"Yes."
I smirked and reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor, then smeared my come on her chest. I wanted her to be marked by me, and it turned me on knowing my come was all over her skin.
I captured her lips again and pinched her nipples, causing a moan to escape her lips.
"Are you wet for me?" I asked, pulling away slightly.
"Yes," she breathed, reaching down to grip my cock.
"Are you ready for that, princess? Do you need that inside you?"
Running my fingers down her stomach, I reached into her soaked panties and rubbed between her lips, teasing her clit.
"Please," she begged. "Please, fuck me."
I pulled back with a smirk and looked her in the eyes. "With pleasure, princess."
Grabbing her hand, I practically dragged her up the stairs and straight into my bedroom. Last time she was there, the night things all went to shit, I didn't want to take her into my personal space, but that really didn't seem to matter anymore. In a matter of days, she'd been able to peel back layers and open me up to new things.
Walking into my room, I headed straight to the bed and pulled her beside me.
"Lay down on your back," I commanded. "Head on the pillow."
She smiled at me and did as she was told.
I crawled onto the bed, stopped at her feet and pulled each heel off, tossing them to the floor. I knew a lot of men liked to fuck with heels on, but it was honestly a nuisance.
Running my hands up her legs, I gripped her panties and pulled them down slowly, exposing her pussy which was begging for my mouth. I kissed her skin, starting from the ankle and making my way all the way to the apex of her thigh. I knew she was aroused by the wetness of her panties, but being this close, I could smell it. It smelled so fucking good, it was intoxicating.
As I moved in closer, she spread her legs wider and I looked up to see her watching me.
"Do you want me to make you come?"
She bit her lip and nodded.
Without another word or thought, I leaned down and ran my tongue up her pussy and over her clit, causing a moan to escape her lips. I sucked her clit and flicked my tongue over and over again until she was writhing, begging for release.
She gripped my hair and pulled me closer as her hips started to lift with every move of my tongue, and I knew she was close.
Reaching up, I squeezed her tits and pinched at her nipples until I felt the pulsating of her pussy. Then I sucked on her clit one last time, causing her to yell out in release while pulling my head closer.
"Oh, my God. So good. So good," she breathed.
"I'm not done yet," I stated as I leaned over her to my bedside table and grabbed a condom from the drawer. I rolled it on and captured her lips with mine, sharing the flavor of her pussy. She sucked on my lips, savoring it all.
"I'm going to fuck you now, princess. Lift your arms and hold on to the bed."
Pushing myself up to my knees, I grabbed my dick and rubbed it over her entrance, getting it wet with her juices. Then I thrust into her, making her yell out.
Fuck, she feels so good. Her pussy was so tight around my dick I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to give it up.
Grabbing one of her legs, I lifted it to rest on my shoulder and straddled the other one. This position caused my dick to go deeper, and by the sounds of her groaning, it was.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned, clenching her eyes shut.
I slowed my thrusts and placed my thumb on her pussy, adding slight pressure.
"Are you ready to come again?"
I started thrusting faster and she moaned her response. "Yes."
Leaning forward slightly, I thrust into her harder as I rubbed circles over her clit. She yelled out to God and let go of the bed to grip on my shoulders.
"Oh, God. Oh, God! So deep, so deep."
I could feel my balls tighten the harder I pounded, which only made me do it even harder. I was so close, but I wouldn't come again until she did.
"Fuck, your pussy is so tight around my cock," I groaned as I slowed my pace. I couldn't keep it up if I was going to let her come first.
Sweat was dripping down my chest, and I could see the perspiration building on her forehead.
"Let me ride you," she blurted out and pushed at my shoulders. "Please, let me ride you and get you off."
I stared down at her and contemplated my next move. It was something I'd never done. I'd never relinquished that much control. I knew it was just a sexual position, but the thought caused my anxiety to build.
I could tell by the look on her face that she saw my reluctance.
She frowned and shook her head. "Never mind, that was stupid. I shouldn't have asked." She raised her hands and covered her face. "I've completely ruined the mood now, haven't I?"
I moved her hands away from her face and slowly pushed into her.
"You couldn't do anything to kill this mood, princess."
I pulled out of her slowly and pushed my anxiety aside. I knew there was no reason for me to feel this way. She'd already seen my scars, but the habits I'd held onto for so long were hard to break. I knew it would be that way with everything, and I just had to take it one step at a time.
I dropped her leg and pulled away from her to lie down in the middle of the bed, resting my head on the pillow, close to hers.
"I'm all yours." I smiled at her.
She smiled in return and lifted herself up to straddle me. She wasted no time dropping down on my dick, and I grabbed onto her hips as she started to rock forward.
I was in awe of the beauty before me.
Her auburn hair fell down her back as she tilted her head and groaned. She was a fucking goddess. A light I shouldn't want, but fucking hell, I was going to keep her no matter how fucked-up I was inside.
Looking down at me, she perked her lips into a devious smile, her innocence stripped away and replaced with something else, something darker.
