Emery
When Graham tossesme onto the bed, his eyes darkened with desire, I clench my thighs together as anticipation snakes through my body. It’s been so long since he’s touched me, I feel… almost shy.
Which is not generally me, but… I’m also not the same Emery I used to be. Mentally or physically. I had two babies. Everything has changed. And it’s been so long since we were together like this, together at all, that I’m filled with nerves.
Standing over me, he looks down at me with hunger in his eyes, a primal, carnal look that I feel directly in my core. My panties dampen with desire, a warm urgent feeling washing through me.
God, he’s so handsome. His dirty blond hair is disheveled from my hands and his. The stubble on his cheeks is longer than I’m used to seeing, and I want it to leave a delicious burn between my thighs.
“What’s that look for Davidson?” he asks hoarsely, his voice ragged, as if the tiny sliver of control he has left is ready to snap.
“What look?”
He leans forward, planting his palms on each side of me, and hovers so that I can feel the heat radiate from his body even though he’s not touching me. It’s driving me crazy, being so close to him, yet not where I crave him most.
I go to press my legs together, but he reaches down and stops me, his palms holding my legs open, denying me the reprieve. Instead, in one swift motion, he flips me onto my stomach and reaches for the shorts on my hips, dragging them down.
I hardly have a chance to make a sound before he leans his tall, strong body over me and whispers roughly against my ear, his breath causing a shiver to dance down my spine the moment his lips connect with the lobe of my ear. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? How much I’ve fucking missed you. Missed touching you.” His hands slide down my hips to the edge of my thong, yanking them down and off of me. “Kissing you. Tasting you.”
He leans down to the dip in my hips and runs his tongue along the sensitive skin, kissing a path to my ass, where he takes a bite, causing me to yelp.
“I missed you so fucking much. It was torture, Em, being right here with you, but your mind being somewhere else, a million miles away.”
His words make me wilt and when he slides his hands up my spine, under the fabric of my t-shirt, my back arches in response to his touch. My body always seems to come alive beneath his hands, each caress and kiss, a form of foreplay only he can deliver. He bunches up my shirt, then gently lifts me off the bed, pulling it over my head and leaving me in nothing but the flimsy nursing bra I put on this morning.
He reaches between my breasts and unclasps the hook, eyes darkening even more when they spill free. I quickly shrug out of it, but then out of shame, I cross my arms over my chest, hiding myself. This is the first time we’ve been together since I started breastfeeding and… I just don’t know if he’ll look at me the same. My body is different.
“Em, don’t hide yourself from me. Let me see you,” he says gruffly. His eyes are pleading, and I hate that I feel like I have to conceal myself.
I drop my arms to my sides, and watch as his eyes drop in a slow perusal, one that lights me on fire. There’s nothing about his expression that shows he’s unhappy with what he sees.
"Jesus fucking Christ baby.” Groaning, he leans forward and flicks my nipple with his tongue.
“Oh god.”
The movement causes me to jerk in response, as blinding hot pleasure shoots from my nipples all the way down to my already-drenched core.
“Is this okay?”
I nod. “They’re just sensitive. From breastfeeding. They’re a little full right now. I-I don’t know if you should…”
Oh god, this is embarrassing. Why doesn’t anyone ever warn you about this moment?
“What baby? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just don’t know if you should suck them, because of the breast milk. You know what, just pretend I didn’t say anything at all.” I flop back onto the bed and cover my face. I’ll just sink right into the mattress now, thank you.
“Em,” he says softly, but I don’t remove my hand from my face because I’m mortified. “Davidson, look at me.”
No thank you.
When I don't respond to his request, I feel his mouth on my nipple, sucking it deeply into his mouth. Fireworks shoot down my spine, and from that simple movement, my back bows off the bed, my orgasm already on the verge of combusting. My eyes fly open to see his gaze locked on mine, staring intently, smoldering with each second that passes.
“Listen to me right now, baby. I don’t give a flying fuck about these being full of milk.” He palms my breasts in his hands, his thumb brushing along my nipple. “You are incredible, Emery. You feedmybabies with these, and it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed. Don’t ever hide your body from me. I am fucking obsessed with this body, and I’m going to spend the rest of the night worshipping every single inch of you. In fact, it turns me on that your tits are full of milk.”
My jaw drops at his admission. “Really?”
He nods. “I swear to God you unlock this primal, possessive part of me that I’ve never felt in my life, baby. I want to suck on those tits, taste you. I want to come inside you and mark you. I’m going out my fucking mine. I’ve never felt this before.” I swallow, desire settling in my throat, making it impossible to do anything but focus on Graham and on breathing. How is it possible that he’s mine?