This is the part that feels real.
And this is the part I really want.
I close my eyes and lie my head back on the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.
After a few beats, Emmett murmurs, "Everything okay?"
"You aren't sleeping?"
"Not when I can feel your eyes on me," he says. "Though I do like being admired."
"You would."
He opens his eyes and looks at me. "Kiss me."
"What?"
"Kiss me."
I give him a wary look, even though kissing him really is one of my favorite things. "Why?"
"Because I want you to."
"But no one is here to take a picture of it."
"But I want you to."
I stare at him for a moment, trying to figure him out. "Is this what Emmett Hill wants?"
"I want more than just a kiss, but it will do."
I close my eyes, lean over and leave a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.
I'm about to pull back and ask if that was enough but he reaches up and grabs me by the back of the neck, pulling me further down so my mouth is crushed against his, my breasts pressed against his chest. He moans into my mouth and I feel it all the way through me.
I'm wet in a second. Damn that he has this kind of power over me.
Before I even know what's happening, my clothes are being pulled off and I'm pulling off the blankets he's wrapped in and then the both of us are naked on the berth, our bodies tangled in each other.
"Fuck," he swears, holding my face in his hands and sucking my lower lip into his mouth like it's candy. "You're so fucking beautiful, Alyssa. I can't survive the days anymore without feeling you like this."
Jesus. When he says things like that, I don't even stand a chance.
Real or fake?
But it doesn't fucking matter. I want him, I want him so deep inside until I can't breathe. I want to feel just how real he is.
"Lie back," he whispers hoarsely, his eyes burning, lit from within. "Spread your legs. Touch yourself. Show me what you like. Where you want me to put my tongue, my lips. Where I need to take my time tasting you."
I swallow hard. My cheeks are hot, tight, flaming red. There's blushing and then there's me.
I'm not sure I'll ever get used to his dirty talk.
But I know one thing, I never want him to stop.
And so I do as he says. I scoot back onto the bed and, teasingly I might add, I open my legs.
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I know we've had sex before but this is the first time he's getting a good long look at me.
It feels extra-long because he's taking his time, staring at me with simmering lust.
"I could feast on you for hours," he murmurs, his eyes briefly meeting mine before settling between my legs again. "What a perfect, wet, pink pussy. You're fucking stunning, baby."
I swallow. My body is absolutely ravenous. I feel put on display but the way he's looking at me only makes me want him more.
"You want me?" he asks gently, coming closer, prowling like a jungle cat.
I nod. "Fuck yes."
"I want to lick every inch of your body," he murmurs as he looms over top of me, his hard chest and tanned skin taking over my world. "Is that all right?" He licks along the rim of my ear, the sensation causing my skin to tingle.
"Yes," I say and it sounds like I'm begging.
I am begging.
He continues to move his lips and tongue down the length of my body, caressing my collarbone, my breasts, sucking hard at my nipples until I'm dizzy and nearly mad with sensation.
God, this is so good, so good.
My stomach shivers under his tongue and my hips jerk under the tickle of his permanent stubble, the sweep of his full lips.
Finally, his head settles between my legs, already parted wide for him, hungry with want. Just as he did before as he gazed at me, he takes his time. He parts me open, slowly letting the rough pad of his fingertip brush over my sensitive flesh.
I'm already gasping, unable to keep quiet, to contain myself.
Yes, yes, yes. More.
Give me more.
Then his tongue snakes out, sliding along my clit and setting off more fireworks that flame the fire inside me. My breath shakes, unstable, my fingers clawing at the cushions. My hips lift up, wanting more of him.
He obliges, putting his mouth and lips into it. He's watching me. Those icy-blue eyes are watching my every movement as he gives me more and more pleasure, his teeth grazing over my clit, his tongue plunging deep inside. His head between my legs is the world's most beautiful sight.
This feels more real than anything else before.
I can't hold his gaze any longer. I throw my head back and the world becomes hotter, tighter, combustible. The heat inside me grows and grows and grows, this impossible force, like the sun, that gathers every single nerve in my body, winding it over and over again.