She rode me harder, and I pulled at her hips with every thrust she gave. I watched her face contort in ecstasy. Her pussy began to clench around my dick, and I knew she was about to come. Leaning up, I sucked a nipple into my mouth, and that was all it took. She wrapped her arms around my back and her body clenched into mine. I couldn't hold back any longer and groaned my own release.
We stayed like that, in each other’s arms, breathing heavily. In a matter of minutes, things changed for me. Having her in my arms, holding her after something so intimate, was something I'd never done before.
Sophia had been the only woman I'd ever held with any kind of emotion: guilt, sympathy, love. I had a sense of protection for her, to free her from the Hell she'd been dragged into. But with Emma, it was different. I still felt protective for her, but it was possessive. She'd been put in my line of sight for a reason. She'd opened my mind and made me crave new things, lightening my dark soul, giving me hope for something better. I wasn't going to let that go.
I knew there was a high possibility of things not working out, but I'd lived my life with the idea that there was no way out of the Hell I'd been trapped in. If I could get one speck of life out of that darkness, then I was going to take it.
Emma lifted herself up and dropped on the bed beside me, letting out a contented sigh. With her off me, I decided to get up and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. While I was in there, I looked myself over in the mirror.
A few hours before, I'd been contemplating cutting myself once again and yet, there I stood, feeling different than before. I couldn't explain it, but being with her made my inner-self tolerable. It was baffling and caused a sense of unease, but it was what I'd wanted for so long. To feel normal. To have some sense of a normal life that wasn't overshadowed by my past. It wasn't the sex, either. I'd been with countless women and never had this feeling.
Taking one last look at myself, I moved away from the counter and headed toward the door. I glanced out to see Emma lying on her side, her eyes closed. I stared at her and l
ooked over her beautiful body. I'd never slept with a woman before—at least, not intentionally. The night I fell asleep with Emma was an exception. My intention that night hadn't been to fall asleep with her beside me, but my subconscious didn't seem to mind.
Walking out into the room, I headed for the bed and leaned over her. Her eyes shot open and she smiled up at me. My come was still spread all over her chest and although I would’ve liked to keep it there, I was sure I'd rather enjoy the privilege of washing it off her.
"Come take a shower with me."
She smiled bigger, and I took that as a sign that she accepted my request. Reaching my arms out, I moved one under her legs and the other around her back, lifting her against my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She snuggled into me and I walked back into my bathroom, straight to the shower.
I set her down and leaned in to turn the water on. Turning, I noticed her looking around the wall of the shower to the mirror that had been broken the last time she was there.
"I had it fixed the next day," I stated, watching her through the reflection.
She dropped her gaze and stared at the floor. "Of course. I was just looking."
Lifting my hand, I tilted her chin to me.
"I know the images of that night will be hard to forget, but I don't want them to taint any of the time we have together. This," I stated, pointing between us, "is what matters. Right now is what matters."
She lifted up on her toes and kissed my lips softly, then pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "I agree. And I'll cherish all the time we have together. Now, let's take that shower so you can get me clean."
I smiled as she walked past me and into the shower.
I'd be happy to.
Eighteen
Emmalynn
I stepped into the shower and watched Mason as he sauntered in behind me. It was big enough to hold seven people, but he walked directly to me and pulled me under the spray. I nudged my face into the crook of his neck and inhaled, smelling his skin. I didn't know if it was his cologne or his natural smell, but it was addictive and utterly sexy.
Mason's hand roamed my body and I reached around and rested mine on the lower part of his back. The night had taken a different turn than I'd planned, but I wasn't complaining. I'd worked myself up before Carlos picked me up, thinking I wouldn't let him take control. The plan was to come into the house, strip, and seduce him. Get him to where he wouldn't be able to say no.
Things were going well, but what I wasn't expecting was to be on my knees and not want the control any longer. Looking up at him and being so vulnerable made me want to surrender myself to him. Allow him to do with me as he pleased. Wasn't that what I'd said the night before? It wasn't what I'd planned, but I wouldn't have changed it for anything. And being able to kiss his scars and not have him push me away meant more to me than I know my actions meant to him. Allowing me to do it, which I hadn't really expected, let me know, at least in some way, that he trusted me.
Pulling back from his chest, I tilted my head back into the water and smiled at him.
"I never know what to expect when I'm with you," I told him as I ran my hands up his chest, brushing the little bit of chest hair he had between my fingers.
"Is that so?" He quirked his brow.
"Yes."
"I might say the same about you."
I laughed and bit my lip.
"I will say that anytime you want to come over and strip off your clothes, I won't stop you." He chuckled, and I buried my head into his chest again with a grin.
Tilting my chin up, we looked into each other’s eyes, and the thought I’d had about falling for him seemed so very true in that moment. It really wouldn’t be so hard since I was already halfway there.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
I smiled at his words and tried to hide my face, but he wouldn't let me.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips against mine and gave me a soft, sweet kiss before pulling back and turning to grab a loofa and body wash. After putting the soap on it, he wet it and started with my back, my chest still against his, and worked his way down to my ass.
