she purred like a sated cat. She arched into his caresses then dropped her head to kiss him.
“So sweet,” he murmured. “You taste just like I dreamed you’d taste.”
She smiled and nipped at his bottom lip, sucking it between her teeth. Then she all but crawled up his
body so she could position her breasts at his mouth. She wanted his lips around her nipples, wanted to feel
the erotic pull of his mouth.
“Can you take me?” he asked hoarsely. “I don’t want to hurt you, Emmy. If you’re tired or sore I’ll wait.”
Ignoring his question, she shimmied back down his body until his cock nudged impatiently between her
legs.
“The question is, can you take me?”
His eyes gleamed and sparked as he stared up at her. “Do you worst, love.”
With a smile, she reached down and tucked his cock to her opening, rising up as she did. He was as big
and hard as Taggert, but God he looked longer. She glanced nervously at him then back again.
His hand rested on her waist but he waited, not pushing.
“I won’t hurt you, Emmy,” he said softly. “Take as much of me or as little of me as you want. It’s all up
to you.”
She eased down, feeling him stretch her as she lowered herself onto him. He reached to hold her, to offer
support and she grasped his arms for leverage.
Her knees dug into his sides, and she closed her eyes before rising to give her better position to take all of
him. The sensation of him filling her was delicious. So hard, big and thick.
Already she panted, her body coiling into a tight ball of intense sexual heat. She came down forcefully,
gasping as she stretched more when he pushed deeper.
“Take it easy, baby,” Greer chided as he lifted her hips to ease the burn.
“No,” she whimpered. She wanted it all. All of him. All he had to give.
She released his arms and placed her palms flat on his chest, rose over him and slammed down, taking
him into her body in one heated rush.
His fingers curled into her hips at the same time a breathless curse slipped past his lips.
“Ride me, Emmy. Make me yours.”
Her fingers curled into the hair on his chest. She rose and fell, gripping him with her knees. She rotated,
bucked and took him hard.
Her hair slid forward, a curtain over her shoulders. The strands tickled Greer’s skin, and he wrapped his
hands in them, gathering until his fists rested on her shoulders. Then he extricated his fingers and let them
slide down her body until he cupped her breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between his thumb and
forefinger.
Her pussy fluttered and convulsed wetly around him, and unbelievably her orgasm rose when just
moments before she’d been limp and sated.
“Come with me,” she whispered. “When I do.”
“Always. Always with you.”
She closed her eyes as he raised a hand to her cheek. She nuzzled into his palm, enjoying the simple
pleasure of his touch.
Fluidly she arched over him, undulating, finding a smooth rhythm that had them both straining. Their
harsh breaths filled the air, and when she opened her eyes, her unfocused gaze found Taggert, still lying
on the bed, his eyes glowing with lust. And love. For her. All for her.
She reached for his hand even as she gripped Greer with her other. She stared at them both with all her
love for them to see. The words stuck in her throat. She was too gripped by emotion to force them past
stiff lips. But she could show them.
She guided Greer’s hand down to where they were joined, and he slipped a finger through her folds until
he found her swollen little nub. His fingers spread the hood, baring her clit to his touch. He stroked, just
light little touches but it was enough to send her right over the edge.
She jerked, gripping Taggert’s fingers until they were bloodless. A low cry of desperation burst from her
chest. It hurt. God, the tension was so great she was going to shatter.
Up and down, she slammed against his body, driving him deeper, harder.
“Emmy!” Greer cried.
His finger pressed hard against her clit, and she shattered. He arched convulsively into her, and she was
too tired, too devastated to continue the ride. So he held her hips and did the work as his release flooded
into her.
Long after she’d slumped forward, his hips rose, his thrusts easing in and out of her. And then he wrapped
his arms around her, holding her so close she could feel the frantic beat of his heart.
He kissed her hair and then her temple. He raised his hands to pull the heavy curtain away from her face,
and she lay limply over him, absorbing his strength.
“Ours now,” he murmured. “Ours, Emmy.”
She smiled and glanced lazily up at Taggert who lay there still watching. She raised her hand and he laced