Page 71 of On the Way to You
My head spun, thoughts fleeting as the rush moved over me, and then all senses went numb before buzzing back to life at once.
“I’m coming,” I breathed, my cheeks flushing with heat at the admission, and it was those words and the slip of Emery’s middle finger inside me that sent me over the edge. He kept his finger inside, curling it over and over, deeper and deeper, his mouth crushing onto mine and absorbing my moans as I fell apart at the touch.
Overwhelmed.
That was the only way I knew how to describe how I felt.
I didn’t know what it was like to be touched like that, to be devoured, to be tasted like candy and worshipped like a goddess. Even after I was sated, Emery still ran his hands over every inch of my body, feeling and caressing, soothing and teasing, kissing his way back down.
Leaning up on my elbows, I gazed down at him just as he pressed a final, sweet kiss to my inner thigh. He helped me sit upright, my arms around his neck, and I kissed him with intent.
“I want to do that to you,” I said against his lips, my hands already trailing their way down his ribs. He was still kneeling between my legs, his own spread in a V, and when I ran my palm over the bulge in his sweatpants, he shifted forward, rocking into the touch with a groan. “But I need your help. I’ve never…”
I swallowed, not needing to finish the sentence. We both knew there were plenty of things I hadn’t experienced yet, but I wanted to with him. I needed to.
“If you wrap these perfect lips around me,” he husked, sucking my bottom one between his teeth. “I might actually fucking die.”
“It wouldn’t be the worst way to go.”
He smiled against my mouth, kissing me hard before using the arms of the chair to stand and pulling me with him. He lifted me easily, cradling my prosthetic at one side while I gripped the other with my good leg, our lips still fused together as he carried me inside. When we were by the foot of his bed, he dropped me back to the floor easily, his eyes somehow darker now that we were in the light again.
His hands trailed down my arms, the backs of his fingertips tickling my skin until they found my hands. I gripped his tight, using him for balance as I kissed him one last time before lowering to my knees, my eyes on his.
Emery swallowed when I hit the ground in front of him, already sliding his sweatpants down his legs. He was commando underneath them, and he sprang forward, hard and ready.
It was the first time I’d seen him — really seen him, or any guy for that matter. The night before, he was inside me, but I hadn’t seen him strip down, hadn’t seen the curve of the tip or the vein that ran hard and long down the length of him. I hadn’t watched as he entered me, inch by blissful inch, all of that disappearing within me. He’d encompassed me, wrapped himself around me, and I’d focused on his eyes, his lips, the two lines between his eyebrows.
Now that I saw him fully, I understood why I was sore.
I looked up at him, my hands braced on my knees as I waited for instruction.
“God,” he breathed, shaking his head as he gazed down at me. “Just seeing you like that… I can’t…”
His words faded and I bit my lip, scooting a little closer, one hand tentatively reaching out, but I paused.
“Touch it.”
It was just a whisper, a plea, and when I wrapped my hand around the middle of him, he groaned, thrusting into my grip. It was what I imagined the first hit of a powerful drug to feel like, the first rush of heat and high. Being the one to elicit that sound from him made me want to stay on my knees forever.
Following the rhythm of his hips, I worked him with one hand, fist tightening slightly over the tip of him before working down to his base. Then, Emery reached for my chin, his fingers trailing the skin there before they ran across my lower lip. I kept my eyes on him, looking for approval as I leaned forward and touched my lips to his crown.
“Christ,” he cursed, flexing forward more. “Yes, like that. Take me in your mouth.”
It was strange, that I felt so much power. I was on my knees in front of him, smaller in every way, but power radiated through me at the sight of him bending to my touch, succumbing to the feel of me.
I still held him firmly with one hand, the other bracing on his thigh as I leaned forward more, my lips parting. I took him in a little, just enough for my lips to cover the tip of him. Just that contact elicited another groan from Emery, and when I opened my mouth, sliding him inside me slowly with one hand still at his base, he shuddered.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hands reaching for my hair. He gathered it at the back of my head before letting it fall again. It was like he wanted to grip it but thought better, pulling his hands up to run through his own strands, instead. “I thought going easy last night was hard, I have zero self-control right now.”
I swirled my tongue along his base, sucking him before letting go with a pop and connecting with his eyes again. “Show me. Help me suck your cock, Emery.”
It wasn’t like me to say the words, but they felt right, they felt sexy and powerful as they rolled off my lips. I didn’t even blush, just gazed up at him as I lowered my mouth again, taking him inside.
Emery groaned, one hand finding the back of my head and the other wrapping around my wrist as he guided me.
“Use your hand where your mouth doesn’t reach,” he said, twisting my wrist a little, showing me how to move it in time with my mouth. When I pulled my mouth off and ran my hand over the wet tip of him, spreading my saliva all the way down to his base before I bent forward and took him inside my mouth again, he cursed. “Yes,God, yes. Like that.”
His hips pushed forward, slow at first before he picked up speed, and when he held my head in place and rocked into my mouth hard, I gagged.