The sound Emily made when the orgasm hit—Christ, I’d never heard anything more beautiful. She totally abandoned herself to the moment. She didn’t put on a show, or try to fake it.

It drove me fucking wild. I felt like I was twenty-four again. Cocky and unencumbered and free.

How could I go back to numb after experiencing the sweetness of all this?

Emily’s eyes went hazy as she watched me lick her taste off my lips. She touched her finger to my mouth.

My dick pressed against my trousers. I’d never even consider asking another girl to do this. But Emily was so willing, so open minded…

“Want to know what you taste like?” I murmured.

She nodded, her hair falling over her shoulders.

Gently, I pushed my fingers deeper into her cunt. She gasped. I could still feel the echoes of her orgasm pulsing around my fingers. I bit the inside of my lip. I had to keep it together, or I’d be coming myself in two seconds flat.

She was still soaking wet and so bloody soft, my heart stopped beating for a moment.

I brought my finger to her lips. She took it into her mouth, sucking gently.

I imagined it was my cock she was sucking, her tongue swirling around its head.

I gritted my teeth. Pulled my finger out of her mouth.

Emily bit her bottom lip. She had this look on her face. This softness, this openness.

She slid her hand between us, and then she was unbuttoning my trousers, pulling them down, pulling down my boxer briefs, too. All the while her eyes never left mine.

This bloody girl was driving me crazy.

I nearly came when she wrapped her hand around my cock. I was huge, swollen and hot. She drew her thumb across a bead of pre-cum, smearing it over the head. I sucked in a breath.

She looked at me. “Fuck my mouth,” she said.

I searched her eyes. Her gaze was steady.

She trusted me.

She was really trusting me. My heart swelled. I was honored by her trust. Aroused by it, obviously. But wouldn’t I eventually have to betray that trust? Wouldn’t I eventually have to give her up?

I blinked, shoving the thought from my head. I’d think about that later. We’d already crossed so many lines tonight. We’d already made a mockery of the contract we’d signed. What did it matter what happened next? It was all wrong.

Pressing a kiss onto Em’s neck, I rose to my feet. I took my dick in my right hand and gave it a quick tug. Emily sat up, reaching for me.

She met my eyes. Leaning forward, she licked the tip of my dick before swallowing me whole.

When I hit the back of her throat, I knew I was done for. I grabbed the back of the chair and bucked my hips and thrust in her mouth, holding her head in my other hand as I moved in and out, in and out of her mouth, savage and wild and out of control.

A sense of incredible freedom washed over me. Sure, I’d gotten head plenty of times before. But it had never been like this. It had never been so coarse or so intense or so bloody sexy. I kept waiting for it to feel wrong. For my well-honed sense of duty to swoop in and ruin the moment.

But when I was with Emily, duty fell away. The things I felt for her were so big and so powerful I didn’t have room inside me for anything else. Forget obligations, the things I owed the family, the things I should do. With Emily, I was finally doing what I wanted.

Maybe recklessness wasn’t such a bad thing. Maybe I actually needed it to feel whole. Happy. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Maybe there were risks worth taking.

I looked down at her face.

Her eyes met mine. More, they said. Give me everything you’ve got.

Her mouth was hot and wet. If her mouth felt this good, I could only imagine the heaven of her pussy.

I pulled out of her mouth.

I was shaking with impatience.

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, pulled her against me. I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her deep and hard and messy, our tongues tangling as I pulled her dress off and pulled her bra down. I cupped her breast in my hand. It was full, swollen. Her nipple pebbled against my palm.

I groaned.

“You’re so responsive to me,” I said against her mouth.

Her eyelashes fluttered against my cheek. “Only to you,” she panted. “It’s not—I’m never—I’m never like this with anyone else.”

“Me neither,” I said, biting the corner of her mouth.

I knew it would never be like this with anyone else again.

My heart ached. My dick throbbed.

Everything hurt. Everything was so intense. I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t stop.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and tossed her onto the bed. The duvet sighed beneath her. Her hair, dark red in this light, spread around her head in a halo. A flush sprawled across her chest. Her tits sat high and perfect and swollen. Her skin was freckled, pale. Her eyes were on me.

Her legs were bent. They wavered together before falling apart.

She was still wearing those fuck me heels of hers.

“Kit,” she pleaded. She was reaching down, she was taking off her thong.

She was touching herself.

Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ.

I unbuttoned my shirt with hands that trembled. I made quick work of my bowtie, shoes, socks, trousers and underwear.

Emily’s eyes were as wet and aroused as her cunt as her fingers moved between her legs.

I felt like I was in a trance. I reached for my dick and gave it another tug. Emily’s eyes went dark. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, harder and harder, her hips moving against her hand.

“I want to make love to you bare,” I said. “Do we need protection?”

Her lips parted. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.”

“I am as well. I trust you, love.”

Emily’s eyes held mine for a long moment. “I trust you, too,” she whispered.

I climbed onto the bed. Climbed between Emily’s legs. I grabbed one of them and bent it, guiding her knee up to her chest. I ducked my head, took her nipple in my mouth. She moaned, arching against me.

I covered her body with mine, resting my weight on my forearm beside her head. Her fingers were still on her pussy when I reached down and guided myself into her slit. I closed my eyes, took a deep, steadying breath. She felt so good. So hot and tight and soft and swollen.

