Fast & Wet (The Fast 2)

“You’re welcome. I like doing it. It’s fun.” She starts gathering up plates and dishes and piling them in the sink.

“Leave those, baby, I’ll do them later.”

“Deal,” she saunters over to me and runs her palms up and down my chest. She’s so beautiful, so soft, so smart and sexy. She’s everything I fell in love with years ago, but even better now.

“What do you want to do today?” She links her hands together behind my neck.

“Make you happy.”

She thinks I’m kidding when she kisses the tip of my nose and says, “You do make me happy.” But, then her eyebrows furrow as she notices my face doesn’t match her playful grin.

“All I’ve done lately is make you cry.” Two days in a row now, that I’m aware of, and who knows how many more when I wasn’t there to watch it.

“You’re being dramatic, that’s not all you do,” her palms cup my cheeks, and her thumbs run across my jaw, bristling through the stubble that’s a few days old.

“I’m being dramatic?” I cock an eyebrow up and suggest that, possibly, maybe, ransacking my apartment looking for other women may have been a touch more dramatic than my statement.

“You do make me happy,” her eyes watch mine, the black of her pupils moving back and forth between mine. “You make me laugh,” she plants a light kiss on my lips. “You make me feel special and safe and wanted,” her mouth moves to my neck, and she traces her tongue around the edge of my ear.

“I want you more than anything in this world.” I run my hands from the side of her tits down her torso and to her hips. I fucking love these perfect hipbones and how my hands fit around them.

“You know all of my secrets. You’re my best friend,” she continues the trail of her mouth over my skin, and I feel a pang of guilt that there are still plenty of secrets, but it would only hurt her to learn them.

And it’s getting hard to concentrate with her mouth on me.

“You fuck me to sleep every night and give me the best orgasms I’ve ever had,” her teeth latch onto my shoulder, and she pinches one of my nipples.

“Jesus,’ I hitch and slide my hands under her shirt.

“You and your magic dick make me let go. I feel like I’m someone else, or actually, like I’m finally myself.”

“This magic dick?” I take her hand and put her palm over my cock, which is rock hard and throbbing for her.

“Mmm-hmm,” she moans and cups me, her fingers dancing gently over my balls. “It’s different with you.”

“How?” I push down the

thoughts of her being with other guys and concentrate on how good her hand feels on me and the handful of her ass in my palm.

“I feel like I can completely let go, give myself to you. Like my walls come down, and I can just be because I trust you. I can relax and be naughty with you.”

“You want to be naughty…” I rub my thumb over her nipple, already a stiff pink peak for me.

“Filthy,” she whispers into my ear and squeezes the base of my cock, hard.

“You’re killing me, baby.” The things I want to do to this woman, she has no idea.

“Oh yeah?” She pushes off my chest and grabs my phone where it’s been charging on the kitchen counter, then comes back. She swipes up on the screen, pushes a button, and hands it back to me.

She’s turned the camera on, and it’s set to record video, the red dot flashing at me. “What are you doing…” I eye her suspiciously.

I like the new, naughtier Emily. I like her a lot.

“I want you to be able to watch,” she pulls me off the stool and drags my boxers down my legs. She bites her bottom lip and adjusts the phone in my hand so that it’s pointing down at her as she sinks to her knees.

“Jesus Christ, Em.”

“Watch,” she whispers.