Accidental Tryst (Charleston #1)(72)

She nods. "Always," she says seriously. "But it's been a while. Obviously," she adds, reminding us of her expired condoms downstairs.

Personally, I fucking love the fact it's been a while for her. The thought of someone else touching her is—nope. Not going there. "I have some in my wash kit, hold on." I hate to break the moment and leave the bed. I should have done it sooner.

"I . . ." She squeezes my arm as I move, making me pause. She swallows. "I'm on the pill. What you said to me last night about . . . c-coming deep inside me. I want that." Her cheeks flush red as she admits it.

"Jesus, Emmy," I moan. I could orgasm right now. "Fuck."

I grab her head, and my mouth finds hers wildly, our bodies straining toward each other.

Her legs open wide, wrapping around my hips, and my cock slips against her hot opening. I heave in a breath like I'm on top of a fucking mountain with no oxygen. There's no way I'll last without a barrier between us. I feel like a teenager. Where's the damn ghost when you need it? I need sports stats. Something. But right now I wouldn't be able to say if someone even needed a bat to play baseball.

The only solution is to get her there with me in case she isn't already. I need access to her body.

I drag my mouth from hers and rise onto my hands. My mouth closes over her nipple, tongue flicking, teeth grazing, mouth sucking.

"Yesss." She's writhing, holding me to her. I've never known breasts to be this responsive. Not that there are any other breasts in the world. Only these. Only Emmy's. "Oh God, yes," she pants, and I switch sides. My mouth works and works the peaks until she's gasping.

Holding her around the waist, I kneel, pushing my legs under her thighs. She is still lying back, her butt raised, her legs spread open for me. I look down. Big mistake. I close my eyes and struggle for control. "God, Emmy, you're fucking gorgeous." Her sweet pussy is winking up at me from beneath the thin smattering of golden red curls. The flesh is pink, moisture sparkling and catching the light. Next to her, my aching flesh looks red, angry, and desperate. I run my fingers down her belly and graze between her legs.

She bucks and whimpers. "More."

"You like that?" I ask, and my fingers slip closer to her opening, bathing in her wetness.

She nods.

My fingers move upward, circling. "Do you like it when I do this?" I ask, and before she answers, her breath catching, my fingers sink lower again and I work one inside her. It's hot. Velvet.

I bring it to my mouth and suck. She's tastes like sweet and salt.

Her eyes are fixed on my hand, her mouth parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I suck two of my fingers and then bring them back to her body.

She's panting, just watching me.

I work in a second finger. Gently, because she's so tight. "Or do you like it when they fuck you?"

Emmy's body is moving against me, against my hand, her mouth is open, her eyes glazed and unfocussed on me, her breath coming in pants. "Don't stop."

My thumb touches her clit.

"All of it," she mumbles. "I like . . . it all."

Her body shudders, I feel it in the muscles of her legs against mine. And I take my hand away.

My mouth is watering so I move my body, holding her open and take a quick taste. A promise. A long swipe of my tongue from the crease of her ass, over the delicious center of her and up over her hard clit, making her cry out and buck.

I'll return here. It will be my new playground.

Then I'm back up, my cock in my fist, positioning myself at her entrance.

We both hold our breath and lock eyes.

"I don't want to come, Trystan. Make it last. Make it last," she begs me. "This place, right here. I want to live here. God, it feels so good. I've never felt this good."

Her words make me feel like a king. And she is my kingdom, my queen, my advisor, my beggar, and every loyal and willing subject. I’ll worship at her alter.

My other hand reaches forward, cups her head, and my palm runs to her jaw. My thumb crosses her lips. She leans into the touch and draws my finger into her mouth.

"God, you're beautiful." I sigh and let my hand move down her body until I can grip her hip.

I nudge her with the head of my cock. "Take me in, Emmy," I breathe as I press forward and look down. Her body hotly swallows the tip of me. "Jesus." I squeeze my eyes closed because it's too much. I've never felt this good either. Sweat is freezing on my skin, the prickles racing up and down my body. "God, you feel good," I echo lamely because there are no words to describe what is happening right now.

She's panting, her body still. "You're big," she says.

"You can take it."

"More, give me more."

I sink in farther, and I'm glad I'm bracing my weight on my knees and not my arms because I'm shaking with the effort to stem back the coming rush. My fingers steal over her clit, and I press down, massaging in slow circles.

Emmy lifts her head and comes up on her elbows, her eyes glued to our joining, her chest heaving.

I watch in fascination as a blush comes over her like a tide, and her body starts to shudder.

"No," she moans in shocked fascination. "Not yet. Oh God, it's too much." Her head drops back exposing the skin of her throat, and her body clenches hard and repeatedly, squeezing my cock. Her body twists against my hand on her hip that is trying to hold her still, anchored as the storm buffets through her.