by Farlow, LK
"I want to taste all of you," he says, his voice deeper than usual, as he trails his fingers, feather soft, down my abdomen to the waistband of my jeans.
Fear and excitement strum through me like an electric current, but still, I nod.
"Take your pants off," he says as he reaches around to pull his shirt over his head. My eyes are glued to the hard planes of his chest and the dips and valleys of his abs. The man’s a work of art, a god among men, and yet here he is making all of my dreams come true.
Piece by piece, he removes his clothing, until all that's left is a pair of skintight black boxers.
His arousal is evident through the thin material. I fist my hands at my sides as I fight the urge to reach out and touch him, to cup him through the fabric, to explore him as thoroughly as he did me.
I can barely process that he's hard and hot for me, yet the proof is staring me right in the face, quite literally.
He smirks when he sees me staring. "Are you gonna finish taking off those jeans or do you need a little help?"
Wordlessly, I lie back and lift my hips, allowing him to pull them down the rest of the way, taking my underwear with them.
"Fuck, baby," he groans at the sight of me laid bare before him. "You're sure this is okay?”
"I'm positive, Sterling."
He licks his lips as he lowers himself back between my thighs, kissing his way down my stomach. A sudden bout of shyness has my hips shifting as I try to clamp my thighs shut.
Sterling pauses, but at my urging continues, sliding his hands under my ass while pressing his thumbs into my thighs. Using his newfound leverage, he pushes my legs wider, making room for his shoulders before lowering his mouth to my tender, needy flesh.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I nearly scream from the toe-curling sensation. "You like that?" he murmurs, cocky as hell.
I try to respond, but words are beyond me; all I can do is moan and nod.
"Yeah, you fucking love it." He dives back in, licking me from bottom to top, like I'm the best and last meal he will ever eat.
In a matter of minutes, I'm screaming my pleasure as I come violently against his face. "Oh my God," I murmur when I come down from my oxytocin high. "I never knew it could feel like that."
Sterling grins, popping up to his knees. "Just wait, baby, we aren't anywhere close to done.”
My eyes dart down to his still hard dick. "Can I touch you, too?"
He flops onto his back beside me. "You can touch me anytime you want."
Hesitantly, I roll to my side and reach out, pressing my hand to the bulge straining against the front of his boxers. He jerks beneath my touch and I grin, delighting in the knowledge that I affect him just as much as he does me.
"Take off your boxers."
"You do it," he challenges.
If he thinks I'm going to back down, he's wrong. I've set my mind to this; I'm ready, and I want to know how he feels inside of me. God knows, he's already found his way into my heart.
I move so that I'm between his knees and begin working the material down to his feet. He takes over from here, kicking his boxers off and onto the floor.
I knew he was large, but seeing it face-to-face is a whole new experience. My eyes widen with trepidation as I ask, "Are you sure it'll fit?"
"Like a fucking glove, baby."
"Can I kiss it?"
He chuffs out a laugh. "Again, you never have to ask to put any part of your body on mine. You have carte blanche when it comes to me."
I nibble on my lower lip as I lean forward. Gingerly, I flick my tongue against the tip of his dick, and he shudders as an animalistic groan spills from his lips.
Feeling emboldened by his response, I lean down and suck the crown into my mouth, sucking softly.
"Fuck. A little harder."
I follow his guidance, sucking harder.
"Now move your lips down my cock, baby."
Again, I do as he says, causing his hips to flex and a myriad of curses to fall from his lips.
"So good, Emmy. So. Fucking. Good. I love that mouth."
Internally, I grin, beyond pleased with myself.
Somehow, even while he's the one getting pleasure, Sterling takes great care to make sure I know I'm the one in control.
That notion spurs me on and turns me on as I add my hand into the mix, fondling his balls.
"Baby, you gotta stop," he croaks out.
Immediately, I worry I've done something wrong and scramble away from him. "Are you okay?" I ask, uncertainty lacing my tone.
"I'm more than okay, but if we don't stop now, I'm gonna finish in your pretty little mouth."
"Oh." My cheeks flame as his meaning sinks in. "Right. Okay. How do you want to do this?" I ask, immediately regretting it when I realize how completely idiotic I sound.
Sterling just smiles though. "Any way you want. What do you think you'll be most comfortable with?"
I think on it for a minute. “Can I be on top?”
"Baby, are you asking if you can ride me?"
"Um." I shift nervously. "I guess so."
"Go for it, cowgirl."
His joke, while cheesy, is precisely what I need to relax. I don’t know how, but this man always seems to know the exact right way to ease my anxiety.
"Do you have a…a condom?" I ask.
"In my drawer."
I move away from him to grab one, ignoring the pinch of jealousy at the thought of him here with someone else.
"You want to put it on or do you want me to?"
I look back to him, and my brain nearly short-circuits at the sight of him pumping his fist leisurely over himself.
"I'll let you do it," I say, passing him the foil packet, which he eagerly rips into before rolling it down his shaft.
Sterling pats his thighs, signaling for me to climb on top of him. I hesitate momentarily, wondering if I'll be too heavy.
His lips tilt up in a knowing grin, as if he can read my mind. "Baby, I can take it."
