Bash unlocked his apartment and I stepped inside, “Did you want a drink darling?” I nod. Walking to the kitchen I slid onto the stool.
“Can I have a beer?” Bash turned, the look of amusement on his face made me giggle.
“Yes, sure.” He walked into the kitchen leaving me in the living room. “So you ready for the last session?” I nod. I wasn’t ready for today, far from it. Bash hands me the beer and I glug it down. I want to find some sort of dull for the ache.
“Can you put some music on?”
“Sure, darling. Are you going to get changed?” I nodded, downing the rest of my beer. I went into the bedroom, I found the robe on his bed and smiled. This was it. I pulled off my tank top and tugged my sweats down. Pulling on the robe I tied the belt around my waist and went back into the living room. Bash had taken his tank off and already had paint splattered on his chest. “Ready? I was just getting another drink.”
“Yup I am ready; I will have another drink, please. Meet you up there.” I took the spiral staircase slowly and dropped the robe on the table. Sitting on the stool, I got into position and waited. When I heard Bash’s footsteps on the metal steps my heart raced.
“Emily! My god!” His eyes roamed my naked body and they burned with a fire I came to know so well.
“I thought you should finish it properly.” I smiled, feeling a blush on my cheeks.
“Wow, darling, you didn’t have to do this you know?” I nodded. He handed me the beer and I took a swig. Liquid courage as they say.
“Can I see it when you’re done?” His eyes met mine as he picked up the paintbrush, mixing the green and blue he smiled.
“You can.”
—∆—
“That’s it!” Bash announced. My heart was racing, grabbing the robe I wrapped it around me and tied the belt. Walking around the canvas, I gasped. It was one of most amazing works of art I had ever seen. It was an abstract version of me. The colors were rich and calming if that even made sense. It was beautifully romantic. The passion in the way the colors blended, the serenity of the strokes. Everything about it was magnificent. Tears threatened to spill. I have never seen anything more beautiful made for me, or about me.
“Bash…” My voice was a ragged whisper. My throat tightened from the emotion I felt. He really loved me. I could feel it scream at me through the canvas.
“You don’t like it do you?” He sounded tense.
“It’s perfect!” I turned to face him. He was only an inch away from me. I looked up into his hazel eyes. “I love it like I love you.” The words were hushed, but the emotion I felt saying it was raw.
“I love you too my sweet girl.” Grabbing the belt of the robe, he pulled me towards him. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty, paint splattered torso and held on tight. The song that floated through the speakers felt like it was meant for us. The lyrics holding us in a moment that felt so perfect and imperfect all at once.
I still remember your face
The way you packed your suitcase
This is fate I knew
I'd never see you again
I miss the way that you taste
Your lips
The way your body shakes
The way you took my hands
I want to feel you again, oh I
I need to feel you again
Bash and I stood swaying slowly till the song ended and the next one started. His hands felt warm on my back, slow strokes down my spine. I looked up at him and his mouth crashed onto mine. Lifting my hands, I tangled them in his spikey hair. Pulling him into me, taking him one last time. His tongue tangled with mine in their erotic dance. Untying the sash of the robe, his hands slid under, cupping my breasts in his strong hands. My nipples hardened to his touch. I arched my body into him. Wanting to feel every part of him against me. My mind repeating my goodbye. He spun us around, pushing the papers onto the floor, lifting me onto the drawing table. Dropping the robe from my shoulders, he stepped back. Taking me in again, almost as if he was committing my appearance to memory.
“This I want to savor.” He kissed his way down my body with slow and sensual licks, nibbles, and his fingers followed the trail. My skin on fire. When he got to my slick sex his tongue snaked its way inside me. I moaned, leaning back closing my eyes. My heart was calm and at that moment as I came undone on his tongue, I knew what this was. It was the end.
He stood up unbuttoning his jeans. My eyes locked on his as he slowly entered me, the finality gripped me and I knew I would be okay. I was going to be with Triston. As much as I loved Bash, I did love Triston more.
—∆—
I watched the screen silently. The movie didn’t make sense anymore. The painting was finished, Bash dropped me at home about an hour ago. Tomorrow was Friday, the day I told Triston the truth and if he still wanted me then we would be together. I wrapped myself in a blanket on my sofa. Bash wanted to stay, but I couldn’t let him, we said our goodbyes. There were so many goodbyes in my life. Tears ran down my face. I knew I had fucked up, but it still hurt. More than I wanted to admit to him or to Triston.
