Page 51 of Interference
She runs her hand down her body until I can feel it between us. She starts to move it, pressing against my cock as she plays with herself.
“Emery,” I growl.
“It feels good, but it could feel better. Make me feel better, Brett.”
She is a fucking temptress. Still, I know this has meant more to me than her for a long time. I can’t go there again. Not with my kid involved now.
“I’ll make you feel good, Em, but I won’t have sex with you. Not like this,” I tell her.
She nods, her eyes falling closed as she lets out a little moan.
Fuck, I want to own all of her moans.
Moving back from her, I push the blankets off of us. Then I crawl down her body to where her hands are still playing with herself. I grab her hand, pulling it out before sucking her fingers into my mouth to clean them off. Then I peel her panties down her legs, and she doesn’t hesitate to help me.
I toss them to the side, then fit myself between her legs. I take it slow at first. Wanting to savor the taste of her. It’s something I have always done because I never know which time will be thelast. I hate that everything with her feels like it’s slipping out of my hands.
I want her forever.
I guess I got her in a sense, but not the way I had hoped.
Pushing all my thoughts aside, I focus on her. She’s the only thing that matters. I would give her anything if she asked. Even if it meant cutting an organ from my own body so she could live, I would do it with a fucking smile on my face as I took my last breath.
So in this moment, I give her another piece of me as I lick her pussy like it is the last thing I’ll do. I lick and suck her clit, making her moan out loud. When I know she’s close, I back away, letting her come back down. I do this twice more, loving how her hands in my hair become more frantic with each time I edge her.
“Brett.” It comes out almost as a whine that’s how high-pitched her moan is.
I smile to myself. She is right there. I could push her over.
So I do. I give in and give her the pleasure she is chasing. I press two fingers inside of her without warning, curling them up as I assault her clit with my tongue.
When she comes, she covers my face with her release. Her entire body is trembling with her orgasm as her hands tug at my hair. I’ll probably have a couple of thin spots in the morning, but feeling her body clench against my fingers and tense against my body before it relaxes completely is worth it. It’s something I will never get used to.
It’s a gift. One I will always cherish.
I kiss her thighs as she comes down from her high. Then I pull my fingers from her before sucking them clean. Standing from the bed, I grab the blankets and put them over her. Then I grab the closest piece of clothing from my dresser and wipe my face off.
When I climb back into bed, Emery seeks me out immediately. I want to believe this is how it could always be for us. I could give her midnight orgasms and wake up in her arms the next day.
We could have forever.
It’s a pipe dream, though. My girl is cagey. She has spent so long focused on one dream, I don’t think she realizes that life is passing her by. I would never want to get in the way of that dream for her though. I only want to be part of it.
I caress her hair as her breathing starts to even out. She is the most beautiful woman in the world, and she doesn’t even know it. She has no clue how much of my heart she already owns.
I’m afraid that when she is done with me for good, I’ll never recover.
My hand finds her stomach.
At least I’ll get to keep a piece of her when she goes. No matter what, Emery and I will always have this baby.
That is going to need to be enough for me.
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Arms are wrapped around me, holding me close. His chest is plastered against my back. His heart beats in sync with mine. Every so often, I can feel the baby hairs on the top of my head move as he breathes in and out.
This is nice.
