"Harder," she says, arching her back. "Emmett, harder."
My name on her lips is a drug. I piston my hips to drive into her deeper, my knees burning as I pound her again and again and again. Her perfect tits bounce with each thorough thrust, and suddenly there are no thoughts. No pain. No past. That feeling of falling, of realizing how good it can fucking be when you actually care about someone.
When you love someone.
Shit. Fucking shit.
I don't know how much more I can hold on.
"Emmett," she whispers to me but never finishes her sentence. She just repeats my name with reverence, like I'm a prayer on her lips.
I keep working her, determined. The flush on her face spreads to her chest and her legs quiver around my waist. She's holding onto me like I'm about to fly and she doesn't want to be left behind.
I go to slip my hand down over her clit but she's already there and I barely have to trigger her. She cries out loudly, hips jerking upward, body shaking like a earthquake. She's so unbelievable when she's coming, this pulsing, writhing woman–god, she's such a woman–and I'm the cause of all of it. I'm the one who brings this force of nature to her knees, to the edge.
And she does the same to me.
My orgasm sneaks up on me, like being hit from behind. It's beautifully devastating and I'm loud when I come. I'm groaning and grunting as the orgasm wrings it out of me, but from the way she's gasping for breath and still holding tight, she still riding the same wave.
I collapse against her, sweat dripping off my brow and over my nose. I can hardly breathe but I don't care. I'm shuddering on the inside, completely unraveled.
This woman. This beautiful woman that I've just come inside of, this woman whose soft, creamy neck I'm kissing because it's the only thing to do.
She's my first act and she'll be my last.
There will never be anyone else for me.
I stay inside her for as long as possible, until she starts to adjust underneath me. When I pull out of her, the loss is deeper than I thought it would be.
I brush the hair back from her damp forehead. "Hi," I say softly. Because I feel like we're meeting again for the first time.
"Hi," she says lazily. Her hands ghost up and down my back, as if she can't quite believe what just happened.
"I like it when you stay over," I tell her.
"So do I."
"I could do that again in five minutes."
She laughs. Oh god, what a beautiful sound.
"Mmmm, you're ambitious."
"Only with you, sunshine. Only with you."
She reaches up and kisses the tip of my nose, giggling.
Everything inside me warms and blooms.
Chapter 16
Alyssa
"What is that?" Jackie asks as I walk toward their Land Rover. She gets out of the passenger seat and comes over to the take the Tupperware container out of my hands. I give her a grateful smile, slinging my duffel bag up on my shoulder as I take it around to Will who is opening the trunk.
"Cookies and brownies," I tell her.
"You bake?" Will asks with a grin, taking the bag from me, looking impressed.
"No but my roommate does," I tell them. "And I'll just say, Jackie, you're not allowed to have any."
"Why not?" she asks, totally confused. "Am I already that fat?"
Will rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "Dream girl, they're pot cookies," he explains patiently.
"I can't believe you're married and you still call her dream girl," I tease him.
He shuts the trunk and gives me a stern look. "And I can't believe I have to spend the long weekend with you." He glances at Jackie. "Tell me why this was a good idea again? I see her enough at work."
"Oh whatever, big boy, you love it," I say as I get in the backseat. We just have to pick up Emmett from his house and then we're off on a three-and-a half-hour drive to BC's sweltering interior and my hometown.
Will and Jackie recently got a Range Rover in preparation for their growing family and it still has that new car smell, even though I know their dogs ride in this thing a lot. I actually wish the dogs–Joan of Bark and Sprocket–were coming on the road trip with us, but knowing my luck with animals, they'd probably shit on me while I'm sleeping or something.
"So," Jackie says, eyeing me in the rearview mirror. "Are you excited? Nervous?"
"Why should she be nervous?" Will asks, his watch glinting in the sun as he drives.
"You don't understand women at all," Jackie says.
"Apparently not."
"I'm not nervous," I tell her. "I'm good. I'm excited. I think it's going to do us a lot of good to get away for a few days and just relax. You wouldn't believe the week I had at work, my stupid boss ran me ragged."