Kiro's Emily (Rosemary Beach #10)(19)



“Emily,” I said, as I reached to unhook her bra. “I don’t give a f*ck what Dean says. He doesn’t understand. You’re different for me. He’ll see that soon enough. Stop worrying about me, angel.”

She relaxed some, at least until her bra fell forward and left her bare to me. I went down on my knees in front of her and slowly pulled down the panties she was wearing. They were the same pink satin ones from last night.

“Kiro,” she said breathlessly.

I grabbed one of her legs and picked it up and placed it over my shoulder. “Lean back on the bed,” I told her, as I kissed the inside of her thigh.

“Oh, God!” she cried out.

Smiling, I inhaled the sweet smell between her legs, and I throbbed in my jeans. It was like my damn cock knew I had reached the promised land. Sticking out my tongue, I slid it between her legs and tasted my angel.

“Kiro,” she gasped, and her hands found my hair. “That’s . . . Kiro, oh, that feels so good.”

Hearing her pleasure drove me wilder. I lapped at her, taking in the most delicious f*cking treat in the world. She was pure. This was clean, untouched *, and it was mine. I would be the only one to have this. “My *,” I said, grabbing her thighs and holding them open wider so I could bury my face against her heat. “Mine.”

“Oh, God, Kiro. I can’t keep standing up.” She panted as her leg that still touched the ground began to weaken.

I reached up, grabbed her waist, and pushed her up and onto the bed. “Open those legs wide for me,” I demanded.

She let them fall open, and I wanted to shout to the f*cking world that this was mine. My angel. She wanted me. She was giving me something that she’d never given anyone. All of this was mine.

I lowered my mouth and continued to slide my tongue along her folds. She tugged at my hair and cried out my name, and I kept on. I wanted more of this. Sticking my tongue inside her caused her to lift her hips off the bed and beg.

My angel didn’t have to beg me. I licked the swollen clit and pulled it into my mouth and sucked. She burst into a million pieces underneath me as her body shuddered from her climax.

The taste that came with her release had me wanting to keep on eating what was mine. But my dick was at the point of pain. I wanted to be connected to her. So f*cking deep inside her that we were one. She’d never leave me.

I moved over her and took her mouth. She didn’t mind that her taste was on my tongue. Her hands grabbed my arms and held me to her.

“Make love to me, Kiro,” she said against my mouth.

I’d never made love. I didn’t know how to f*cking make love. But goddamn, I would do whatever she wanted if that meant I could get inside of her. So covered up with her that she was a part of me. Giving me that light that was only her.

I jerked my shirt over my head, then shoved my jeans off. Coming back over her with nothing between us was incredible. Her soft skin caressed mine as I moved to press against her and let that feeling soak in. Consume me.

“I’m clean. I was checked two weeks ago, and I haven’t slept with anyone since. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you.” I was begging, but I had gotten checked when I knew I was coming home and coming for her. No one else would do at that point. She was all I could think about. All I wanted. When the last girl had sucked me off and I’d cried out Emily’s name, I knew I was done.

“I don’t take anything,” she said, staring up at me with wide eyes. She wanted me, too, but she was scared. Unsure.

“I’ll pull out. Just let me inside for a little. Let me know what it feels like to have nothing between us.”

She nodded and threaded her hands through my hair. “I want that, too.”

God, I was in f*cking heaven. Angels were real, and I had one. She was all mine.

“It’ll hurt at first, but I swear to you, Emily, I’ll be gentle. I’ll make it good.”

She smiled at me and raised her head to press a kiss to my lips. “I trust you.”

Those words undid me.

With every ounce of control in my body, I lowered myself over her and pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance. With one small push, I felt how tight and untouched she was. It rebelled against my probing. I pressed harder, sweat trickling down my back. I didn’t want to hurt her. I never wanted to hurt her. But fuuuuuck. There was nothing like this. Ever, in the world. Nothing compared to this.

The barrier that confirmed her innocence stopped me, and I bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you,” I whispered, three words I’d never spoken before in my life, before pressing inside the tightness that would join me to my angel.

Emily cried out and whimpered as she clung to my arms. I held still, raining kisses all over her face, making promises that it would ease soon and I’d take care of her.

My muscles ached from my fight to be still when I wanted nothing more than to plunge deeper inside her and move. I loved her. That was making love. But I needed to f*ck her now. My body wanted to f*ck her.

She lifted her hips to meet mine, and I watched as she breathed out and arched against me. I began to move slowly. With each stroke, I went deeper into the tightest cunt I’d ever had. It was like she was clamped around me with a soft, wet vise, and I was sure if I died right now, it would be fine. I’d had the best there was in life. This was it. Nothing got better.

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