CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - EMILY
Sarah rested her little nose against my jaw as I carried her slowly up the stairs. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, and I held her close, smiling at how small and fragile she felt in my arms.
When I laid her down in her bed, she snuggled under her blankets and rolled over to face the window, her eyes still closed and her mind blissfully free of all worries. I smiled as I tucked her in, enjoying the small moment of innocence with her.
“Hey, you,” Sean said from the doorway.
I spun around and smiled, happy to see his eyes were clear now. He’d seemed so preoccupied in the car and at the zoo. Something was on his mind, but I didn’t want to pry. Now, his smile was genuine, and his blue eyes were full of nothing but exhaustion and happiness.
“Did Tommy stay down?” I asked as I walked over to him.
“Yeah.” Sean nodded. “They’re both wiped out. It was a long day for them.”
“I think they had fun,” I said, turning to smile at Sarah as she slept. “They seemed to, anyway.”
“They loved it,” Sean said, reassuring me. “You had an amazing idea.”
We moved into the hallway but didn’t yet go downstairs. We could hear Philip moving around in the kitchen. I didn’t know what Sean was thinking, but I wanted to be alone with him, even for just a second.
He wrapped me in his arms and pulled me against his chest. I sighed and sunk into him, holding him just as tightly. I remembered the look on his face as he walked through the zoo earlier. He smiled when the kids asked him a question or when I pointed something out to him, but other than that, he stayed quiet, locked up in his own head. His mind was obviously somewhere else, but when I asked what was wrong, he just said “nothing” and walked away.
Part of me wanted to ask him about it, but I knew I shouldn’t. Sean was a private person, and he was only just starting to open himself to me. If I pushed too hard, he would pull away, and it would ruin all the progress we’d made so far.
Plus, it might have been a huge turn off for him. After I spent all day lusting after him, eager to relive our sexual encounter from last night, I didn’t want to do or say anything that might stand in the way of that.
Sean kissed the top of my head and breathed in my scent. I loved when he did that. It not only made me feel safe, but it stirred my smoldering desire into hungry flames. My stomach tightened, and I felt heat grow between my legs. I groaned and wiggled against him, wishing there weren’t any clothes to separate us from each other.
“I like it when you’re like this,” I said, leaning back to look in his eyes.
“Like what?” he asked with a frown.
“Happy,” I said simply. “Not brooding and moody.”
“I’m brooding and moody?” he asked, laughing softly.
“Sometimes,” I said. “I much prefer you this way, though.”
I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. He kissed me back and tightened his arms around my body. The heat between my legs grew hotter, and I moaned against him, knowing I wouldn’t be able to control myself much longer.
“You know what cures my moodiness, don’t you?” he asked suggestively.
“What’s that?” I whispered.
He raised his eyebrows and grinned playfully. He dropped his arms from around me and took my hand, pulling me toward the stairs. I laughed lightly and stopped him before we reached the steps.
“Philip is still awake,” I said. “He’ll see us go past.”
“So?” Sean asked with a shrug. “He’ll get over it.”
I laughed again and let Sean lead me down the stairs and across the living room. I glanced at Philip as we passed, but he was walking onto the back patio with a beer in his hand, oblivious that we were anywhere around. With a grin, I skipped and pushed Sean faster, hurrying him toward his bedroom.
“Someone’s eager,” he said.
“I’ve been waiting all day to be alone with you,” I said, my voice a soft whine. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He growled and pulled me into his room, closing the door softly behind him. He locked it, and his eyes immediately changed from playful to hungry as he walked over to me. I backed up, making him follow me to his bed. When I sat down, he stepped up in front of me and grabbed my face, tilting it up to press his lips against mine.
I moaned deeply and let him slide his tongue in my mouth. His kiss was more urgent than before, more desperate. He moved his lips frantically over mine, tasting me and making me forget my own name. I moaned again, and my panties were soaked. My cheeks were flushed, and the skin beneath my shirt was hot.
Pulling away from him, I grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it up, revealing his rippling abs and sculpted chest. He threw the shirt to the floor and then kissed me again. I ran my fingers down his stomach, feeling every ridge of his muscles. He was so fit and so damn sexy that I moaned again. He hadn’t yet touched any part of my body that wasn’t my face or my neck and yet, I was on fire. I wanted him so badly I could barely breathe.
I yanked back desperately and threw my shirt off. He growled and grabbed me again, moving his hands to my back and unhooking my bra. In one motion, he threw the bra to the floor and forced me to my back, his hands already searching for the waistband of my pants.
