HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

“Kiss me,” he ordered in a low rumble. “Take what you want-what you need from me. And, babe?”

He lowered his head, pushing his thumb past the seam of her lips and into her mouth. Moist heat bathed the tip. “Don’t be gentle,” he growled.

Emma studied him, and as he watched her in turn, desire eclipsed the vulnerability that lingered in her gaze. He felt her teeth first, and the tiny sting arrowed straight to his lower body.

“Don’t be gentle,” he repeated.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Her eyes still on him, she moved the hand on his neck so her fingers encircled the front. She squeezed just as her lips closed around his thumb, and she bit him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the sting arcing through him like a sizzling bolt of electricity. “Baby.”

Her gaze darted to the side, toward the front of the car and his driver. “The divide is soundproof,” he assured her, pulling his thumb free and rubbing the dampness over her bottom lip. Before repaying her with a nip of his own.

Another moan clawed free of him. Damn, he’d been aching-literally aching-to get his mouth on her. To taste her again. Reaching for the console in front of the seat, he lifted the hood and hit a button, and another panel slid across, concealing them.

“Are you good?” he asked.

His dick throbbed, and he gritted his teeth.

He needed to be inside her. He had missed her so much and he hadn’t stopped thinking about that amazing night that they spent together. He had envisioned those eyes gleaming with the arousal he’d stirred. Pictured her sweet body bowing and twisting for him. Wondered if he was ever going to be with her again. Wondered if she would take him slow and easy this time, or hard and wild.

Fuck, he had almost driven himself insane wondering that.

Emma nodded, answering his question. She gave his neck one last squeeze. She removed her hand, replacing it with her mouth, trailing a path up his throat, over his chin until she hovered over his lips.

“I have set the rules,” she reminded him, kneeling on the seat so she rose over him.

“Now follow them like you promised.”

She crushed her mouth to his. The kiss wasn’t patient, wasn’t tentative. Her tongue thrust forward, parried with his, tangling and dueling. She sucked on his tongue, drawing on him as if he were everything she needed to survive, that inkling winked out.

He was everything dreams are made of and he wanted her. At least for tonight. Which made him the personification of the man she’d sworn to avoid. Or did it? She couldn’t really group him with anyone else. Nothing mattered but the intoxicating, addictive taste of him.

With a growl, he skated his palms up the sides of her torso, and the zipper of her dress abraded his skin. He impatiently tugged it down and wasted no time in pushing the material over her shoulders and down her arms.

He cupped a breast and hissed at the delicious weight of her flesh filling his palm.

Warm, soft, perfect. Reverently, he whisked his thumb over the nipple, watching in fascination as it beaded. No, she wasn’t the first woman he’d touched like this, but none had been her. He tore his gaze from his hand on her to meet her eyes.

“Nothing or no one could fucking compete.” he said.

Her lips parted, but no words emerged. Good. He was saying enough for both of them. Bending his head, he sucked a tip deep, flicking his tongue against her flesh before drawing hard.

Emma shuddered, her hands cradling his head, holding him to her with a strength that telegraphed her passion. That and the nails pricking his scalp.

Switching breasts, he treated the other to the same devotion. She writhed against him, as if seeking to get closer. Cooperating, he fisted the hem of her dress and shoved it up her thighs. With a whimper, she straddled him, dropping down and pressing them sex to sex.

He growled around her flesh, suckling harder. And she rewarded his attention with a dirty grind of her hips that had him throwing his head back against the seat, eyes squeezed closed.

Her panties and his pants and underwear separated them, but none of those inconsequential details mattered. Not when her hot, wet heat rode him. Not when each drag of her flesh over his cock shredded his control.

“Kiss me again,” he ordered, in a voice so guttural he barely understood himself. She gave him what he asked for, her hips still working over him. She didn’t stop, and the thrust of her tongue and pull of her lips mimicked each stroke below.

Even as she yanked his jacket open and attacked his shirt, damn near ripping buttons loose to get her hands on his bare chest.

They groaned into each other when she touched him. Those slender, clever hands swept down his chest.

He parted his lips to tell her how amazing she felt, but she ripped away his ability to talk by brushing her fingertips over his nipples, rubbing them. His hips bucked into her. Live wires connected from her touch to the tip of his dick.

He swelled, throbbing, hurting.

“I need to be inside you, Emma” he rasped against her mouth. He abandoned her breasts and burrowed his fingers in her hair, gripping it, holding her still so he could stare into those slumberous eyes.

“Are you going to let me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed, trailing a route of fire over his clenched abs to the band of his pants.

“Are you going to take me like this?” he pressed, thrusting upward so she fully understood what he meant. “Take me like you own me?”

“Yes.” she replied.

Almost too rough, he released her. Within moments, he had his pants opened, his erection freed.

Her swift intake of breath preceded the hot, tight clasp of her fist around him by seconds. His back bowed under the whip of pleasure, and his free hand wrapped around hers, so they pumped his flesh together. For several torturous and blissful moments, they stroked him, pushing closer to an ending that wouldn’t include him balls deep inside her.

“Stop please,” he muttered, removing their hands. Above him, Emma fumbled under her dress, trying to push her lace panties down her hips.

“Fuck that,” he growled.

Shoving her dress higher until it encircled her waist like a band, he fisted the front of her underwear and jerked it to the side. For a couple seconds, he savored the vision of her bare, glistening sex.

But then the lure of that feminine flesh proved too enticing, too much. He slid his finger through the dark cleft, moaning at the wetness coating his skin.

The sound dragged from her echoed his, and her head tipped back, shuddering when he circled her, applying minute pressure.

Just enough to have her shaking like a leaf, but not enough to catapult her over the edge.

That honor belonged to his dick.