I nudged her fingers aside with the tip of my bare cock, circling it around her clit.

“Kit,” she pleaded.

I pulled back my hips, guiding my dick to her center. I knew this was going to feel good.

But I hadn’t anticipated how right it would feel, too. Emily’s eyes were on my eyes. Her body was warm underneath mine, her nipples brushing against my chest with every breath she took. She was trusting me. Devouring me. I wanted to take her. Protect her. Make her scream.

I wanted everything she was. Everything she could give me.

For a moment I fantasized that she wasn’t on the pill. That we were going to do this raw anyway because we were trying to make a baby.

Because we were starting a family.

An arrow of longing shot through my chest.

I blinked. This was too much. I was feeling too much. I open the door inside me a crack, and then this happens. I’m hit by a deluge of epic proportions.

I settled myself in the cleft of her pussy. Her hands slid around my hips, urging me closer.

I met her eyes. Then I reached up and took her hand in mine, holding it above her head. Her eyes darkened.

I love you, I wanted to say.

Em, I’ve been in love with you since forever.

I love you, but I can’t have you, and it is tearing me apart.

I reared back, careful to keep most of my weight on my arm. I felt unsteady. But I’d be damned if I hurt her.

And then I surged forward, gliding into her tight heat in a long, slow stroke. She felt so bloody perfect like this. So good that I had to close my eyes and take a breath to keep from blowing my load right then.

I grunted. Emily’s breath caught in her throat. I bent my neck and covered her mouth with mine. I didn’t waste a moment. I began to move in earnest, rolling my hips, and then she was rolling her hips, too, meeting me as I thrust into her again and again and again, slowly, deeply, her pussy’s grip on me tight and hot. I swiped my thumb across the back of her hand. She squeezed my fingers.

We moved together, our mouths catching, our breaths ragged and uneven.

The walls of her cunt fluttered. She was going to come again.

Letting her hand go, I wrapped an arm around her waist. Without leaving her, I managed to flip us over so that I was on the bottom and she was on top of me.

Emily’s eyes were wide when they met mine.

“I’m going to make you come again,” I said. “Sit up.”

She did as I told her, straddling my hips as she straightened. She was already rolling her hips against me, whimpering.

“Kit, please,” she said.

I slid my hands up her thighs. “It’s okay, love. I’ve got you.”

Emily nodded, her hair falling over her shoulders as she let her head fall back. The lips of her pussy were spread around me. I reached down and pressed my thumb to her clit. She gasped.

With my other hand, I reached up and ran my palm over her nipple. Her cunt fluttered around me again, stronger this time.

“Good?” I panted.

She nodded. “Perfect. So perfect.”

She rode me, rolling her hips harder and harder as I played with her clit with my thumb, my fingers. She begged for more with her body, abandoning herself to her hunger. Her need.

Letting this girl go was going to fucking kill me.

Her pussy was tightening now, really tightening, and I grit my teeth in anticipation.

Emily’s eyes shut. She whimpered again.

And then she came. My hands clamped around her hips as I held on for dear life. Her cunt held me in a vise-like grip as she came, and came, and kept bloody coming. Her back arched. Her fingers dug into the skin on my chest.

I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t handle this.

She was still coming when I sat up and guided her back down onto the bed. I turned her body so that she was on her side. I got up on my knees, bunching her knees up to her chest. I reached between us to guide myself back into her cunt.

Curling my hand around the nape of her neck, I slammed into her, hard and merciless.

“Yes,” she breathed. “God, Kit, yes.”

Our bodies slapped against each other. I pounded into her, completely consumed, completely lost. My orgasm was coming hot and fast. I hated this. I loved it. I loved her, I wanted her, I wanted this to be real, I wanted to come inside her and claim her.

I sputtered when my orgasm hit. I growled as I came, I came so hard that cum was already seeping out of her pussy. Sensation pounded through me, blocking everything else out, blocking everything but the sweetness of this feeling, this moment.

Closing my eyes, I waited for the aftershocks to subside. They kept coming, pushing me under, making it difficult to breathe.

Finally the shocks retreated. An enormous, overwhelming tenderness filled me in their wake. I opened my eyes, ran my hand down Emily’s back, smoothing her hair away from her face.

She let out a sigh—it was a happy sound, a contented one. My heart swelled.

I bent down and pressed a kiss onto her shoulder. Her lips curled into a smile.

In that moment, I was so happy I thought I might burst.

This bloody girl.

“I’m going to pull out of you,” I murmured against her skin.

Emily nodded.

She winced when I left her. A rush of cum followed. I’d forgotten how messy bare sex was.

I gently touched my middle finger to her cunt. “Sore?”

“Yeah.” She turned on her back to face me. “But just a little bit. Not enough to keep me from doing that again.”

I kissed her mouth. I fell down onto the bed. I needed to clean myself up. But I didn’t want to leave Emily. Not even for a moment. I didn’t want the doubt to creep in yet. It would be here to mock us in the morning.

I fell onto my side and curled an arm around Emily’s middle, tucking her into my body. She was trembling. I kissed her neck. Her shoulder blade. Her neck again. I took her hand in mine, holding them both to her belly.

I didn’t want to ruin the moment with words. The second we started talking, reality would come crashing in on us.

So I just held Emily. Held her hand. And I let the warmth of my body seep into hers. It was all I could offer her.