“Emma,” Pierce said and the sound of my name from that deep baritone voice pulled me out of the blissful state I was receding into. “Don’t you go into a coma yet.” He grinned. “We’re not done.”

He stripped the rest of his clothes quickly, discarding them on the chair before he wrapped his hands around my hips, tugging me to the edge of the bed. His tongue landed at my clit, lapping in short flicks and I was so sensitive. So utterly and completely overtaken by sensation that I tried to push him away. “I-I can’t. It’s too soon.”

He ignored me and slid a finger deep inside me, hitting the knot of nerves. “It’s not too soon,” he said, then reaching for the nightstand, he pulled out a condom and placed it beside us on the bed.

“Wait,” I whispered and reached a hand out, grasping his dick. I dragged my thumb up the heavy vein on the underside and circled it over his thick tip. “You promised I could taste you.”

He let out a satisfied grunt as I squeezed in him my palm. When he didn’t tell me no, I scrambled to my knees, licking my lips. Then, with a quick look up, I tasted him, licking from root to tip, watching the way his eyes darkened, dilating in the low light of the room. His jaw twitched and I closed my eyes wrapping my mouth around his head, hollowing my cheeks and slowly pushing him all the way to the back of my throat.

His hands flew to my hair, dragging his fingers through the strands. “Fuck,” he hissed. He reached down, trailing his fingers over my breasts in light, teasing circles before he pinched each nipple hard.

I jerked my pelvis forward and sucked him harder, faster until he was hitting the back of my throat with each impossibly deep thrust of his hips.

With a gasp, he tore himself away from my lips and breathed deeply. “I have to fuck you now or we’ll never make it,” he said. He ripped the condom wrapper, and sheathed his dick in the latex before climbing over top of my body.

He paused, his lips hovering just above mine. “How do you feel, Emma?”

I swallowed, unsure of how honest to be. But screw it. The man already knew my sad sexual history, the fact that I’d been left at the altar, and he’d seen my vibrator up close and personal. “I feel like… I’m not me right now,” I answered quietly. “This is something the old Emma Cochran would never do.”

His eyes softened and with the way the nearly set sun was slicing across half his face, it looked like he was wearing a mask. “If you want to stop, you just say the word. We can go and enjoy a quiet dinner together instead. Fully clothed.”

I smiled and dragged my fingers down the rasp of his stubble like I’d been wanting to do since the moment I first saw him. “No, I want to do this. I want to be someone else right now. Or at least… a different version of me.” I kind of like this girl I was becoming. She’s bolder. Asked for what she wanted. And maybe more importantly, made it clear what she didn’t want.

With my admission, Pierce leaned down, kissing me. His tongue probed my lips open, and he licked a slow line in my mouth like he was savoring me. I could taste myself on him and though it was unusual, it wasn’t altogether unpleasant. Even as he pulled back, his lips lingered there just a moment longer, leaving me breathless. I felt that kiss down in my soul. Some deeper connection to him that I wasn’t sure if it was just some chemical reaction to finally coming in front of a man or something… more. I couldn’t explain what it was. But right now? It felt so right… so good being here with him and I didn’t want to dwell on anything else.

I opened my legs wider and angled my hips toward his cock, jutting toward me and I was suddenly struck with how achingly empty my sex felt. I was desperate for him. He fisted his cock and positioned himself at my wet entrance, sliding it up and down over my clit before pressing against my sex and driving inside.

He paused, filling me and my moan of pleasure was met with his growl. He stretched me, filling my deliciously tight pussy and my hands fisted the comforter as I lifted my hips in an effort to take more.

He slid himself out slowly and then thrusted hard back into me before reaching between us and stroking my clit.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him harder, deeper as his hips moved fluidly against me. Slick. In and out. Holy hell it felt amazing. My clit was hard and sensitive and each stroke of his finger sent urgent pulses firing to my core.

He pushed faster, harder, pumping in and out of me in quick, but expertly controlled movements. Then, his hips started circling. With each thrust in, he punctuated it with a roll of his hips. His eyes were on me, urgent and needy and I was right there with him.

A fog of pleasure jolted through my body and before I knew what was happening or could explain it, my body was trembling.

“Oh, God,” I cried out and my hands flew to his shoulders, bracing against him.

“Stay with me baby. Come with me.”

His command was the nudge over the edge I needed. I exploded around his cock and as he groaned, I nipped his throat, licking the vibrations as we both jerked and slowed.

The room spun around us and I watched as he lowered me back to the bed, scraping his palm down over his stubble. “I’m not usually that fast,” he admitted sheepishly and I loved that I had a small view of his vulnerable side. If even for a moment. “Next time we’ll take our time.”

I swallowed. “Next time?”

“Yes. Next time. If you’re up for it.” He slid off of me, discarding the condom in the waste can, then taking my hand, he tugged me to my feet. “But first… food. We need some dinner to reenergize.”

I smirked as he handed me my dress and I slipped it up my body. “Reenergize for what?” I asked, fully knowing the answer.

“Dessert.”