Page 91 of Slumming It

I did and plenty of it. But the messed-up thing was, I didn't want to use it. For me, this was a first, making it red flag number forty-two – or whatever the number was.

It's not like I was counting.

Still, I was no idiot. With a smile, I leaned back and reached into the top drawer of the night stand, where I'd placed the usual stash.

With a little laugh, Emily snatched the packet from my hand and said, "I think that'smyjob."

If so, the job would be hard to do with both of us wearing nearly all of our clothes. As if Emily realized the same thing, she tucked the foil packet between her lips and started tugging at my outer clothes with both hands as I did the same with hers.

Our motions were frantic and hungry, sending our shoes and socks along with our jeans and shirts flying to fuck-knows-where.

By the time our shirts hit the floor, I was practically bursting out of my briefs, but there was no way in hell I was going to rushthispart, the part that would make her ready and then some.

I pulled back to give her a long, leisurely look as she lay wanton on the bed. Her golden brown hair shimmered around her lovely face, and her body glistened with a new sheen of desire. Her bra was lacy and white, and her panties were a pale shade of pink.

The condom packet, which she had playfully tucked between her lips was now in her right hand as she reached out to pull down my briefs and get right down to business.

With a teasing smile, I snatched the packet away and said, "Not yet."

She smiled up at me. "No?"

"I want to look at you." Yeah, I'd been looking plenty already, but for some reason, my eyes couldn't get enough.

"I know the feeling," she laughed, giving me a long, thirsty look that made my erection throb with the urge to take her hard and fast. But I wouldn’t, especially not with Emily, because hey, I was the kind of guy who controlled my urges for a better payoff down the line.

I lowered my head and trailed kisses down her neck and lower still, until I reached the spot between her breasts. I nudged my mouth to the right, moving aside her lacy bra until I found her nipple, hard and hungry for my mouth.

When I gave it a light nibble, Emily arched her back and let out a soft moan begging me for more.Oh, I'd give her more alright.I reached down and stroked her center through her pink panties as she arched up again.

I pulled back to give her another long, hungry look.I loved watching her.Her eyes were green pools of open desire, and her lips were parted as she gazed up at me with an expression of need and wonder.

Finally, I reached down and yanked down her panties, pulling them off and sending them flying to wherever on the floor. And then, I reached out under her back and unclasped her bra. She cooperated more than eagerly as I pulled it off and sent it, too, flying to wherever.

She was finally naked, and I drank in the sight of her.

Her breathing was ragged, and her skin was smooth and flushed. I reached down and slid my fingers over her clit. Her hips arched, and she made a little sound that nearly made me lose it.

But I didn't.Me – I was on a mission. And the mission was to make her satisfied before I claimed her with my cock.

From the motions of her hips, I learned easily what she liked best, so I gave her plenty before inserting a single finger, and then two, into her slick opening.

But I wasn't watching my fingers or even the movement of her hips. I was watching Emily's face and her expressive eyes as I gave her exactly what she liked, stroking her, caressing her, and making her ready for every inch that I would soon be giving her.

When she climaxed against my hand, I wasn't sure I was gonna make it – and that, too, was a first. Control was my specialty, and this Emily Ann Quinn was wreaking all kinds of havoc on everything I thought I knew.

When she offered me a blissful smile, the room felt just a little warmer – and warmer still when she reached out and yanked down my briefs and then leisurely rolled the condom over my cock.

Naked now, I positioned myself over her warm, willing body as she gripped my length in her still trembling hand, guiding the tip of my swollen cock to her opening and then welcoming me inside with an eagerness that nearly had me climaxing right then and there.

But I didn't.

Instead, I gave it to her slowly at first – and then faster and deeper – as she wrapped her legs around my back and silently begged me for more.

By the time we collapsed in a warm, sweaty heap, I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. I shifted my weight off her and wrapped her up in my arms.

For once, I didn’t want to let go, and I had the crazy thought that maybe I never would, because Emily Ann Quinn wasn't just any other girl.

She was something special, and if I wasn't careful, I would be falling too deep and too fast.