“Yeah,” I whisper because, yeah it is. Apparently, I love dick in my ass. I knew I would. As soon as he’d mentioned it, something lit up within me. And when I’d experimented last month, sliding my finger inside of me, I really enjoyed the feeling. But damn, the real thing is so much better.
Emery bites down on his lower lip as he punches his hips forward, fucking into me firmly, but not too hard. My entire body tingles from the sensation and my cock twitches with every thrust, begging to be touched.
“Oh fuck. I’m not going to last,” he says desperately. “Promise me we can do this again because this is going to be ridiculously short. Please, promise me?”
I meet his gaze and am suddenly overcome with emotion. “Kiss me, Em. I need your mouth.”
He whimpers and leans down, his mouth on mine, his tongue tangling with mine as he gently pumps into me, and I love it. This connection with him, his cock in me, his lips on mine.
“Say you love it,” he huffs into my open mouth, his hair brushing my forehead.
I push it back behind his ear and meet his gaze.
“I love it.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” he says and then he’s driving into me faster. My legs wrap around his waist as a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. I lean up and lick it from his skin and Emery groans loudly, his need echoing throughout the room. I can smell it and taste it.
Sex.
Emery.
I run one hand up his chest and grab on to his hard pec and reach the other between us to stroke myself. Emery is frantic now, fucking into me hard, arching his hips and hitting that spot just right.
“Em, Em….” I’m chanting his name and he’s moaning so loudly that I can’t hold on any longer.
I come violently, my ass contracting around him, and my release pooling between our bodies. He curses and slams into me one last time, his cock twitching a few times, and then he collapses limply on top of me.
“Damn.” He heaves in a shuddering breath, burrowing his face into my neck. “I made it. I didn’t think I’d last. I deserve a medal. Tour de France has nothing on this.”
He starts to move out of me, but I hold him tightly to me. “Not yet.” His gaze slams into mine.
“You want me to stay inside of you?”
I blush. “Yeah. Is that too weird?”
He presses a kiss to my mouth. “No. Nothing is ever too weird for me.”
Then his hand is in my hair, smoothing it out.
“You’re a wreck. I messed you up. Achievement unlocked,” he says with a smirk.
I bite my bottom lip and he rolls his neck.
“I…” he swallows and looks unsure. “I love…” He pauses and inhales deeply, coming to some kind of decision. “I loved that. Can we do it again? Like, soon? I can’t remember what you said. I wasn’t listening to any words that came out of your mouth.”
“Yeah. Yeah, we can.”
He rests his forehead on mine and a small laugh escapes him. “I’m so damn glad I got us lost on that road.”
“We would have found our way to each other eventually.”
“Maybe, but I expedited it. I’m great like that.”
“Yeah, Em. You definitely are.”
I kiss his forehead and my heart expands because I don’t just like this guy anymore.
No, I’m pretty sure I’m obsessed.