I suck in a deep breath, mentally hyping myself before swinging my leg back over his, landing right below his abs.
Immediately, I feel stupid. Obviously, he can handle my weight, as proven earlier tonight. Not to mention, the man's packing pure muscle beneath his clothes.
"Get out of your head and give me a kiss." He hooks his index finger beneath my chin and draws my face to his, mashing our lips together. I open for him and his tongue invades my mouth, pushing away all of my worry until only he remains.
He nips at my lips as his hands roam up and down my body before finally settling on the swell of my ass. "You feel so good. I can't wait to be inside you."
The sensual growl of his voice has me rolling my hips on instinct, desperately searching for friction to alleviate the ache he's created.
"Yes, baby, fuck."
Acting on instinct once again, I lift my hips and he reaches between us to help guide himself inside of me. I wince as the broad head of his dick pushes against my opening.
"Take it as slow as you need to. You set the pace."
I know he means what he is saying, but I can hear the strain in his voice. He wants to feel me wrapped around him just as badly as I want to feel him filling me up.
I take another deep breath and plunge myself downward, seating him fully inside of me.
"Fuck! Goddamn, baby."
My body is caught between ecstasy and agony; it feels like he's ripping me apart from the inside, and yet, I don't want to pull away.
"Let me make you feel good," he begs, and I bob my head in agreement. "I'm going to touch you," he warns seconds before pressing his index and middle finger against my clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in small, tight circles.
I cry out and rock my hips, causing his to buck beneath me. He continues his ministrations until finally that lingering pinch of discomfort ebbs away, leaving nothing but pleasure in its place.
I try to move faster, but his hands move to my hips, stilling me.
I whine as frust
ration washes away the high I was chasing. "I thought I set the pace. I thought I was in control.”
"You are," he rushes to assure me.
"Then quit treating me like I'm made of glass. You won't break me."
A feral grin splits his cheeks as he palms my waist on both sides. "Well, let's see what you got, then."
The challenge in his voice is oddly enticing. Planting my hands on his chest, I lift myself off of him before slamming back down, impaling myself all over again.
Fire burns through me, radiating out from my core at the sensation, and then I start moving against him in earnest, moaning and groaning until the only sounds in the room are that of our pleasure and our skin slapping together in an erotic rhythm.
"I'm so close," I whisper, a desperate edge to my voice. I don't sound like myself, but I can't find it in me to care. "Help me, Sterling. Oh, God, please." I don't even care that I'm begging.
"I've got you." He leans up and presses a kiss directly over my heart. "Hang on, baby." He begins thrusting into me from below and our once-coordinated rhythm is now sloppy and uncontrollable as we both desperately seek our climax.
By some miracle, we finish together, both calling out the other's name. I collapse against his chest, feeling wrung out and yet so, so sated.
"Is that how it always is?" I ask against his chest. "How it's always supposed to be?"
"Baby." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "I have never felt anything like that in my life. That's just...us."
I revel in his words, feeling positively elated to know my rapidly growing feelings aren't one-sided...to know that he still wants me...that it wasn't a one and done.
To know that I'm his...and he's mine.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Sterling
Sunlight peeks through the curtains, slowly waking me.
Emmalyn murmurs in her sleep beside me, confirming that last night wasn't just a dream. She really is here, sprawled across me, her skin pressed to mine and hair fanned out across my pillow. She looks every bit like the angel she is.
Unable to help myself, I lean down and press my lips to her forehead. She stirs in my arms. "Did you sleep okay?"
"Beyond okay." She yawns. "Better than ever before, honestly."
"Good. Glad to hear it."
She smiles up with me with her eyes still closed.
"Do you feel okay? Are you sore?"
She wiggles her hips as if testing to see. "Only a little."
"Good. I'm glad I didn't hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you." She elbows me, and I quickly amend my statement. "Ever again. If I could change the past, believe me, I would. But I swear to you, little mouse, never again."
"A girl could get used to waking up next to you. What are your plans for the day?" she asks, her voice soft, maybe even a little guarded.
"The only plans I have are the ones that allow me to spend time with you."
"The only thing I have to do today is study and work on my project a little. Typically, Stella and I have a girls’ day, but I think she’ll be okay with me making an exception just this once."
"Why don't you text her and find out while I warm up the shower?”
Her cheeks burn scarlet. "For both of us?"
"That's right, for both of us."
She swallows roughly. "Oh, okay."
"Is it okay with you?" I ask, hoping I'm not pushing her too far.
The little vixen wiggles her hips again, this time brushing against my erection. "Yes, Sterling, I think it's okay."
I pull the covers off and stand from the bed, making no attempt to hide my nakedness as I pad into the bathroom. In fact, I fucking love the way her eyes are locked onto my cock, watching it with a hungry smile as she takes me in.
"Better hurry...wouldn't want the water to get cold."
She cracks a grin. "Surely a place as fancy as this has a water heater that lasts longer than a minute."
I laugh. "You're right, I just don't want to miss you."
"I'll be right here," she promises, with hearts in her eyes as she reaches for her phone.
The water is hot and the bathroom steamy by the time Emmalyn joins me.