A knock on the door startled me. I wasn’t in the mood for company. Who was at my door so late anyway? I got up and padded to the door. I knew I looked like a zombie, but I didn’t care. I wiped my face with my blanket and turned the door handle. I looked up into ice blue eyes.
“I couldn’t wait till tomorrow.” He took in my appearance and I saw the concern etched on his face. “Shit! Angel, what happened to you?” I shook my head and turned, walking back to the sofa. Triston closed the door, dropped the bag he was carrying and joined me. “Emily?”
“I slept with him Triston. We fucked, I wanted to, I let him.” The words spilled out of my mouth, I didn’t care anymore. I knew Triston would leave, it was only a matter of time. I didn’t deserve him or Bash. The tears I held at bay every time I saw Triston spilled now. My vision blurred, I just sat there looking at him, I had nothing else to give him.
He flopped onto the sofa next to me and pulled me into him holding me tight against his chest. “Triston, I am sorry.” I cried. My heart broke into tiny pieces. Everything felt out of control. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like someone had punched me. Winded me.
“Emily,” he pulled me up and grabbed my face in his hands. “Look at me!” I opened my eyes, his face filled with every emotion I could think of, anger, love, rage, lust, desire, and need. “I want you! I don’t care what you did. I told you to do it. I told you we were apart!” His voice broke through the pain I was feeling and melded into me. This is what Triston was for me, he was my healing ointment. He made me better, healing me from the inside out.
“But—”
“Would you fucking obey me for once?” He didn’t shout out of anger, his eyes were filled with desire. This was pure unadulterated lust.
“Yes, Sir.” The words I uttered had an effect on him and suddenly I found myself on his lap, straddling him.
“Finally,” he grabbed my tank top and ripped it open. Yes, ripped. Shredded. I gasped. I had never seen him do that before. He groped me lustfully, his mouth assaulted my hardening buds and I moaned. My body yearning for the pleasure from the pain that Triston was so good at giving. His teeth grazed my nipples causing me to whimper. My fingers tangled in his long hair.
He looked up and smirked. “I need to punish my naughty girl for leaving me, don't I?” His voice dripped with lust and desire. I nodded quickly.
“Get up,” his voice was urgent and I could see his arousal evident in his tight jeans. He pulled me into the bedroom. He tugged my sweatpants down, leaving me in my thin black panties. “Lay down and close your eyes,” I climbed onto the bed and laid back, my eyes closed. “Don’t move.”
I heard a bag rustling in the living room and I remembered he had one when he arrived. The bed dipped and I knew he was back. “Lift your head,” I did, I felt the soft leather covering my eyes. He moved again and grabbed my wrists, tying them together and above my head. “Emily, do you trust me?” I nodded. “Good, I will never hurt you okay?”
I nodded again. I heard him undress, the zipper of his jeans and the sound of them dropping to the floor. I felt his hot breath on my skin and I jumped. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Do you love me?” I nodded. Suddenly I felt the soft sting of leather. “I asked you a question?”
“Yes, Mr Hart.”
“Good. Tell me, Emily, were you going to leave me tomorrow?” I shook my head. The sting was harder this time and I felt myself tingle. The heat between my legs intensified.
“No, Mr Hart.”
He grabbed my legs and turned me over onto my stomach. I felt the leather tips on my skin, teasing, torturing. Once, twice and by the third time I was moaning loudly. “Do you like that Emily?”
“Yes, Mr Hart.” My voice soft, waiting for the next one.
Third, fourth, fifth, sixth… My skin was on fire and my sex was slick with desire for him. He dropped the flogger and tugged my panties, ripping them into pieces. I felt his fingers at my entrance and my hips rose up to his hand. He leaned next to me and whispered. “I am going to show you why you should never leave me again!” He hissed into my ear sending delicious shivers over my electrified skin. Every nerve in my body was awakened by the man I love.
He gripped my hips, lifting me up onto my knees. He slammed into me hard. I was breathless for a second. I gripped the rope feeling the knot in my stomach tighten. His vice like grip on my hips felt like heaven. His soft smooth fingers stroked my back and I felt myself drip with desire. “You’re going to give me all of you, from this moment. Do you hear me?” I nodded.
SLAP!
“Yes, Mr Hart.” I whimpered.
