Emins’ Mate(30)

His body was tightening, his strokes becoming erratic in his pleasure. But fuck that. He wasn’t ready for this to be over. No. He’d been waiting for weeks for this.

So he pulled out, rolled them over and pressed inside her again. Her legs automatically clasped around his waist as he gripped her back, jammed their chests together. There was no limit to how close he needed them to be. He fused their mouths and plunged his tongue into her soft mouth. He was so far inside her, he was about one thrust away from being her, and that was just how he wanted it. How he needed it.

Glory tore her mouth away from his to moan. “Oh, Emin, I can feel you everywhere. You’re everywhere. You’re-”

She broke off and slammed her lips closed on a scream of passion that had him biting her lip and thrusting into her.

“No, do not hide your scream from me. That scream is mine. Give it to me.”

He swiveled his hips and brought one hand to her breast, kneading and plucking at the nipple.

She screamed again, good and loud this time, and it ripped a grin from him as he hunched over her, dropped his forehead to her chest.

“I - Christos - you’re so… Glory. I can’t- I can’t-” Emin broke off and stiffened as his body tensed, ripping him over the edge. Somewhere, in the dim recesses of his mind, he felt her squeeze around him again, her body tightening as her nails scratched across his back. He was coming like his life was ending. As if his spirit had just up and decided to move house. He felt as big as the entire sky, like his body could hug the whole world as he came and came and came.

He realized, as he relaxed against her, that in a way, he was, indeed, hugging the whole world. Because that’s what she had become for him.

The thought threatened to strangle him for a moment so he reached out and took the bud of her nipple into his mouth.

She yelped and then giggled. “That tickles!”

“You taste so good,” he murmured against her before he leaned up and grinned at her. “Everywhere.” He waggled his eyebrows and made her giggle again.

“Even my girl parts?” she asked, cocking her head to one side in genuine curiosity.

“Especially your girl parts.” He pulled out of her and tied off the condom, tossing it in the trash can by the bed.

“Hmmm,” she said, considering. “I wouldn’t have thought someone would like that.”

“Glory,” he said, lifting her from the nest on the floor and placing her in the bed. “I am man. I like to eat pussy. I would live in pussy if I could.”

“Pussy?!” she yelped, utterly delighted. She put one hand over the body part in question. “Like a cat?”

“Yes,” he replied, finally, finally, allowing himself the pleasure of sleeping beside her in the bed. “My little tiger and her little cat.”

He tugged her toward him, flipping aside a pillow that was separating them. He had to say it. He’d held back so much for so long with her. He couldn’t stand doing this halfway. It might kill him. He needed it all.

“Glory,” he said and had her turning toward him, her eyes as serious as his tone. “I do not share.”

“You mean the bed?” she asked. “You want me to sleep down there?”

“No, kvietka,” he laughed and traced a hand over her hair. “I mean with your body. With my body, too. I do not share.”

“Oh. You mean that only I get to do that with you?”

“And you with me,” he nodded.

“Of course!” Glory said. “You’re the only one I would ever in a million years do that with. You’re the only one who makes my pussy warm. And wet.”

His eyes heated without taking them from hers. He reached into the bedside drawer, pulled out another condom. “I am going to fuck you again, because you say that and now I need it.”

“Yes,” she said, drawing his face toward her. “Yes.”

His hand found her, warm and wet as promised, and he opened her for him. Her hips worked against him as she made little moaning noises. Laying on their sides, he hitched her leg over his hip and pressed himself into her.

Her mouth fell open and her eyes slammed shut. “Emin,” she whispered.

He tangled a hand in her hair, baring her neck to him. “Say it,” he growled as he kissed along her neck and pumped into her. “Only me.”

“Only you,” she breathed, her body already tightening for him.

“Again.”

“Only you, Emin.”

He rolled them so that she straddled him. She blinked, momentarily nonplussed to be in the driver’s seat. But he lifted her hips and slammed her back down on him. She picked it up very quickly and soon she was riding him in quick little unstudied strokes that had him gritting his teeth and swearing.