I am so worked up that the added sensation of being filled with his fingers makes me lightheaded with pleasure. Before long I am gripping the pillow against my mouth and shivering beneath a tidal wave of ecstasy.
“Oh god, Emmett,” I moan in the aftermath of my pleasure, yanking his head out from between my legs and writhing across the bed, begging for him to finally move over me. Any orgasm from him is earth-shattering, but nothing compares to the feeling of him moving inside of me.
He growls as he eases himself inside, bringing his fingers back to my clit as he pushes and pulls against my tight and pulsing muscles. I realize this is our third time together, and I must be getting more comfortable with him, because for once my excitement overrides any anxiety I might have felt before. I am so tight around his hardness that every thrust, combined with his stroking fingers against my folds, makes me feel like I will cum again instantly.
“Cum for me, baby,” he commands, giving me permission to fall into another roaring orgasm.
He stays inside of me as I cum on his cock before he crashes over my quivering body, pressing his bare chest to mine as he slows down.
“I don’t ever want anyone else to know you like this,” he groans into my ear. “This is just for me.” His hands slide across my body as he moves inside slowly, but deep enough to drive me crazy with pleasure.
“I don’t want anyone else,” I whimper against his neck, knowing in that moment that I’ve never said anything truer.
His head rears back suddenly as his pace quickens and he looks me boldly in the eyes with an almost threatening stare. “Promise me,” he bellows. “Promise you belong to me.”
He thrusts harder as he stares expectantly, needing me to devote myself entirely to him.
“Only you,” I assure him breathlessly, not feeling a moment’s hesitation as he pounds into me harder, pushing me to an edge of sensation I’ve never felt before.
He straightens and pulls my legs to his shoulders, angling himself into me and stroking all of the perfect places, moving faster with building need. I don’t think it’s possible to cum again so soon, but as he moans my name in his own mounting pleasure, I crash over the edge yet again. He collapses across me again, pushing so deep into me I’d expect it to hurt, but it only makes me cum harder as he releases at the same time.
He lingers inside of me, slowly gliding back and forth to draw our orgasms out to the last possible second. He milks every ounce of pleasure we can get from it, moving so slowly I think I might die. Finally, we are too sensitive to keep going and his head crashes to my shoulder.
We lay in still silence for a long time as I stroke my fingers through his hair, cradling him against my naked body. I lean my head around to see if he’s asleep, but his eyes are still open and glistening in the dim lamplight. He looks content, with a gentle grin settled into the corner of his mouth. I don’t think I have ever seen him look so peaceful.
I bunch up the cheap comforter in my hand, watching the paisley pattern of it melt together. It’s made up of the ugliest shades of maroon, emerald, and white, with touches of mustard yellow. It’s also itchy and feels grimy. But I’m still lying here, wrapped up in it without a care in the world. My desire for Emmett makes me forget about these kinds of things for a moment. I forget where we are and how gross this room is. It all falls away before my need for him. Everything seems to fall away when I am face to face with him, maybe to a point of being unhealthy.
“Third time’s the charm, I guess,” I giggle after a while, breaking our quiet trance.
His head bolts up with an almost panicked look. “It wasn’t good the first two times?” he frets with a pained smile.
The way his plump pink lips curl into a grin, matching the devilish spark in his eyes, is one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen. Emmett’s intensity is sexy and alluring, but this calmer, more playful side of him is new and even more attractive. I want to see more of it. I want to see him as just a normal teenage boy. The yearning for it makes me more determined than ever to help him find Bernadette. Hopefully she is safe and can come home soon so we can move forward.
“No, every time has been perfect!” I insist as a blush creeps across my cheeks. “But you know…you made me cum three times in a row.” His cheeks light up with a proud smile as he leans in for a kiss. I want to ask him so many questions about how much experience he’s had or the kinds of things he’s done. But I am almost afraid to know the answers. “No guy has ever made me cum before you. Much less three times in a row.” The smile quickly leaves his face as he stands and puts on his boxers.
“Something wrong?” I ask in alarm at his sudden change.
“I don’t want to hear about you being with other guys,” he grumbles.
“Jeez, you are so possessive,” I hiss through my teeth, not realizing my remark would be so offensive. I playfully trail my toes across his chest, hoping to lure him back down into bed. “It was supposed to be a compliment.”
I’m hoping he’ll lighten up and smile again, but instead he drops to a seat at the edge of the bed next to my legs. His head drops as he runs his hands through his hair with a long exhale.
“I’m sorry, Ophelia.” His voice cracks with remorse.
“It’s no big deal,” I assure him. “Just come back and lay down with me a little longer before you have to take me home.”
“No, I mean…I’m sorry for everything,” he persists. “I don’t mean to be the way that I am. I just…I’ve never known anything different.”
“What do you mean?” I straighten, realizing this is much deeper than awkward pillow talk.
“My dad was just so…awful. At least towards me. In ways Bernadette never saw,” he explains with a pained expression. “I want to be different. I want to be better for you. I’m trying…I just…” He trails off and buries his face to his hands.
“Hey…” I coo, rushing to his side to wrap my arms around him with a flurry of kisses across his back. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,” he insists firmly. “You deserve better.”
I am speechless, knowing I have said those words to him too many times to try and take them back now. I thought them on the way here, and with our track record, I may be thinking them again in a couple of days. But in this moment, I feel more confident than ever that what Emmett has been telling me this entire time is true. He’s not some sick monster out to manipulate me at every turn to get what he wants. He’s not even acting purely on whatever this primal connection is between us. He has a good heart beneath all of his issues, and has genuine feelings for me.
“Everything’s just been so messed up,” I murmur against his bare shoulder, wishing I knew exactly what to say to make things better. “Maybe one day we’ll have a chance to just be normal kids together. Having a good time. Maybe then things will be easier. Different.”
“No, Ophelia,” he says with a startling certainty. “Things will never be easy with me. Not with my life and the cards I’ve been dealt. Even if Bernadette is okay, I still have Jameson resting on my shoulders.”
I think about insisting that he can run away from it all. Choose his own life that has nothing to do with the burden of his father’s legacy. But what could I really know about his life? I didn’t grow up wealthy, knowing that I would one day inherit the company my hometown depends on more than anything.
“Then I don’t want easy,” I offer, as I crash back down onto the bed, hoping he will follow.
His head perks up. “What?”
“Fuck easy,” I answer loudly. “Easy is boring.”
He eases across the bed, sprawling out beside me. “You should have easy,” he says softly, caressing my cheek with his thumb before pressing it into my bottom lip firmly, as if it’s a gentle reminder of the beast inside of him.
“I said I don’t want it,” I fire back. “I want you.”
His lips crash across mine as a tear falls down my cheek. I’m terrified, but I mean every word I say. As much as I long for the simple life I once knew, I ended up here in Emmett’s arms instead. Getting here may have been a nightmare, but somehow, we came out on the other side still mad for each other.
“I love you,” he whispers suddenly into my ear, causing my entire body to tense up and swell with a gasp. He pulls back and studies my reaction.
I can’t remember if he has ever said those words to me before, I only know that if he has it was unconvincing. Anything he has said until now felt like a ploy to rope me back in, to keep me where he wanted me. This is the first time it has ever sounded real and sincere, to the point that he might as well have never said it until now.
“What did you say?” I gape in disbelief.
“I love you, Ophelia,” he says again, setting my heart back into an intense pounding.
The sound of those words and my name on his lips has to be one of the most forceful things I have ever heard. I can feel them emanating through my entire body.
“I love you,” I barely manage to say back through my chest, tight with excitement.