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Together, they freed his hard-on from the confines of his slacks. His head fell back against the bench when Emma rolled the condom down his thick shaft. She would have stroked him, toyed with him until he was desperate and wild. But there was no time for gentleness or play now, only reckless desire.
Niko gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as Emma positioned herself over his broad crown. She pulled her underwear to the side and took a shaky breath as she lined him up with the wet heat of her entrance. She was already slick and ready for him with a greediness that scared her. Easing down, she accepted the first inch and then another and another until she was impaled on his throbbing cock.
She watched in fascination as the cords on his neck stood out as if he was in great pain. She took a moment to give her muscles time to soften around him, and Niko used the seconds to fasten himself on her other breast.
Slowly, achingly, Emma began to ride. The pull at her breast echoed in her now full channel, promising pleasure too intense to prepare for. She took what she wanted, and still it wasn’t enough. She needed more, and it was terrifying, but she wasn’t stopping. Not now. Not tonight. She wanted this more than she wanted to be safe.
The heat built and built until Emma felt like the sun had come out to bake them both under its rays. He was carrying her to the sun, burning away everything but ecstasy.
Every stroke, every nuzzle, every pull of his mouth, sparked an awareness so intense, Emma thought she might not survive. Everything was so clear here, possessed by him, adored by him.Thiswas exactly right.
She took them both higher and higher, riding harder, faster, until neither could catch their breath. Wild and free. She let her body do what it was made to do.
The light inside her was breaking apart, and she felt the build. It was happening, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Emma felt herself close and tighten on him. The pained groan that rumbled in his chest told her he was with her. Harder and faster, they chased it together. Until under the moon and stars, they came apart around each other. Like lightning striking through her over and over, Emma shattered around Niko’s swollen cock as he released into her, desperate sighs and moans mixing with the night noises.
She quaked around him with a never-ending orgasm that shattered her to pieces. Gasping for breath against his chest, Emma tried to come back to earth.
“Not done. Need more,” Niko demanded. He lifted her off of him and groaned when his still hard cock slid free.
He put her hands on the bench’s back and closed his fingers over hers. “Hang on,” he ordered.
Emma bent forward and gasped when he drove into her from behind. How could she want him again so soon? She could still feel aftershocks, yet her greedy center was begging for more.
Niko gripped her hip and palmed one of her breasts as he worked himself in and out of her. “You feel so good, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”
He wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t want him to be. She liked this needy side of him, knowing that he wanted and craved her as much as she did him. Emma spread her feet wider, and he groaned his approval. Her senses were so full of him, his scent, the slick slide of his flesh against hers, the taste of him still on her lips. This was special, this was once-in-a-lifetime, and Emma was beyond grateful that he was hers for tonight.
Harder and harder he thrust into her to the hilt. Emma bit her lip hard to keep quiet though she wanted to let loose a stream of pleading cries. She wanted to come again, tightening on him as he flexed into her, losing himself in her depths. She wanted that joining, that closeness that nothing else would ever accomplish.
There was nothing in the world that she wanted as badly as that.
“You’re going to come with me,” Niko demanded, slipping the hand at her breast between her legs and stroking her wet slit. “There it is,” he growled. The pads of his fingers found her, working her until she saw nothing but light in the darkness.
“Now, Emmaline. Now,” he whispered harshly. The first pump of his orgasm ripped her over the edge with him. Her vision went black as she came violently on his cock and fingers. He rode out his own orgasm, using her body to milk himself dry.
He spun them around so he could cradle her in his lap. Emma was shivering, but it wasn’t from cold. It was from being hurtled into the heavens and not knowing if she could find her way home. Seeming to understand, Niko wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest, anchoring her to him.
Emma closed her eyes and let the rest of her senses slowly come back to life. She could smell him, that spicy woodsy scent that drove her insane. The beat of his heart was steadying itself back to a normal rhythm under her ear.
“Niko?”
“Yeah, baby?” He stroked a hand through her hair, gently, reverently.
“I’m never going to look at this bench the same way again.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Emma had decided that they could make their public debut at Blue Moon’s Annual Farmers Market Showcase and Knit Off. The juxtaposition of a public debut in Blue Moon versus New York was, on the surface, remarkably similar. The couple would appear in public together, and then gossip would run rampant. However, instead of the city’s rabid appetite for sordid affairs, Blue Moon rooted for happily ever afters one new couple at a time.
He’d been warned, by Emma, Summer, and most of the Pierce family about the interfering ways of the Beautification Committee. And when no marital manipulation attempts were made in his direction, Niko wondered if perhaps the town felt he was not marriage material. Instead, the whole town seemed to be working overtime to convince him that Blue Moon was the destination of his dreams.
If he dreamed in Technicolor tie-dye.
And wasn’t it interesting that after just a few weeks in town, his natural avoidance of monogamy and planning for the future had given way to a curiosity about such things?
The late May sun warmed Niko’s back as he guided his bike down Blue Moon’s eclectic streets to Emma’s place. Since she’d decided they’d be making their debut, he’d decided they should do it in style. Carter had bet him twenty bucks he wouldn’t get Emma on the back of the bike. Summer already knew better than to bet against Niko and put her money on him instead.
He parked against the curb and followed the curving brick walkway around the side of Beckett and Gia’s stately Victorian to the backyard.
