We continued that way for the next several minutes until she glanced at me from over her shoulder, her eyes dark with lust. Withdrawing my fingers from her ass, I met her gaze, watching as her tongue wetted her bottom lip.
“You want this?” I asked, my fist wrapped around my swollen cock.
She nodded.
“Come and get it.”
As I knelt on the bed behind her, Emma pressed her bottom back toward me, rubbing herself along the length of my erection, working her hips up and down, teasing me with her ass in a way that was so goddamn sexy.
Making sure to keep petting her wet cunt, I used my other hand to grip my shaft and align myself between her cheeks. Ever so slowly, I began to push into her, inch by slow inch.
“Take a deep breath for me,” I said, but she didn’t need the direction. Instead, she let out a long, slow moan, her muscles relaxing around me as I pushed deeper and deeper inside her.
“Fuck yes.” My voice sounded strained and far away. She was so tight. So hot. So perfect, and she was letting me do naughty, vile things to her.
My cock twitched at the sound of her tiny whimpers, and I gripped her hip, wanting to anchor myself inside her. “You like that, don’t you?”
She arched her back in response. “So much. So, so much.”
“Good girl,” I said, my eyes sinking closed from the pleasure as I finally buried myself to the hilt, loving the warm, tight feel of her. Her ass was strangling my cock—and I fucking loved it.
Slowly, I began to thrust, moving in and out in short, easy bursts at first, and then when she was pushing back against me, in longer, deeper strokes. With every move, she met me with enthusiasm and need, pushing me to work her faster, to stroke her harder, to show her my love more fiercely.
I’d waited patiently for this moment, and now that it was here, I didn’t want to rush it. I wanted to stay inside her warm heat forever. Instead, we pushed each other closer to the edge, moaning together as our bodies found a rhythm we couldn’t deny.
But I knew Emma, and I knew she couldn’t hold back for long.
“You getting close?” I asked.
Nodding, she moaned. “Need you.”
Folding my body over hers, I pressed my chest against the graceful curve of her back. Skin to skin. Heat to heat. “You have me.”
As I dropped soft kisses down the slope of her spine, my hips continued thrusting, my cock taking her ass with everything I had now. I continued playing with her pussy, wanting her to feel the blinding pleasure I was experiencing.
“I want to feel you come,” I managed to say.
That was all the invitation she needed. She arched her back, resting her cheek across her arms folded on the pillow, allowing me the most beautiful view of her body laid out before me, and then she let out a gasp like I’d never heard before.
“Fuck! Gavin!” She shrieked as she buried her face in the pillow, gripping the bedding while her body clenched wildly around me.
I closed my eyes, loving the hot, tight feel of her as her body quaked, and I worked her harder, faster, all the while listening to her whimpers of pleasure. It was like her orgasm stretched on for days, weeks, years, crashing in wave after wave of ecstasy until it finally slowed. I joined her, gripping her hips hard as I slammed into her body in hard, deep thrust after hard, deep thrust.
Closing my eyes, I savored the throb of my cock as I finished, loving the way my tension unraveled and burst apart inside my chest, tingling at the base of my spine, making my balls draw up as I emptied myself inside her tight ass.
“Holy fuck,” I murmured, pulling out, utterly spent. I helped Emma to her side where she curled, watching me curiously.
“You . . . liked that, didn’t you?”
Understatement of the year. “I think my cock’s in love with your ass.”
At this, she giggled, and I leaned over her to press a kiss to her lips. “Did you enjoy it?”
I didn’t have to ask, I’d felt how hard she’d come, but I needed to hear her say the words. The idea of not knowing how she felt, if I’d accidentally hurt her—it would kill me.
“I didn’t expect to, honestly. But yes, it was different . . . in a good way. In a hot-and-dirty kind of way.”
I kissed her again. “You were amazing. Thank you for trusting me with that.”
“I love you, Gavin,” she murmured softly, her gaze warm and hazy.
“I love you a million billion,” I told her, using the sweet words she’d murmured before.
• • •
After a shower and some cuddling, the rest of the night went on like that, making love and waiting until we could make love again. I couldn’t even remember when or how we fell asleep. All I knew was that one moment I had Emma in my arms, her breasts bouncing as she rode me, and the next I was lying in my bed, my arm over my face to block out the morning sun.
If it weren’t for the smell of bacon, I might have stayed there all morning. But then Emma was at my side with a plate of food and a cup of coffee, a wide grin on her face.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
I cleared my throat. “Morning, my sweet fiancée.”
Her face lit up with a smile. “I thought I’d dreamed last night, but when I woke up and saw your ring on my finger . . .” She held out her hand, inspecting the diamond that glinted in the light, and the rest of her words died on her lips.
“Last night was incredible,” I said as I dragged myself to sit up.
“I agree.” She winked. “I brought you some food to get your strength up.”
I grinned and took a strip of bacon. “Very thoughtful of you.”
Emma leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“You’re not sore, are you?” I murmured.
She shook her head, giving me a sassy smirk. “Nothing I can’t handle. Even though your cock is fucking huge.”
“Ha!” I couldn’t help the laugh that burst from my lips. I brought her mouth to mine again and stole another kiss. “Mmm, you taste like bacon. Come back to bed.”
“You can’t possibly be ready to have sex again. We did it like sixty-nine times last night.” Her tone was exasperated but her lips were curved into a smile.
“Sixty-nine?”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t get any ideas.” Then she handed me my cell phone. “We have work to do. Your phone was ringing earlier.”
Looking down, I noticed three missed calls and one message—two from my lawyer, and two from the judge on my case.
Trying to remain calm, I glanced at Emma. “I’ve got to listen to this. Can you give me a minute?”
“Of course.” She nodded and then walked from the room as I pressed the phone to my ear to listen to the most recent message.
“Mr. Kingsley, this is Judge Reed. After reviewing the information in your case, I felt it was important to let you know that this won’t be going any further. My office has been bombarded with letters from people informing me of the nature of your relationship with Ashley Stevens. And as a client of yours, I was also aware of your interactions with this young woman. This proceeding is a cash grab with no foundation, and after doing some digging, we found that the paperwork was filed incorrectly. This will be off the docket by Monday.”
The message ended, and I stared at my phone for a long moment before calling Emma back into the room.
She looked at me with wild eyes, a spatula in her hand. “What? What’s wrong?”
When I told her what the message had said, she reeled back.
“Are you serious?”
I nodded. “Now, come here. I have some plans for what we can do with that spatula.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Emma
We decided on a winter wedding.
I wanted our ceremony to be in the library since it had inspired me so much. Not my tiny little suburban branch, but the big, beautiful library downtown. It gave me the chance to decorate the place I’d always felt was magical with a blizzard of paper snowflakes and fairy lights the way I’d always seen it in my imagination.
And that was exactly what we did. Surrounded by history and books and family, I walked down the aisle a few weeks later on my father’s arm and married the man of my dreams, right there in the classical-poetry section. The wedding party was small—just Bethany in a plum-colored gown and Quinn in a matching bow tie and vest, but I barely saw any of it.