After All(76)

"That's okay?"

"It's better than okay, sunshine," I tell her. "I don't want to be alone either."

There's something about the reality and rawness that we witnessed today that makes me want to hold onto her even tighter. It makes me appreciate just how wild and real she is, that she's the fire in my life, the one that makes my heart beat. I want to bury myself deep inside her and never let go, let her light wash over all my darkness, let it dissolve my past. Alyssa is my sun, pure golden warmth that leaves only love behind.

My love for her.

Fuck, I'm in too deep.

But I don't care.

We get to my place and we're practically tearing each other's clothes off as we stumble through the courtyard. Once inside we move to the bedroom, articles being discarded to the floor, our mouths clashing against each other, lips, tongue, teeth. It's messy, it's urgent, it's a life force.

I push her down onto my bed, staring at her gorgeous body, the sly look in her eyes as I stand at the edge of the bed with my cock jutting out, already stiff as a board.

Her eyes widen as I knew they would. She loves my cock and I love her for it.

Her mouth parts sweetly and she turns around on her knees, shuffling to the edge. Her hands grab the back of my thighs, her nails digging in, and she stares up at me with burning eyes.

She doesn't break eye contact with me-I'm starting to think she gets off by watching me get off. I've been with my fair share of women, but none of them were as brazen as she is, not even close. It gets under my skin like nothing else.

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

She takes me in her mouth, working me softly, sweetly, but oh so fucking wild. I close my eyes and throw my head back, both wanting her to continue and wanting her to stop.

When I'm close to coming, I pull back, breathless. She stares at me, soulful, yearning, her perfect mouth open and glistening, practically begging for my cum.

I lick my lips and grab her by the arms, wanting her to feel my fire, feel just what she does to me, how mad with lust and desire she makes me feel. I pull her to me and kiss her urgently as the need, the lust, the want comes pouring out. I might just devour her right here. Everything she offers up is so beautiful and real and pure, but it's never enough. I don't just want to touch her and be with her, I want to fuse with her. Especially tonight of all nights. I want to sink inside her so deeply that she'll feel bereft without me there. I want to be everything to her, the way that she's become to me. I want her to feel that she'll never be alone when I'm around.

She's kissing me back, wild and untamed. She's clawing at me now, nails on my back, and I'm gripping her so hard I feel I might break her.

Quickly, I push her back until she's lying on the bed. I'll never tire of the sight of her beneath me, so perfect, every swoop and soft, plump curve that my lips and tongue and hands are so ridiculously addicted to. Her pussy is a fucking treasure, bare and wet, and for this moment, for every moment I've spent with her, I know it belongs to me.

Mine.

I move between her spread legs. It's almost painful, this desire, this need. Seeing my bare cock hard and ready, herself open, pink and soft-I feel like no man should ever be so blessed.

I want in deep and to never let go.

Slowly, so slowly, I ease myself into her as she raises her hips, pushing toward me herself, wanting that deeper purchase. Her mouth opens wider the further I get, her body stretching around me, holding me so impossibly tight.


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Fuck.

I kiss her, melting my mouth into hers, wanting to be as close as possible.

Our faces are just inches apart as I slowly pull out and ease myself into her. Our gaze never breaks. Hers is full of lust and wonder, as if she's seeing me for the first time. I can only hope she likes what she sees, that I'm enough for her. The real Emmett, not the man on the screen. The one who came from filth, the one she somehow still sees as worthy.

When our hips meet, it makes me still, and I have to suck in my breath to regain control. There's something about her that makes me want to completely lose it and I've been losing my mind since the day I met her.

She confidently wraps her legs around my waist and rocks her hips forward, each movement pulling me further and further into her. Her hands are at my back and pushing into my muscles. Our skin moves against each other like we are one.

"Fuck, Alyssa," I croak out, sucking along her neck, to her tits. My tongue teases around the hardened peak of her nipple and I pull it into my mouth with one long, hard draw. Her moan is so loud, so uninhibited that I feel unstoppable. I'm in over my head for this, for the warmth, that damn, intoxicating warmth of being really, truly inside of her, of feeling her in every way I can.