Tucker
The bedroom had never felt so far away. Emma whimpered against my ear. My heart fluttered. She said something, but the words were lost to me. The way she moved in my arms drove me to the bedroom. Not the hall. Not in front of the fireplace downstairs. The bedroom. Nothing else would do.
I pushed my back against the door, relieved to find it ajar. It opened with little effort, and I kicked it shut behind us. Time stood still. Her breath halted when I set her down. She tested her legs, which wobbled beneath her.
I untied the bit of rope around her waist and pushed the robe from her shoulders. The fabric whooshed as it fell, piling around her feet. She shivered under my gaze as I took all of her in. Her breasts were developed, but not so large I couldn’t hold them in my hands. Her nipples hardened from the changing temperatures, begging to be bitten and licked.
I moistened my lips, pressed my hands to her cheeks as I kissed her once more. She inhaled, held her breath and probably would’ve kept holding it if my lips hadn't broken away from hers. She was out of breath. Her face colored. She was absolutely stunning. There was no other way to describe her.
Emma’s body was petite, but not so much her bones protruded against her skin. She had the perfect amount of roundness and curves. Healthy.
Holding a hand to the nape of her neck, I took her in my arms, brushing my lips along the side of her neck. She arched her back, her legs touching mine. I tilted my head back to look at her, but for whatever reason, I kissed her again. She parted her lips, moaning when my tongue connected with hers.
Without breaking our kiss, I led us deeper into the room. Emma grunted when the backs of her legs hit the side of the bed. She clawed at my back, digging at skin that was too new, too sensitive.
She moaned, her eyes full of need.
"Tucker," she gasped for breath, locking her legs around my waist.
Alarms sounded in the back of my head. Too fast. Too soon. We were so tangled in each other’s arms, we weren’t getting out until our fever of passion broke.
I hoisted her onto the bed so her legs were hanging off the side of it. She whimpered when I backed out of her embrace. Lying on the bed, her blonde curls shimmered on the mattress above her head. The way she laid there caused her back to arch.
Crashing onto the bed beside her, I pulled her up so her legs weren't hanging off. I propped myself on an elbow, using my free hand to caress her skin, tracing the curves of her breasts and hips.
I drew circles around each nipple, tightening them until my fingertips reached the small buds that rose from my touch. I leaned in, taking one between my lips. Emma’s heart thundered beneath me. She combed her hands through my hair, then moved to the back of my neck and finally hooked them over my shoulders, her nails tearing at the untouched flesh.
I hissed, my exhalation causing her to squirm under my touch. I continued my search, slowly approaching the curls between her legs. I moved a finger along the inside of her thigh, following where her panty-line would’ve been if she’d had the chance to put any on. Her body trembled as she lifted her hips away from the bed.
I rolled onto my side, taking Emma with me. She released her grip, however, when I circled my fingers around her clit. She settled on her back, searching for something to hold on to.
"I find the sheets work best," I said, then pressed my lips to hers.
She followed my direction, clutching a handful of the sheets in her hand. Her hips bucked against my palm when I carefully squeezed her clit between my thumb and forefinger. Her scent rushed up to meet me. Gods, I wanted to taste her.
She reached for my cock, and all thought left my mind. My vision fogged, and I blinked around it. I forced my tongue past her lips, my finger teasing the cleft between her opening and her clit.
Her hold on me tightened.
"Easy," I murmured.
She eased back, her lips searching mine. I deepened our kiss, and as I did, I pressed one finger inside her. Emma’s body froze, her back arched as far as it would go. I withdrew the finger, joining it with a second one moments later. Her hips pressed against me, driving my fingers even deeper.
She caressed the base of my shaft, her touch like silk against my skin. I thrust into her palm and hooked my fingers inside her, smiling when she broke our kiss, a low, throaty moan escaping her lips.
"Okay?" I asked.
Emma managed a nod before throwing her head back onto the bed. She brought up her knees, widening the space between her legs. I groaned, my erection pulsing against her hand.
Swallowing, I removed my fingers and pulled away from her. Disappointment filled her eyes as they searched for mine.