“I give you all of me, do you hear me, Emily?” I nodded.
SLAP!
“Yessss, Mr Hart.” I choked out in a daze. I was aching to come.
“Now give it to me! Come for me!”
SLAP!
I clenched around him, feeling my release shoot through me. My body shuddered. I felt his release claim me. I was his. He was mine.
—∆—
“Would you hurry?” I shouted through the window at him.
“We need coffee; I am not getting on that plane with you about to pass out on me!” Triston ran into the coffee shop. I watched him walk into the store, he looked so good in jeans especially from behind. I giggled at the thought. We had spent most of the weekend in bed. I flushed remembering what we did. It was late Sunday evening and we were on our way to the airport. I made the right choice, I kept telling myself that. I knew it was true, as much as I still loved Bash, I loved Triston more.
Triston slid back into the car putting both coffees in the cup holders. Putting the car into drive, he pulled out into traffic. I checked the time, we had about an hour to get to the airport. I leaned back closing my eyes. I didn’t get much sleep this weekend. I was looking forward to sleeping on the plane.
“Drink your coffee!” His voice interrupting my snooze.
“Okay! Keep your freaking pants on!” I grabbed the take-away cup and lifted the lid. It was too hot; he knew I hated drinking coffee that’s too hot. I blew into the liquid. My mind was elsewhere today, Bash texted me this morning wishing me a safe flight. I didn’t reply and I didn’t tell Triston. I just wanted to move on and I hope that Bash realized that. “That’s not what you said these past few days.” Triston’s hand rested on my knee. His soft hands that I craved all over my body. “Are you okay angel?”
“Yea, just tired.” I leaned back and took a sip of the cooling coffee.
“You can sleep on the flight; we have no stop-overs. It’s about 10 hours and we will be in London.” I nodded. “You seem distracted. Are you sure this is what you want?” His question caught me off guard.
“What do you mean?”
“Us. Me?” He was so unsure of himself.
“Of course I want you! Why would you say that?” I turned to look at him. His ice blue eyes burning into me. I knew he could tell I was feeling sad, but he didn’t know the real reason.
“I just want you to be happy and I hope I can do that.” He gave me a small smile.
“Triston, we have had this conversation. I love you! I want you! You make me happy. Don’t you know this already? I was torn, for a while, but I am yours. Only yours. You make me who I am. You heal me. You make me feel like I am worth the love that you give me.” I held his warm hand. It was so soft, smooth to the touch. Like the rest of his beautiful body. He smiled and drove on, turning on the iPod. I watched the city pass by as we made our way to the airport.
“Okay.” I giggled, after my outburst all he could say is okay.
He pulled into the JFK parking lot and found a space close to the departures entrance. “Triston?”
“Yes, angel?” He cut the engine and turned to me.
“What do you want?” I knew he wanted me, but somewhere deep down the whole debacle with Krista, it still scared me.
“There are four things I want.” He was so serious; I didn’t like that face.
I frowned. “And what would they be?”
He stared at me, his eyes searching mine. A smirk formed on his lips. “To love you,” he kissed my cheek. “…touch you,” slowly rubbing my thigh with his warm hand. “…taste you,” he slowly licked the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Then he whispered, “…and be inside you.”
I squirmed in my seat. Squeezing my thighs together, my panties were suddenly moist. “Jesus Triston, we’re getting on a plane in a few minutes, I can’t walk through security all wet and horny!” I admonished him and he laughed. His smile crinkled his nose. I loved seeing that smile, it gave him the innocence and the naughtiness I knew he was capable of.
I turned and got out of the car. I needed fresh air! “Come on then, do you want to fly across the world with me or not?” I leaned down looking at Triston.
“Let’s do this little lady!” He got out and opened the trunk, pulling our suitcases out.
—∆—
“Can I get you anything?” The flight attendant smiled down at me. I knew I needed to have something, but I didn’t feel hungry.
I smiled. “A sandwich would be great and um…”
“She will have a salad, I will have the same and can we have two orange juices, please?” Triston slid back into his seat as the flight attendant walked off to get our dinner.
“Okay then! Someone’s feeling bossy!” I stuck my tongue out at him.
He leaned toward me and I felt his tongue trace the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I am always bossy angel, you know that.” I shivered. Nodding, I closed my eyes taking in the sensation of his hot breath.
