Emerson lifts his head, gazing at me with a dark, hooded look as he toys with me. I beg him wordlessly with my eyes, gasping until he roughly yanks my thighs apart. He gives me a swift, possessive stroke before he sinks one finger deep inside me.
I cry out, lifting my h*ps as his hand begins to pulse against me. I clench around him, mindless from the fast rock of his finger, and the lightning rasp of his tongue as he dips his head back to my breast and drags his mouth across my ni**les.
Closer. Harder. Now.
I roll us, landing on top and thrusting down hard against his hand as his mouth keeps tormenting my br**sts.
He pushes another finger up inside me.
The world spirals out of focus. Even the distant lap of the ocean is gone now, drowned beneath the roar of blood in my ears and the hungry thunder of my heartbeat. Emerson’s fingers surge inside me, and I bite down into his shoulder, mindlessly bearing down on the dark, delicious pressure like I’m possessed.
We’re beyond tenderness or teasing now, gasping and clawing at each other as we fight for control. But it’s never been an even fight. Emerson rolls again in a single movement, trapping me beneath him. He drags his head from my chest, and a chilled blast of air replaces the warmth of his mouth on my nipple. I yelp, tensing as he rips my panties away, leaving me totally naked, spread and breathless on the deck.
He looks down, eyes raking over my body with a look of wild abandon in his eyes. He’s on the edge, ready to lose control completely, and I feel a shot of power that I’ve stripped away all his last defenses. For a moment, he’s poised there above me, our breath coming in ragged gasps, then he slides his way down my body and grabs above my knees, pushing my legs open and setting my ankles around his neck. He bends his head and set his mouth against me, licking across the tender apex of my thighs in a long, harsh sweep.
“Oh God!” I cry out, hearing my moan echo out across the bay as his tongue laps at my most sensitive point, dipping down to probe inside me. There! He licks up again, sinking his fingers back inside me as he sets about undoing every last coherent thought in my mind. His tongue licks me faster me as his fingers pulse from the inside, the shockwaves coiling closer and tighter, and I buck against his mouth, desperate for the delicious friction of each new lick, and suck, and thrust—
Emerson pulls away, and I cry out again, this time in desperate frustration. I grab for him, gasping for release, but he sweeps my hands aside and pins my wrists to the deck in one swift motion so I’m trapped there, helpless beneath him. His gaze pieces right the way through me, wild and blazing with lust. I struggle against his grip, hating the space between us, needing his mouth on me again, but Emerson stays just above me, keeping my wrists locked in place pressed painfully against the deck.
He watches me, his jaw clenched, every muscle in his body solid and tensed above me. Out of reach.
I writhe, straining against his iron grip. “Please,” I gasp, not caring that I’m begging. Right now, in this moment, I’d do anything to feel him inside of me, any f**king thing he could ever ask or demand.
I’ll give all of me just to possess him one more time.
“Please, Emerson!” I whimper.
“What?” He growls. “What do you want from me?”
“Fuck me!” My voice breaks.
Something shatters in his expression. Emerson’s eyes flash, wild. He releases my wrists and scoops my body to his with a deep, guttural groan. He kisses me, devouring my lips as I yank open his jeans and push them down. He’s hard and ready for me, and I instinctively arch up, opening my thighs wider, already aching for the thick fullness of him.
He finds me, slamming inside with a single thrust that sends every nerve and cell in my body screaming with pleasure.
Holy f**k!
I fall back with a cry, clawing my nails against his back, surging to meet his thrusts with my own as he rocks into me, hard and deep and unrelenting. He’s filling me up, splitting me open with a gorgeous ache. I open wider, pulling him deeper, and the pain melts into a heavy-boned sweetness, radiating out through my whole entire body. Emerson drops his mouth into the hollow of my neck, groaning desperately against me as I slide my hands over the slick contours of his chiseled ass. I’m panting, wild, utterly lost in the mindless rhythm of our bodies and the dark craving that calls from the very heart of me. I arch up against him, driving my h*ps hard against his, grinding fresh sparks of friction through my body, but it’s not enough. My veins are itching from the inside out, a sweet thickness pulsing in my bloodstream, coiling tighter, spiraling out from my aching core with every new hard thrust of Emerson’s cock.
I cling to him, caught on the edge. I’m sobbing with need, strung out so close to the edge of the world, but caught, powerless to plunge over the precipice.
Emerson plunges faster, his body rock hard with tension, the sound of his breathing labored and desperate. “Jules,” he groans against me.
I answer with a desperate moan, head flung back against the deck. I gaze blindly into the night, crying out with a hollow need. The sky is dark, scattered with stars that seem to fade, dim against the fierce boil of pleasure rising in me.
“Baby,” Emerson gasps, thrusting deep inside me. He grabs my face in one hand, forcing it around to meet his gaze. His eyes are unflinching, blazing into me as his body wreaks its havoc on mine with wretched precision. There’s no escape from the devastation. I’m drowning in him, every sense overwhelmed, and I claw for some last solid ground, trying to look away, but he holds me tight in place, forcing me to look at him, demanding everything I have to give.
on lifts his head, gazing at me with a dark, hooded look as he toys with me. I beg him wordlessly with my eyes, gasping until he roughly yanks my thighs apart. He gives me a swift, possessive stroke before he sinks one finger deep inside me.