"Wait here," I panted, inching down toward the foot of the bed.
Digging through a nearby drawer for the condoms, I threw one onto the bed before wrapping my arms around her legs. She thrust her hips up at me when I kissed her clit. Holding her steady, I licked at her sex, delighting in the sweet taste I found there. Emma’s body quivered. She put her legs over my shoulders, completely oblivious to everything else around her.
My tongue pierced her folds as she released a hiss of breath.
"Oh, my...God," Emma murmured, her hips rocking against me.
Untangling one of my arms, I pressed two fingers inside her, using the distraction to move back up to her lips. I kissed her, letting her taste what I’d experienced. She kissed back. Passionately. Full of need.
"Please," she begged, her voice a mere whisper against my ear.
"Soon," I said. "Not yet."
Her body tensed. I bit at her neck. Her body shuddered, and I moved my fingers a little faster. She bucked at me, rubbing her clit against the palm of my hand. I cursed at myself for not having more hands. Not enough damned hands. I wanted to touch her all over, to bite, nip, tug and pull.
I applied a little more pressure, brushing against her g-spot. She rewarded me seconds later with an orgasm, her muscles clenching against my digits, drawing me in even further. I moved my fingers slowly after that, pushing her climax until she rode it out.
Her eyes were wide when I looked at them. "Now?" she asked, shaking so hard I could barely keep her still.
"Now," I breathed, positioning myself between her open legs.
Retrieving the condom I'd thrown on the bed earlier, I tore the foil with my teeth, wincing at the slight chill as I rolled it on. Emma grabbed my hand. I squeezed it and held on to either of her hips.
"Last chance," I said, guiding myself to her.
She lifted her head away from the bed. "Last chance for what?"
"To back out."
"Are you kidding me?"
I shrugged. "Thought I'd offer."
"Overprotective."
I smiled and shook my head. Assured she was okay, and knowing I'd regret it later if I backed out now, I thrust against her. She rocked her hips, drawing me in even deeper, and for a single breath, we didn't move.
Her body hugged around my cock. Gods, she was wet!
I slipped in some more. She locked her legs behind my back and threw her arms around my neck. Using her legs, she rocked her hips against me, her tight walls rubbing up and down my length.
I thrust again, growling when I drove deep inside her.
I buried my hand beneath the small of her back and could almost hear her exasperated sigh when I asked, "You sure you want to do this?"
Emma bobbed her head, opening her mouth as if to say something, but it never came out. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when I delivered a single stroke. I quickened my pace when she pushed back.
Her body tensed. Gods, she was close. Too damned close. I had to slow down. I should say something. I should—
"Oh. My. God." Emma’s body shuddered.
"Come for me, Emma."
Her mouth opened, her voice a strangled cry as her body pulsed around me. I withdrew, thrust in again, stroking her gently. When I was sure she’d come back down from orbit, I pushed even harder. Faster. My body wanted it. Craved it. I struggled to stay in control.
Her hands were on my arms when I opened my eyes. Words were foreign to us, but her silent nod was permission enough for me. I directed her legs onto my shoulders, swallowing around the lump in my throat as she tightened around me.
I clawed at the mattress, and I’m sure if I’d been a wolf, I would’ve done a great deal of damage. She dug her nails into my skin as I made quick, fluid strokes. The muscles in my back and arms tensed, rippled, and I came.
After getting rid of the condom and still gasping for breath, I collapsed beside her, resting my hand on the curve of her stomach. Emma rolled over to face me and pushed back my hair as she combed her fingers through it. Her body was still trembling, her eyes glazed with unshed tears.
I wiped my thumb under them, forcing the tears to crawl down her cheeks. "Happy tears?"
Still out of breath, Emma nodded. Her body shivered from the cold, and I pulled her against my chest. She stayed there, her pulse slowly returning to normal as I arced my thumb across her cheek.
Her breathing quieted, and I tilted my head so I could see her face.
"You can do that to me anytime," she said, curling in my arms, about to fall asleep.
I reached behind her for the bed sheets, cocooning them around us. "Anytime."