hooded eyes.
I push another inch, gliding back and forth to open her when she raises her legs. Hooking them at the knees with my arms, I lift her just enough to slide in fully.
“Oh, oooh—”
“Deep breaths, baby.” I don’t move. I barely breathe myself as she adjusts to my size. Licking my thumb, I then make slow circles around her clit to help her body adjust. Within seconds, she is rocking against me.Thank God.
“Are you ready for me to move?”
“Yes. Yes, Preston, I’m ready.”
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I grin and pull back. A light sheen has covered her body, and I want to lick her everywhere. Slamming back in, I lower my mouth and do just that. Lapping at her little pink nipple, I stay rooted as far as I can go and start to grind. The moans that slip from her lips tell me how much she likes it.
I raise my face to hers. “Do you like that, Emory? Do you like me buried so deep inside of you? Filling you to the hilt?”
“I’ve never felt anything like this, Preston. I think I’m going to come again,” she says in a rush.
Straightening, I raise her legs higher, resting one on each of my shoulders as I begin to really move. Her body is already a vice on my dick, but I see stars myself when she starts to spasm. Nothing has ever felt this good, squeezed my cock this tight, or felt this right before. Sweat is sliding down my back as I pick up the pace, and she combusts.
“Emory, Jesus.” I can’t form sentences. I’m pounding into her, but I attempt to hold back just enough that I don’t hurt her. Then she wraps her legs around my back and pulls me in farther, and the last of my control slips. Her body is convulsing around me, and I’m a prisoner to sensation.
“God, Ems, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect,” I say in between thrusts.
“I think I’m going to pass out,” she admits when I feel her body tensing again.
“Come with me, Emory. On my cock. Right now, come now.”
She’s shaking her head back and forth.
“I know you can, Emory, now.” I lower my hand to work her little bundle of nerves again. No sooner do I connect with her heated flesh when her body goes rigid, and I give one last thrust, coming so hard my eyes roll to the back of my head.
When I come to my senses, I glance down at Emory and am assaulted by feelings I’ve worked ten years to hide.Why would God give her to me now?The thought is too real, too harsh, so I do the only thing I can … I run. Getting out of bed, I grab a wet cloth to clean her up.
I need busy work before my mind runs in directions it shouldn’t. Tasks keep me focused, but Emory is out cold when I return to the bed, and she takes my breath away for the hundredth time today. I don’t take my eyes off of her as I clean her up and chuckle as she moans about not being able to walk. When I’ve done all I can, I slide in next to her, pulling her so close I can’t tell where her body ends and where mine begins.
Emory doesn’t wake until we touch down in North Carolina, but I lie awake, barely blinking, and memorize every inch of the woman in my arms.
Chapter 14
Emory
I’m quiet but antsy on the car ride back to our apartments. Thank God we have our own space for a little while longer. I need some time alone to process the best freaking sex I’ve ever had in my life.That is not how sex is. Is it?It was definitely never like that with Donny. Even thinking that man’s names makes me shiver.
“Are you cold?” Preston asks. He has not left my side since we exited the airplane. In fact, he hasn’t let me out of his reach. He held my hand on the tarmac walking to the car and now has a heavy hand resting on my knee while he scrolls his phone with the other.
“Hmm? Oh, no. Just thinking,” I say absentmindedly.
