Chapter Eleven

When the front door shut behind him, Coleson flipped the lock and then immediately pulled her into his arms. Running his thumb gently across her lips, his eyes darkened with arousal. Sliding his hands down her hips, he pulled her in close before fusing his mouth to hers. Emmie stood up on tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck as fire licked through her body. She arched into his touch, into his kiss, into everything he was doing to her. Wanting him. Needing him. The electricity grew with each passing moment. Hungrily exploring each other, tongues dancing together. The kiss morphed into something more primal. Raw and unyielding.

Emmie slid her hand inside his shirt, scraping her fingernails across his pectorals. His stomach muscles tightened at the caress as chill bumps sprouted on his skin when she brushed over his nipples. When they finally broke off the kiss, they stared at each other, and she touched her tingling lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, brushing some hair off her forehead.

“So are you,” she whispered.

“Oh, baby, I think you might need some glasses.” He grabbed hold of her hips and maneuvered her backward down the short hallway to the bedroom.

“And I think you’re teasing. You know you’re good looking.”

“It only matters that you think that. Are you sure you want me to spend the night?”

“Without a doubt.”

“Good,” he said.

As soon as they stepped into the bedroom, he slid his hands down to cup her butt to lift her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, muscles bulging as he held her. He carried her to the bed and tumbled her onto the mattress before coming down on top of her, kissing her mouth, her neck, sucking on her earlobe. Clothes quickly came off, both chuckling as they helped each other get naked.

He was a beautiful man, with a streamlined physique. Corded muscles on his arms with classic washboard abs. The V-cut defined his pelvis, leading into strong thighs. Whatever he did for a living kept him in immaculate shape.

Emmie ran a finger down his torso to his groin, and over the tip of his cock. A bead of moisture appeared and she scooped it up, rubbing the dew over the head before licking it off. Coleson moaned and buried his hands in her hair. Taking that as encouragement to continue, she kissed the hot skin at the base of the shaft then trailed her lips upward. More pre-cum leaked and she lapped it up, loving the salty essence on her tongue. His hips twitched, as if his control slipped.

“You look so sexy with your lips wrapped around my dick,” he whispered. “Come here.”

He pulled out of her mouth and brought her up to crush her body against his. As they kissed, he buried his face in her neck and breathed her in, relentless as he gave little love bites over her skin. Coleson cupped her breasts, carrying their weight as he pinched the taut nipples. The jolt shot all through her body, causing an ache between her thighs. As soon as he slid his finger along her slit, a deep moan escaped. Her heart felt like it pounded out of her chest.

“You’re already wet for me, Emmie.”

“Yes, please,” she gasped, thrusting her pelvis up. She needed his touch like she needed to breathe. She craved him, her drug of choice. Emmie parted her legs even more, as his thumb found her clit and pressed, circling the nub. He slipped a finger inside and immediately her pussy contracted on the penetrating finger. He eased a second in, the entire time still rubbing her clit with his thumb. Emmie couldn’t help but push back, fucking against his fingers, needing to get off. The pressure almost too much to bear.

Just when her body began the climb to orgasm, he pulled away, groping for his pants. The sound of a condom wrapper seemed exceptionally loud in the quiet. He said not a word, but that was all right with her. She didn’t want to hear the empty promises made in the heat of the moment. He lined up, hands on her hips, and entered her with a smooth, mighty thrust.

“Oh, fuck, you feel good,” he whispered into her ear, the harshness of his breath heating her neck.

“Yes,” she managed to get out.

He set a smooth pace, surging forward and then retracting until only the head of his cock poised at the entrance. They stared into each other’s eyes, and somehow that made this different. That they weren’t just fucking. Their connection ran deeper, and for a moment she wondered how she would be once the summer was over and they went their separate ways.

Shaking off the melancholy thought, she pushed it far away. This was not the time to be wondering about the future. This was their time together.

His speed increased, until he was thrusting with abandonment, and still, they stared at one another. It was magical. Pleasure sluiced through every cell in her body. Emmie matched his wildness, hurtling toward completion. Beyond reason, beyond anything but pure bliss.

Emmie cried out his name as she reached it—that platform of ecstasy which flung her out into the universe—soaring high among absolute sensation. A second later Coleson joined her, groaning out his own pleasure before slumping over her back. Both sweaty and panting heavily. It was sublime. Perfect exhilaration.

“Holy fuck, woman,” he muttered. “That was absolutely amazing.”

Her whole body shook in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

“Ditto,” she managed to say.

Coleson reached down to hold onto the condom as he pulled out of her. He rose and headed into the bathroom, where the faucet ran a moment later. He wasn’t self-conscious at all as he walked back to bed, and she couldn’t help but ogle him, already wanting round two.

He laid down and she propped her head up with her palm, unable to keep from smiling. Coleson ran a finger down the bridge of her nose.

“What’s going through that devious little smile?” he asked.

“Not devious. Just … happy. I’ve not felt that in a long time.”

“I’m glad. You deserve happiness, Emmie. Come here.”

He wrapped his arms around her. She laid her head on his chest, right over his heartbeat. The rhythm lulled her into a sense of enchantment.

She closed her eyes and slept.