“Triston…” I moaned. He sat back with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Ugh, you are so frustrating!” I slapped his arm and he chuckled at me.
“And you’re so sexy and you do know what planes do to me?”
I shrugged innocently. He leaned in closer and whispered, “They make me want to fuck you really fast and really hard.” I whimpered. Covering my mouth with my hand hoping nobody heard me, my eyes as wide as dinner plates.
“Triston!” I hissed at him. He gave me a cheeky wink and sat back in his seat. The flight attendant brought our salads and disappeared down the aisle. This was going to be a long journey.
—∆—
“Wake up angel…” my eyes fluttered open, I turned to see Triston’s hot gaze.
“What’s wrong? Have we landed?” He shook his head. I sat up and looked around, the cabin was dark. I looked out of the window and saw we were still in the air. “Triston what’s wrong?” I whispered.
“I love you.” He leaned in and kissed my neck softly. Teasing his way down my shoulder. “I need you.” His teeth grazing my ear. “I want you.” His teeth bit down harder and I felt the heat between my legs.
“Triston!” I was squirming in my seat. Hoping that everyone was asleep, I knew he wasn’t going to stop there. His hand stroked my thigh in slow deliberate movements, moving higher between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together. “Angel, open your legs,” he hissed in my ear and instinctively my legs released his hand. When his fingers reached the apex between my thighs, my hips rocked against his fingers. “That’s my girl,” he stroked my entrance and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. Thank god for the blankets that covered us. He continued his slow torture. Stroking and pressing against me, the fire ignited inside me. I needed him now.
I opened my eyes and looked into his midnight blue stare. “Triston, please?” I pleaded shamelessly. He shook his head and I knew this was going to be him enjoying the teasing. I needed to figure out a way to get revenge.
“Not yet angel, just breathe and enjoy it.” His fingers continued to tease me. Shifting my panties to the side, his fingers slid into my wetness. My head fell back and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I needed to feel some release. I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder, inhaling his intoxicating scent. I was about to come when he stopped. I opened my eyes and stared at him, frustrated beyond belief. He gave me a naughty smile and winked. “Five minutes, follow me.” He moved the blanket off his lap and walked to the restrooms.
My body was electric and I needed the release that only he could give me. I couldn’t wait a minute longer. I got up from my seat, my legs felt like jelly and made my way to the restrooms. I knocked softly when he opened the door. Pulling me inside he quickly locked it behind us. “I do love fucking you on a plane,” he hissed. Tugging my skirt down, pushing me up against the counter. He spread my legs with his knee. Pushing his thigh against my heat. I held on to his neck feeling the pressure of his muscled thigh taking me higher and higher. I tangled my fingers in his soft shoulder length hair.
Stopping again as I reached the precipice, I pouted at him. “Don’t pout!” His voice was urgent and dripping with desire. His hand slid into the front of my panties and stroked my sex. “So wet, so fucking wet!” His smile was dark and devilish. Pulling his hand from my panties and placing his two fingers in his mouth, slowly licking them. His eyes blazed with a darkness that made me want him even more. “You want to come?” He whispered. I nodded. “Do you deserve to come?” I nodded again, not trusting my voice.
His hand dipped into my panties again. His middle finger sliding into me easily. His thumb rubbed my sensitive clit, causing the ache inside me to ignite. “Ready dirty girl?” I nodded wildly, I needed it so bad. “Good because you’re going to come,” his fingers assaulted me deliciously. I dug my nails into his back and my mouth bit onto his shoulder hard to keep from screaming. “Do it!” My body convulsed around his fingers. He held onto me until I stopped shaking. His strong arms around me, keeping me from falling. My legs were shaky and my pulse raced. As I came down from my high, I looked into the steel-blue gaze that I loved.
“God you are beautiful, angel,” he kissed me softly as he removed his hand from between my legs. I watched him lick his fingers clean with a smile on his face. “You owe me,” he winked and left me completely satiated.
—∆—
Our hotel, The Arch in the center of London, was beautiful. We had The Abbey suite and when I saw the bedroom I wondered if Triston had specially requested it. The large four poster bed had my mind whirling as to all the things he could do to me while tied down and I smiled. “A penny for your dirty thoughts?” Triston wrapped his arms around me and I giggled, “How do you know they were dirty thoughts?”
“Well, you were looking at the bed and smirking, so I figured they must be.” He kissed my cheek.
