THATCHER
"Emma," I say, looking down at the goddess on the bed, all curves and softness and cream. She opens a green eye, her blissed-out expression gorgeous as fuck. Knowing I put that look on her face has me hard as glass, but I want more. "I have to make you come again."
"I need a few minutes," she says, reaching for my leg, one hand lazily exploring up and down my shorts. And then I remember something really fucking unfortunate.
"I didn't bring any condoms," I tell her, sinking down to the sheets so I'm lying beside her. Fuck, I'm so hard it hurts. It actually hurts. "Are you on birth control?"
"Of course I'm on the pill," she says, sharply. "But…" Emma looks at me, concerned. "Have you ever been…tested for anything? I know I'm safe…"
I lean in to kiss her, moaning when I taste those soft, full lips again. "I always use condoms, 100% of the time. And I got tested, really recently, actually." I kiss her again. "I'm clean."
She melts a bit in relief and closes her eyes again. "I trust you," she says, and with that I climb on top of her. I have to feel her against me. This is different from every other time. I've never even considered sleeping with a woman without protection, but suddenly I cannot imagine sex with Emma with any kind of barrier. Fuck me, I have to see her come again, have to feel it with nothing between us. I can't keep my hands off her pussy, the feel of that tight, wet tunnel capped with those amazing red curls. This is all new for me. Sure, the ladies have a good time when I'm with them, but it's never turned me on this much to make someone come. Taking Emma over the edge like that--twice!--was the sexiest thing I've ever done.
It's Emma's turn for busy hands, though, and I nibble at her neck while she searches my body, tracing the muscles along my spine and then yanking down my shorts. It kills me to separate from her body, even for a minute, but I draw back to get my shorts and my boxers down, kicking them across the room before I ease myself back on top of her.
I hiss when she grabs hold of my shaft, her small hand wrapped fully around me at the root. Christ, I fit perfectly into her hot little hand. She starts to stroke me just right and I'm worried I'm going to cum in her hand. "Chezz," I tell her. "You feel so fucking good right now. Your hands are amaz--"
"Thatcher," she says. I look her in the eye and she seems impatient.
"Huh?"
"Shut up and fuck me." Emma lines me up with her opening and she doesn't have to tell me twice. I sink inside her, letting out a deep groan as I fill her up. This is bliss. Emma is hot and tight, slick with need, against the bare, sensitive skin of my cock. She moans and moves with me as I slide, slowly, in and out. I think back to her words from my truck. I want someone to forget to be careful with me. I know now that she doesn't want slow and gentle. She wants fire, hot enough to melt ice. I look into her eyes, touching my forehead to hers, and I slam into her.
"Ahhh! Yes!" she says, bucking her hips to meet mine. "Yes. Harder."
You got it, I think, pounding her body, but I can't even find words to talk. Emma is so wet, so tight. I can feel her squeezing my dick and she feels like home. Emma starts moaning into my mouth as I slam her mercilessly. I brace my heels against the headboard for leverage and redouble my efforts. My dick rams into her and each time I think I've gone too far, she claws at my shoulders and yells, "More, Thatcher! Fuck me just like this. Now!"
I start sweating, my weight balanced on my forearms. I look down and watch her tits jiggle with each thrust, and I feel savage. But Emma looks me in the eye with a fierce expression, and she's just as wild as I am. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she tries to pull me closer. She tilts her hips up against me, finding the friction she needs, until she starts pulsing against my cock. I can feel it before she even starts moaning that she's coming for me. Fuck, her face is beautiful when she comes.
"I'm going to cum, Emma," I pant out, and then it happens. I see sparks. My balls draw up tight and I explode inside of her, hot jets spurting out endlessly until I collapse on top of her. I feel Emma still throbbing around me and I kiss her. She holds my face with both hands, moaning into my mouth until her waves of pleasure die down. This is so different, being with a woman I know and, well, someone I care about, even as a friend.
"Holy shit, Stag," she says, breathing heavily. "I've waited my whole life for that."
Exhausted, I lower my upper body to the side of her, stroking her hair and letting her hold me. "For what, Chezz?" I don't want to move. Ever.
"For someone to fuck my brains out." Her eyes close. She's still breathing pretty heavy and I like looking down at the way her body moves as she breathes.
"You had sex before me, though? That didn't seem like your first time…" Panic surges through me at the thought that I was just rough and rowdy with a virgin, but Emma shakes her head.
"No. You misunderstand me. I've 'made love' before and had slow, gentle, boring-ass sex with men who asked me things like whether they should stop before I have an orgasm, because they were worried I'd have a seizure."
"Hmmm," I just sort of make a sound of displeasure. That hadn't occurred to me, but from the tone of her voice she didn't really like that level of caution during sex.
She wriggles out from under me and I feel a sense of loss when I slide out from her body. Emma props up on one elbow and traces a finger along the ink on my chest. "I'm saying thank you, Thatcher." She kisses my skin and the wet heat of her mouth makes my cock spring back to life. "Thank you for unleashing your inner beast."
I laugh as she runs her hands along my body. I take her hand in mine and guide it toward my dick, now standing straight up against my stomach again. "Chezz," I whisper into her hair, "I'll get wild with you any time that you want."