I bit my lip and held back the moan his hands were causing. I couldn't imagine being turned on again so quickly after the session we'd just had, but I was ready to go.
He pulled me away from his body and added more soap to the loofa, then pressed it to my skin. Starting with my shoulders, he worked his way down my arms then back again, rubbing in circles until he reached my breasts.
I watched him in fascination as he took his time, rubbing and massaging, causing my pussy to clench with every passing of the rough material over my sensitive nipples.
He watched his work in full concentration, and he looked so sexy doing it. His hair was wet and pushed back, water dripping down his chest. I wanted to lean forward and lick the trails it was traveling, but waited for my turn.
While he cleaned one breast, one hand was massaging the other and vice versa, causing moans to escape my lips. I closed my eyes and savored every touch of his skin upon mine.
Then his hands moved further, starting with my stomach until they stopped at my pelvic bone.
I opened my eyes and looked into the bright blue ones staring back at me. I could tell he was turned on by how intently he was staring at me. I widened my stance and he gently washed between my legs, taking his time with every stroke, all the while keeping his eyes on mine.
It was so intimate that he would care for me in such a way. I was sure some would say it wasn't more intimate than sex, but to me that wasn't true. Not all sex was intimate; you could meet anyone and have unemotional sex. There was a personal level of trust that went into caring for your partner that not everyone possessed. And if I'd learned anything from my previous relationship, it was exactly that.
After thoroughly washing the area, a small smirk lifted his lips as he handed me the loofa. I glanced at it and smiled back at him, excitement coursing through my veins at the thought of unabashedly running my hands all over his body.
I added more soap and ran it under the water before I pressed it to his body. I looked up at him as I moved it across his chest, the other hand following in its wake. He was a demanding, controlling man, but right then, I was the one in control.
I glanced down at the suds flowing down his torso and bit my lip at the sight of his erection. He was almost fully hard.
"You see something you like, princess?"
"Maybe." I smirked as I washed his stomach. His muscles tightened as he laughed, and I used my finger to outline them as I went down further.
I could feel my inner core pulsating in anticipation of another round with him, but I kept myself calm and collected as I used this little bit of power I had over him to my advantage.
Running the loofa down, I washed around his erection, avoiding it completely. Then I looked up to see his eyes piercing mine and I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped my lips, causing him to smile, as well.
"Don't poke the beast, princess."
"Are you calling him," I stated as I grabbed his erection, "the beast?" I worked the loofa around to his backside and stroked his dick softly with the other.
He leaned forward, causing me to take a step back and let go of his erection.
"I am."
I took another two steps away from him, my back hitting the shower wall. "Isn't that egotistical for you to say?"
He smirked at me as he stalked me like prey, standing only a foot away. "Only if it were untrue, princess. I'll let you be the judge of that." He poked my thigh with it.
I glanced down and bit my lip. If he wanted to call it the beast, that was fine with me. I gazed back up at him to tell him just that, but his lips crashed against mine. His hands cupped my face, and I dropped the loofa to grab onto his forearms as he assaulted my mouth. His kiss was slow but hard, teasing yet demanding. I loved it. Kissing was one of the things that turned me on to the point of combusting, but they had to be an exceptional k
isser, and Mason was amazing. My core clenched, begging for him to be inside me every time his lips were on mine.
He pulled back and I looked up at his lips, dripping with water.
"You've changed things for me, Emma."
I stared into his eyes, which were focused on my mouth as he spoke before they drifted up to meet my gaze.
"You've changed things for me, too."
Every fear I had washed away.
He smiled that half-grin he always displayed when he was about to do something delicious, and he didn't disappoint. Leaning down slowly, he brushed his lips against mine and I opened up for him, nibbling his bottom lip at first then joining our tongues in a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. He moaned and ran his hands down the side of my body until they reached the bottom curve of my butt. I yelped into his mouth as he pulled me up, and I held on tight as he pushed my body against the shower wall.
He broke our kiss and leaned forward to suck a nipple into his mouth. I gasped in approval, rocking my hips against him, digging my nails into his neck as the sensations flowed through me. He moved to the other nipple, giving soft nibbles before sucking the whole thing into his mouth. I moved my fingers to grip onto his hair and moaned with every flick of his tongue. It was almost too much. I was so worked up that rocking my hips on him was about to release some of the ache I'd built up. I knew he could tell because I was working faster against him.
"Not yet, princess."
He pulled away from me, and we gazed at each other as I felt him position himself at my entrance. He pushed in slowly, and I watched as he bit his lip and his breathing increased. He was looking at me so intently, watching every expression I made as he pulled out agonizingly slow and pushed back in the same way. He was torturing me with pleasure, but I loved every minute of it.
He started to pick up his pace, but it still wasn't as fast as it had been all the other times we'd been together. It was as if he was trying to make it last, but with every slow thrust, his pelvis was teasing my clit and it pulsed with every touch, bringing me closer and closer.
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