It was almost dinner time and I was starving. “Can we get room service? I am exhausted.”
He nodded and walked into the bathroom. “Sure, order whatever you like.”
I grabbed the menu and dialed 9 from the telephone on the desk. I ordered dinner and a bottle of champagne. Also asking them to send some strawberries and chocolate sauce. I had an idea in mind which was going to be delicious. I thought of Triston’s beautifully sculpted abs. I was going to get my own back tonight. I can’t wait.
“Did you order?” He walked into the living area wearing a pair of low-slung black shorts and nothing else. All I could do was stare at this beautiful man in front of me. “Miss Reid, if you are going to persist on staring at me, we will never get any work done!” He smiled walking to the desk to grab his laptop.
“It’s not my fault you’re half naked!” I decided that two could play this game. I went into the bedroom and changed into my black lace panties and matching corset. I grabbed his blue shirt and wore it over my underwear. Leaving the first three buttons undone so, he could only just get a glimpse of the lace. I knew Triston hadn’t seen them yet. I thought of his expression when he took the shirt off later, it would be priceless.
I walked back into the living room a few minutes later to find our room service had arrived. It smelled amazing. “Champagne angel? Are we celebrating?”
I nodded. “Yes, I think we need to.” Triston turned and I watched his gaze roam over my body, the steel-blue igniting in front of me and I smiled. I grabbed my laptop while he opened the champagne.
“Nice shirt,” he commented as he took a seat opposite me.
“Thank you, it’s my boss’s shirt. I think he loves seeing it on me.”
His smile was filled with desire and amusement, “I think he likes seeing it off you even more.” He placed the glass of champagne next to me.
“He better behave because I am working.” I leaned forward giving him a glimpse of black lace, an audible groan escaped his lips. “Are you okay, Mr Hart?” I asked innocently. Picking up my glass I took a small sip. It was delectable, dry and ice cold.
“I am just fine, Miss Reid,” he growled. I gave him a sweet smile.
We sipped the champagne watching each other above the lip of the crystal glasses. The shirt had ridden up my thighs and I see Triston’s gaze fall to my legs. I felt the heat of his gaze travel from my bare feet up to the hem of the shirt which was just covering my panties. I turned and start typing my email reply to Jessie about the flight and her date with Bash. It seems he has moved on, I am glad. I could still feel Triston’s eyes on me. I ignored him and carry on typing, slowly licking my lips knowing full well that it would incite desire in him. I love playing his game. I chewed on my lip while I typed my email, the thoughts of the hot chocolate sauce invading my mind.
“Are you hungry?” His voice low but controlled, as he always was.
“I could eat,” I replied not looking up. Picking up my champagne and taking another sip. The bubbles traveled through my body causing me to shiver. I hit send and looked up at Triston. “Are you hungry?” I twisted in my seat giving him a quick flash of the lacy panties beneath his blue shirt. His eyes darkening and I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. I stood up and walked to the trolley of food.
I removed the covers from the dinner plates. Triston’s body pressed hard against me. His arms either side of me trapping me against the food trolley. “Do you like torturing me Miss Reid?” His voice is dangerous and I tremble. I feel his arousal pressing into my ass and I smile. He can’t see my face, but he knows that I am having fun.
“I was merely offering you dinner Mr Hart, whatever are you talking about?” I smirk, looking at the delicious food that’s been delivered.
“There is something I am hungry for and it’s not on those plates.” His words igniting my desire. I take a deep cleansing breath and calm myself.
“I suggest you have some dinner first Mr Hart,” I turn and hand him his dinner. I had ordered vegetarian wraps with salad. I left the strawberries and chocolate sauce covered.
“What’s in there?” He gestured to the other plate.
“Nothing, eat your dinner!” He narrowed his eyes at me but turned and sat down at his computer. We had so much work to get through, but all I wanted to do was drag him into the bedroom and devour him.
—∆—
I looked up from my screen to see Triston watching me. “Mr Hart? Can I help you?” We had been working through dinner. I had finally finished all the correspondence for the next few days.
“Miss Reid, you can definitely help me,” he got up and walked over to the trolley. “Do you think I don’t know what’s under here?” He smiled.
“It’s a surprise, for later. Do not touch!”