"Thought you said you only be a minute," I tease.
"Sorry." She flashes a sweet smile. "Stella was on the warpath for details.”
I reach for her and she steps into the shower and then into my arms. "What'd you tell her?"
"I didn't tell her anything, I promise."
I spin us so she is standing beneath the warm spray. "I wouldn't be mad if you did, as long as it's good things."
She runs her hands up my chest and locks them behind my neck. "Of course it would be good things, thanks to that new leaf of yours."
Momentary guilt spears through me, but I push it down because this time I really am a changed man. Thanks to her, my eyes are open. From here on out, I will always put her first, come hell or high water.
"Can I wash your hair?"
Her eyes jump from me to the shampoo bottle and back again. "I guess. If you want."
"Oh, I want."
She scrunches her nose like she thinks I'm weird, but I'll show her. I lean over and reach past her to grab the shampoo bottle, intentionally brushing my fingers over the dip in her waist.
Emmalyn shivers and I get myself a mental pat on the back. By the time her hair's clean, she'll be ready to get down and dirty.
I squeeze a dollop of shampoo into my hand, rubbing them together before tunneling my fingers into her hair and pressing them into her scalp.
"Oh, wow, I forgot how nice this feels. Except you're better than any hair salon."
I lean down and kiss her lips. "That's because mine comes with a happy ending."
She smacks my chest but there's mirth dancing in her eyes.
"I'm just saying. Think about it." And judging from the quick rise and fall of her chest and the way her pupils are blown wide, she's doing just that.
I step aside and let her rinse the suds from her hair before repeating the process with conditioner.
"Can I wash yours?" she asks.
"I washed it while you were checking in with Stella."
Disappointment blooms across her every feature and I feel like a piece of shit, simply for washing my hair. I should have waited.
"What about your body?" She looks up at me from beneath wet lashes, looking far too sexy for her own good.
Wordlessly I pass her my bottle of shower gel, content to let her get to work.
"Actually, I don't need this." She passes the bottle back to me and I turn and place it back on the shelf.
"What do you—oh, God." Before I can fully process what's happening, Emmalyn's on her knees and wrapping her pretty pink lips around my cock. "Fuck, yes."
Gone is the nervousness from last night. She sucks me like a pro, swirling her tongue and flicking it as she works the base with one hand and my balls with her other.
I try to maintain my composure, fisting my hands at my sides, determined to let her set the pace.
Until she pulls off of me and says, "Fuck me. Fuck my mouth. I...I want it."
"Baby, are you sure?" I ask, not missing the slight tremor in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm sure." She leans in and presses a kiss to my right thigh. "I want to make you feel good."
"You make me feel good just being here," I murmur as she kisses my left thigh.
She laughs, but it sounds off. Different. Not at all like her normal laugh. "Emmalyn, look at me."
With a shake of her head, she tries to draw me back into her mouth.
Unease wars within me as she bobs her head up and down my length. She doesn't make it more than two passes before I reach down and pull her up to standing.
"Why'd you do that?" she asks, her cheeks splotchy as tears mingle with the water raining down on both of us.
"Why are you crying?" I fire right back, reaching past her to turn off the water.
"I'm not."
"You are."
I step out of the
shower and wrap a towel around my waist before grabbing another, wrapping it around her and pulling her into my arms. "Talk to me, baby. You're not acting like you and it's freaking me out."
She sniffles and my heart clenches, desperately wanting to fix whatever is wrong.
I dry her off and scoop her up in my arms, carrying her back to my bed, where I pull the covers up over both of us and hold her close.
"Talk to me, little mouse."
"It's nothing."
"It's something."
"It's stupid."
"It's not."
She cries softly against my chest. "It's...it's just that..."
"It's what, baby?”
"It's just you have all this experience, and while last night was amazing, I know you're probably used to something more...something better. And I wanted—God, this sounds so stupid now—I wanted to make you feel so good that you forgot every girl that came before me."
My heart squeezes before dropping to my gut. "Jesus, Emmy." I pull back just enough to look her in the eye. "You outshine any other woman I've ever known and any I've yet to meet, just by being you. You don't need to impress me with your sexual prowess, Emmalyn. You don't need to blow my mind with orgasms. All I need is you. Y-O-U. That's it."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I feel like such an idiot."
"No need to."
"You're sweet to pretend."
"Not pretending, either. You're human, and sometimes humans do foolish, weird, messy things." I huff out a laugh. "Like bully the girl they love, albeit, I didn't know I loved you then."
Emmalyn sucks in a sharp breath. "You love me?"
Shit. Fuck. Am I doing this? "Yeah...I guess I do."
“Wow.” She blinks twice. “Really? You're not just saying it to make me feel better?"
I cup her cheek, rubbing the tips of my fingers over her smooth skin. "I'm just as surprised as you are."
She cracks a smile at that, trying to suppress a laugh, but it breaks free.
"You know laughter is not typically the response one wants upon telling someone they love them."
She drops her eyes, releasing my gaze. Immediately I feel bad, wishing like hell I could take the words back. "Hey, I was only joking. There's no pressure for you to feel any certain way about me. Just like everything else, it's on your time."