Chapter 22

Autumn

As soon as he placed me on the bed, he stood up and looked down at me like he could devour me whole. I would let him, too, knowing how good he’d make me feel in the process. It was easy to be with him, and I knew damned well that it was me who could get addicted to him. Of course, he wasn’t what I would consider an unhealthy habit, either.

He pulled down his shorts and was naked, his proud cock jutting forward in need of attention. He took it into his hand and gave it a stroke. “Undress for me. I want to watch.”

I gave him a devilish smile and then slowly peeled the thin silk up over my head as my nipples tightened in the chilled air.

“Take off your panties. Slide them down for me, nice and slow.”

I hooked my thumbs in my panties and then slipped them down, slowly taking them to my knees and then pulling my legs free one at a time. Then I laid flat, my knees pressing together and scissoring back and forth as the anticipation built.

“Touch yourself.” I was surprised at the request, and yet, totally turned on as I slipped my hand down and cupped my short-trimmed mound and spread my lips to touch my clit.

“You’re so beautiful. Can you feel how beautiful you are, Autumn?” His voice was low and rough, and it sent chills through me that had me closing my eyes. “Look at me. Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours.” I did as he requested and then slipped my hands up to cup my breasts as he stepped between my legs. “You’re so sexy I don’t know where I want to start first.”

He reached down and rested his fingers on my mound. His thumb found its way to my clit and stroked it, applying pressure as he rubbed it, causing me to hiss in a breath of air.

“That feels so good,” I moaned.

“I always want to make you feel good, Autumn, and if I’m ever failing to do that, you better tell me, do you understand?” His voice was more commanding than usual, but not because of any ego. He was simply concerned for my well-being and pleasure.

“Yes, Emmett. I will. And you’ll do the same for me?” I wanted us to have open communication, which was something Jason and I lacked together.

Looking at Emmett standing naked before me, it was apparent that Jason lacked in more ways than one, and I thought of how sore I’d been from the first time with him, which was even rougher than Jason had been on my virginity.

“You could never fail me.” He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips so soft that I could barely feel his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he rested his body on me, his hips grinding hard against me.

“I want to make you come first. Will you let me pleasure you, Autumn?”

“Yes, please.” I gave him another kiss, and then he pulled away and slipped down between my legs where his lips fell upon my center.

I moaned out in pleasure as he worked me over, and it wasn’t long before I found myself enthralled with pleasure. He didn’t let up a single bit, which was the hottest form of torture ever. I came so hard and so long that my toes curled, and it continued to quake through me even more as he inserted two fingers into my mouth for me to suck.

Knowing where he would place them, I got them good and soft with moisture and then cried out with pleasure as he slipped them inside me and brushed against my tender bud. He stroked my G-spot with pressure, and the next orgasm practically soaked his hand.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He fell upon me, licking and sucking, drinking at me like I was the most delicious delicacy he’d ever tasted. Then he cupped my ass, lifting my hips as he licked me all the way to my tight star. His tongue danced around my ass, and even though Jason had tried to take it a time or two, I had never been cooperative enough to let him complete the task. He’d hurt me the first time he tried it, and I’d never forgotten the pain.

I didn’t protest with Emmett, though. He had done a good job of making me comfortable, and even though he was much larger and it was obviously going to take a lot more work, I was content to let him try. He pressed his tongue against my hole and then licked it all around, pushing in and out of it before slipping his pinkie inside.

I moaned out, and he stopped and looked down at me. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” I shook my head and relaxed my body to give it to him. He pumped his arm, the fingers moving in and out of me as the pleasure built. Soon, I was so wet I could hear the juices coming from me, and he pulled his hand free and nudged his way between my legs, where he stepped forward and centered his cock at my entrance.

“I want to hold you close.” He pulled me forward and wrapped his arms around my back as he sank his cock deep, but not all the way. He stopped and kissed me, his lips trembling against mine as his hips thrust in and out of me.

It was hot and feverish, passionate. After a minute, he laid us back and then rolled us over where I sat astride him, bouncing myself for all I was worth on his thick cock.

“That’s so good, Autumn. Ride me.”