“Fine, can I rip that shirt off you now?” He walked up to me, pulling me to my feet. He leaned down and kissed me hungrily. Wrapping his arms around me, the soft smooth skin of his bare chest against me. His hands grabbing my ass pulling me against him. I felt my nipples harden as his tongue invaded my mouth. His shoulder length hair loose providing a curtain around us. I ran my nails down his back, eliciting a growl from his chest.
He stepped back, grabbed the shirt and ripped it open, the buttons popping in every direction. “Jesus Emily!” His eyes were on fire as he took in my appearance. The tight black lace corset with panties to match.
“Yes, Mr Hart?” I spun around. When I met his gaze again it was as dark as the midnight sky. My body was yearning for him to take me.
“My god you drive me crazy!” His smile was infectious and I giggled. I walked over to the trolley grabbing the warm chocolate sauce and strawberries. “Are we going to get dirty and sticky?” He gestured to the sauce.
“Oh, yes we are, Mr Hart. Sit.” I ordered and he promptly flopped onto the sofa. I put the strawberries next to us. Straddling him, I grabbed his face kissing him softly, lightly. I dipped my finger in the chocolate sauce and rubbed it over his lips. I licked his bottom lip in slow teasing licks. Another deep growl escaped his lips. “No touching!” I ordered and he nodded with a smile on his face.
I took the small spoon and scooped some sauce drizzling it over his chest. I followed the sticky trail with my tongue. Lightly biting his nipples. “Fuck…” he cursed in a low voice. His hands twitching at his sides, gripping the sofa. I watched his veins pulse. I undid the button of his shorts and slowly pulled them down. Kneeling before him, I looked up into those beautiful sparkling eyes and gave him a wicked grin. I reached up and dipped a strawberry in the chocolate. Holding it to his mouth watching him sink his teeth in.
The heat pooling between my thighs. I brought the half bitten strawberry to my mouth, sucking it, keeping eye contact with him. “Another one, Mr Hart?” He nodded. I grabbed another strawberry and did the same, feeding it to him watching him bite into it. I grabbed a spoonful of chocolate sauce and drizzled it over his rock hard abs. Licking and biting him. Moving my way down to my prize. I could feel his arousal in his briefs and I smiled.
“Emily,” he grunted as I dipped my tongue into the left side of his sculpted v line. Licking down to the waistband of his briefs. Moving my mouth to the other side copying my actions. His head fell back on the sofa. His hands moved to grab me and I looked up at him. “No touching, Mr Hart!” His hands dropped back to his sides gripping the material of the sofa.
“Emily,” it was a warning. Ignoring him I tugged on his briefs pulling them down. I looked up and he was concrete. I licked my lips. I drizzled the chocolate over his hardness.
Moving my mouth over him, I flattened my tongue licking him from root to tip. Taking him in my mouth and sucking his rigid erection. Flicking my tongue around him, another growl escaped his lips. He reached out and grabbed my hair. I stopped and pulled my mouth off him. “I said no touching.” Dropping his hands back to the sofa.
“You are going to get fucked, Miss Reid! I am going to make you scream my name!” His words making me shiver, feeling the moisture in my panties. Taking him back in my mouth, tasting the drizzled chocolate and him. The mix was intense and I wasn’t sure I could hold off anymore, I needed him. Taking him deeper and deeper. Licking every bit of chocolate off him, sucking him into my mouth. I watched his eyes roll back as he growled. “Fuck this!” He looked down and grabbed my hands, “Get up!” I stood up as he spun me around to face the table, bending me next to his computer. He slapped my ass hard, twice. “Do you want to tease me?” I nodded. Pushing myself against him, moaning loudly. I was aching for him.
Pulling my panties to the side, he slid into me in one swift motion. Grabbing the string of my corset pulling me back as he slammed into me hard. “You are a very,” enunciating the words as he slammed into me harder and faster, “bad girl!” His other hand gripped my neck, pulling me up against him. My back arching, feeling his body heat as he filled me. His lips at my ear and his soft hand around my neck. Pounding into me he uttered each word carefully. Hissing in my ear, his hot breath turning me into hot liquid. “I…” slam, “…fucking,” slam “…love,” slam “…you!”
Bringing his other hand down between my legs, his fingers expertly teasing me. His fingers knew my body so well. “Come, Emily, come on me!” My body started shaking as he bit into my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. He slowed as I shook in his arms. “Now I can fill you!” He slammed into me one more time filling me with his hot sticky release.