I cry out, lifting my h*ps as his hand begins to pulse against me. I clench around him, mindless from the fast rock of his finger, and the lightning rasp of his tongue as he dips his head back to my breast and drags his mouth across my ni**les.
Closer. Harder. Now.
I roll us, landing on top and thrusting down hard against his hand as his mouth keeps tormenting my br**sts.
He pushes another finger up inside me.
The world spirals out of focus. Even the distant lap of the ocean is gone now, drowned beneath the roar of blood in my ears and the hungry thunder of my heartbeat. Emerson’s fingers surge inside me, and I bite down into his shoulder, mindlessly bearing down on the dark, delicious pressure like I’m possessed.
We’re beyond tenderness or teasing now, gasping and clawing at each other as we fight for control. But it’s never been an even fight. Emerson rolls again in a single movement, trapping me beneath him. He drags his head from my chest, and a chilled blast of air replaces the warmth of his mouth on my nipple. I yelp, tensing as he rips my panties away, leaving me totally naked, spread and breathless on the deck.
He looks down, eyes raking over my body with a look of wild abandon in his eyes. He’s on the edge, ready to lose control completely, and I feel a shot of power that I’ve stripped away all his last defenses. For a moment, he’s poised there above me, our breath coming in ragged gasps, then he slides his way down my body and grabs above my knees, pushing my legs open and setting my ankles around his neck. He bends his head and set his mouth against me, licking across the tender apex of my thighs in a long, harsh sweep.
“Oh God!” I cry out, hearing my moan echo out across the bay as his tongue laps at my most sensitive point, dipping down to probe inside me. There! He licks up again, sinking his fingers back inside me as he sets about undoing every last coherent thought in my mind. His tongue licks me faster me as his fingers pulse from the inside, the shockwaves coiling closer and tighter, and I buck against his mouth, desperate for the delicious friction of each new lick, and suck, and thrust—
Emerson pulls away, and I cry out again, this time in desperate frustration. I grab for him, gasping for release, but he sweeps my hands aside and pins my wrists to the deck in one swift motion so I’m trapped there, helpless beneath him. His gaze pieces right the way through me, wild and blazing with lust. I struggle against his grip, hating the space between us, needing his mouth on me again, but Emerson stays just above me, keeping my wrists locked in place pressed painfully against the deck.
He watches me, his jaw clenched, every muscle in his body solid and tensed above me. Out of reach.
I writhe, straining against his iron grip. “Please,” I gasp, not caring that I’m begging. Right now, in this moment, I’d do anything to feel him inside of me, any f**king thing he could ever ask or demand.
I’ll give all of me just to possess him one more time.
“Please, Emerson!” I whimper.
“What?” He growls. “What do you want from me?”
“Fuck me!” My voice breaks.
Something shatters in his expression. Emerson’s eyes flash, wild. He releases my wrists and scoops my body to his with a deep, guttural groan. He kisses me, devouring my lips as I yank open his jeans and push them down. He’s hard and ready for me, and I instinctively arch up, opening my thighs wider, already aching for the thick fullness of him.
He finds me, slamming inside with a single thrust that sends every nerve and cell in my body screaming with pleasure.
Holy f**k!
I fall back with a cry, clawing my nails against his back, surging to meet his thrusts with my own as he rocks into me, hard and deep and unrelenting. He’s filling me up, splitting me open with a gorgeous ache. I open wider, pulling him deeper, and the pain melts into a heavy-boned sweetness, radiating out through my whole entire body. Emerson drops his mouth into the hollow of my neck, groaning desperately against me as I slide my hands over the slick contours of his chiseled ass. I’m panting, wild, utterly lost in the mindless rhythm of our bodies and the dark craving that calls from the very heart of me. I arch up against him, driving my h*ps hard against his, grinding fresh sparks of friction through my body, but it’s not enough. My veins are itching from the inside out, a sweet thickness pulsing in my bloodstream, coiling tighter, spiraling out from my aching core with every new hard thrust of Emerson’s cock.
I cling to him, caught on the edge. I’m sobbing with need, strung out so close to the edge of the world, but caught, powerless to plunge over the precipice.
Emerson plunges faster, his body rock hard with tension, the sound of his breathing labored and desperate. “Jules,” he groans against me.
I answer with a desperate moan, head flung back against the deck. I gaze blindly into the night, crying out with a hollow need. The sky is dark, scattered with stars that seem to fade, dim against the fierce boil of pleasure rising in me.
“Baby,” Emerson gasps, thrusting deep inside me. He grabs my face in one hand, forcing it around to meet his gaze. His eyes are unflinching, blazing into me as his body wreaks its havoc on mine with wretched precision. There’s no escape from the devastation. I’m drowning in him, every sense overwhelmed, and I claw for some last solid ground, trying to look away, but he holds me tight in place, forcing me to look at him, demanding everything I have to give.