I rolled my hips, riding and grinding against him as he caressed my breasts. The sex was raw and dirtier than the time before, and it was fine with me. I even liked the hint of perspiration on his brow. I wanted it to be intense, and I had never felt more alive than when I was with him.

I rode through another wave of passion as my next orgasm ripped through me, so intensely that I let out a squeal of pleasure.

“I love the sounds you make.” He smiled big and then rose up to take me into his arms. Before I knew it, he was standing with me, taking me to the bathroom where he turned on the shower and then placed my ass against the cold sink as the water warmed. He didn’t let that stop him, though, and he thrust his cock in and out of me as he kissed my breasts. Then he pulled free, and I caught a glimpse of his thick, swollen cock, which made my mouth water.

He took my hand, and I moved away from the counter with him to the shower. The water was steaming up the room because it was so hot, and he reached in and adjusted it a little more before stepping inside and taking me with him.

The warm water rushed over my body as I stepped under the spray, and he held me close. I turned and put my back to him. He reached down, and suddenly, he was stroking me from behind, his fingers working me as his other hand centered his cock at my entrance. “Put your hands on the wall and tilt that ass to me.”

I held my breath, eagerly anticipating what was coming next. He stepped forward, rubbing my pussy with his fingers buried deep, and then he pulled them free, and his cock took their place in one swift thrust.

He filled me up from behind, and then his hips thrust wildly, his head stroking my G-spot with each pass, and I orgasmed so hard that my knees went weak. I pressed my face to the glass and closed my eyes. He held me up and continued to pound his big cock inside me as I milked him. Then he pulled free, his hot jets shooting against my lower back.

As crazy as it sounded, I didn’t want him to pull out. I was on the pill, and even though I knew he was just precautious, I needed him to claim me in that way, to take back what Jason had taken so many years ago and claim me as his.

“I wish this tub was bigger. I’d make you bathe with me, but for now, this will have to do.” He reached over to the soap and squirted a bit into his hands before lathering me up. Then he caressed every inch of me.

“I’m not ready to be clean.” I pushed his hands away and reached for his cock, which was hard as a rock. “You don’t seem ready, either.”

“It’s late, and I didn’t think you’d want me to keep you all night.”

“I’m not ready to go; I want to stay and finish this.” I pumped his cock, and he hissed through his teeth as he met my eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” I fell to my knees, took him into my mouth, and gave him a long, hard suck. Then I worked him over good, taking him deeper as I reached down and rubbed my swollen clit.

Sometime later, he lifted me up and kissed my mouth. “You’re too good to me, but I want to make you feel good, too.” He eased me back against the wall farthest from the spray and lifted my legs up as he centered himself and pushed deep into my channel.

His cock filled me, stretching me to my limits. It was then that I realized how sensitive it had gotten from earlier, and I welcomed the pain, knowing what kind of pleasure he would bring to me.

This time, I wasn’t going to let him pull away, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles around his ass as it pumped back and forth.

He met my eyes. “No complaining about being dead in the morning. I tried to behave.”

“It will be a welcome exhaustion, I promise.”

His strong arms held me tight, and the shower wall bit into my skin just a bit, no doubt leaving its impression. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky to be with him again as I looked at his chest. And suddenly, a vain thought entered my head: He survived for me.

He moaned, and I felt him start to pull away, but I gripped him tighter. “No, don’t leave me ever again.” He searched my eyes and then made love to my mouth with his as he came, filling me up and making me his own.

“You’re more than I could wish for. I don’t know why I ever let you get away.”

“I don’t regret my life,” I said as he put me back on my feet. “If I hadn’t gone with Jason, if I hadn’t married him and endured all of that pain, then I wouldn’t have had Penelope. And even though I hate Jason for all of his shit, he did one right thing: he gave me her.”

“I know, Autumn.” He pulled me close and held me for a while, the two of us under the heavy spray as if it could wash away all the time and space between us and make us both clean and new.

I finally stepped away, and we cleaned up. Then he brought me to his bed where I stayed the night, lying in his arms, even though I had every intention of getting up as soon as he was asleep. I planned on heading back to my house so I could wake Penelope up for school, but the next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes to the sun.