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As if controlled by some otherworldly force, I slammed my mouth down on hers, sliding my tongue in her mouth, eager to dominate, possess, consume.
Emmy was right there with me, eagerly sliding her arms around my neck, moaning into my mouth. Her exuberant response sent heat coursing through my veins, and though I’d had better success accepting touch from her than any other person in years, I was struggling to tolerate her roaming hands.
Reaching behind my neck, I pulled her arms away from me and braced them above her head with one hand banded around both of her wrists, our mouths still fused together.
Her groans of encouragement were eating me alive, igniting the fire that always burned for her. One that could only be banked, but never fully extinguished no matter how hard I tried.
I pulled my hand away from her wrists, needing it in order to touch her more fully.
“Leave your hands on the door, above your head. You can’t touch me.”
“Why?” she rasped in heated confusion. I could tell she didn’t know if this was a kinky game or some kind of hang up of mine. In this case, it was both.
“Because I said so.”
Instead of annoying her, my gruff response seemed to arouse her further. Her eyes dilated and her breathing increased to breathless pants as she tilted her pelvis against my rock-hard dick.
Christ, this girl was going to fucking kill me. My mouth kissed the line of her jaw all the way to her ear, lightly biting the lobe. “Keep them there no matter what I do to you.”
I slid my hand down to the bottom of her loose blouse, slipping underneath to feel the soft skin of her rib cage. Her breath caught in her throat as I leaned in to capture her mouth.
My fingers yanked up her shirt and latched onto her stiff nipples, pinching and pulling them to greater hardness. She gasped and moaned at my aggressive touch. Her hips restlessly slammed into mine, looking for something to ease the growing ache.
“Soon,” I said against her moist lips.
One of my hands reluctantly released her nipple, sliding down to unbutton her pants and push them down her legs. Slipping inside her panties, my fingers eagerly explored all the territory I’d been denying myself. My cock jerked as my fingertips made contact with a small tuft of hair before finding her damp folds.
I tore my mouth away from hers, desperate to watch her expression as my finger circled her clit. I wanted to kiss her, but I was unable to look away from her face.
Everything about her captivated me. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes a dark fringe on her flushed cheeks, and her lower lip was caught between perfect, white teeth as she groaned softly. She looked so fucking sexy and uninhibited I could barely breathe.
I lifted her leg out of her pants and widened her stance to allow space for my wandering touch. My palm covered her clit as my finger swirled around the opening of her pussy before slowly sliding inside her hot, wet opening.
She gasped, her eyes wide with shock, her brows drew together slightly as she adjusted to the sensation of my finger moving inside her. It was a telling reaction.
“Has anyone ever done this to you before?”
My chest was tight as I waited for her response, a black cloud of jealousy threatening to descend with every second it took her to respond, even though every indicator signaled the answer was no.
Emmy seemed rattled by my question, probably still trying to process it while my finger slowly moved in and out of her. “No…I never…no, Ivan. No one.”
Vicious satisfaction tore through me at her response. “No one but me?” I corrected her.
Her chest was starting to rise and fall at a faster pace, her nipples rock hard as her arousal grew. “Yes, only you,” she gasped as I swiped over her clit with my thumb.
My other hand gripped the loose hair at the nape of her neck in a tight fist, my pumping finger increasing in speed. “That’s right, Emmy, only me,” I growled in her ear.
After a few deeper thrusts, I used my wet finger to tease her clit. Her hips started moving against the motion of my hand, her breathing coming out in increasing pants. My finger thrust back inside her, my palm grinding against her. The increase of friction had her moaning and riding my hand eagerly.
Christ, she was a vision writhing half naked in front of me. I wanted to take a picture but was too worried about it ending up in the wrong hands somehow. No one was ever going to see her like this.
One of her hands lowered from the door and reached for my shoulder. I removed my finger from her body and stopped touching her.
Her eyes popped open in confusion, still foggy with desire. “Why did you stop?” she asked in pouty accusation, her dark brows drawn together in frustration.
I gestured to her hand. “Put it back.”
She quickly pulled her hand back up, nearly slamming it against the door. She quickly thrust her hips back against my motionless finger, as if afraid I’d forget what I’d been doing. As if I could.