I was breathing heavily as he tore my jeans from my body, pulling my panties along with them. My body finally felt free, but it wasn’t enough.
“Come here,” I said breathlessly.
He stripped his own pants and boxers off and then climbed onto the bed beside me. Our bodies collided in an instant, neither of us slowing down for a single second. I gave my body over to him completely, eager for him to take me in any way he wanted.
Sean rolled on top of me and pinned me to the bed, lifting my arms above my head and holding them there with one hand. He kissed my lips and then trailed his tongue down my neck to my chest. He flicked it across my nipples, one at a time. The sensation was so intense that I felt myself growing wetter by the second.
With his free hand, Sean spread my legs roughly apart and massaged my clit. Last night, he took things slow, letting me get used to everything he did. Tonight was different. He moved fast with need.
He rubbed my clit furiously, slipping his fingers inside me every so often. I moaned and writhed beneath him, straining against his strong hands.
“I need to touch you,” I said, begging him to release me.
“No.” His voice was firm as he continued to work my body over.
His teeth grazed my nipples, and his fingers flew across my clit. My entire body was shaking so hard that my tits were bouncing. Sean stared at them in awe and moved his hand faster. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that my orgasm snuck up on me.
Suddenly, my toes curled and my hips shot up as a cry escaped my lips. I moaned so loudly that Sean kissed me deeply to smother the sound. His fingers never slowed between my legs, making the orgasm last longer than I thought possible.
“Oh my God,” I said, moaning deeply when he finally released my lips.
There was a fire in my gut that I’d never felt before. I looked up at Sean and let my body take over. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him, rubbing my sopping wet pussy along the length of his cock. He groaned and threw his head back. His hands wrapped around my ass and lifted me slightly, guiding me toward the tip of his ready dick.
I didn’t need guidance, though. The second I felt him poke at my entrance, I slammed myself down on top of him. I gasped at the way he filled me so completely. My body reacted on its own, and my hips rocked back and forth, hard and fast.
Sean’s eyes widened as I rode him. His grip on my ass never slackened, and his eyes devoured my bouncing tits and flat stomach. Reaching up, I tore my hair from its bun and let my curls cascade down my back and over my shoulders.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Sean said breathlessly. “Holy shit, Emily.”
I closed my eyes and rode him harder than ever, throwing myself forward and back with a power I didn’t know I possessed. His groans turned into growls as he took in the sight of me on top of him. I could see how much he wanted me in his eyes, and it fueled my own desire.
“Harder, baby,” I told him, begging him to take me.
He didn’t need any encouragement. He grabbed my hips and thrust himself upward, slamming into me desperately. With the first thrust, I cried out and rode him harder. We met each other’s rhythm easily, never slowing or losing our desperate need for more.
“Oh God!” I cried out, unable to control myself. “Sean. Sean!”
“Come for me, baby,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Come for me.”
I obeyed in an instant. My body shook violently as I continued to meet his thrusts. I fell forward, my hands pressing into his chest while he held me up and continued to pound against me. The pleasure I felt was so great that I stopped breathing for a second, unable to think or move.
Sean flipped me onto my back and threw my legs onto his shoulders, never once sliding out of me. He rammed into me over and over again, seeking his own release. My pleasure was still tingling its way through my body, and as Sean took me hard and fast, I felt myself lingering on the brink all over again.
His eyes were hungry, and his chest was glistening with sweat as his thrusts became more urgent. I came for the third time and screamed out his name.
“Holy shit, Emily,” he groaned, feeling my walls collapse around him again. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Sean shot forward, releasing his own pleasure inside me. He gripped my legs tightly and forced himself deeper, holding his breath and letting the waves of ecstasy wash over him. We froze in that position for what felt like hours, both of us just trying to catch our breath and slow our heart rates.
I never knew anything could feel so incredible. My multiple orgasms were still taking over my body in steady waves, and when Sean finally pulled out of me, I moaned and rolled to the side. My body was trembling and sweaty, and Sean’s was no different.
When he pulled me against him, I could smell the sweat dripping off his body. He kissed my shoulder, licking me slowly, and I shivered again.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispered.
“That was fucking amazing,” I said, and Sean laughed.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me closer.
I wrapped myself around him, throwing one leg over his crotch. He groaned and cupped my ass in his hand. With a squeeze, we both settled in for the night, exhausted and ready for sleep.