I should be a gentleman and hold still, but I've never claimed to be one. I lift my leg a little higher and press it to her heated core. She whimpers in her sleep.
I would lie here all night letting her hump my leg, but I know she's not going to be happy with me if I do. Her head is on my chest, and I brush her hair away from her face and kiss her forehead. She moans my name.
It takes everything I have not to push her to her back and plunge deep inside of her. You need to take this slowly, Nash. Don't fuck it up. I tell myself that over and over. But her sleeping body is telling me what she needs. She needs to come.
I kiss her forehead again. "Emery, baby," I whisper.
She jolts awake, but I don't let her go far. I palm her ass, holding her to my leg. She lifts herself up an inch or two to look up at me. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Nash."
She tries again to roll away from me, but I don't let her. "You don't owe me an apology." She looks at me determinedly. "Let me go, Nash."
I release her, and she rolls over onto her back and throws her arm over her face. She tries to explain herself. "It's been a long time, but that doesn't mean I should take advantage of you when you're sick and hurt."
I roll toward her and lift her arm off of her face so I can see her eyes. "Honey, there would be no taking advantage of me."
She's looking at me, and the connection between us is like an electric wire zapping as the current goes through it.
I don’t ask because I don't want her to tell me no. Instead, I lean down and press my lips to hers. She tries to hold back, lips pressed together, trying to put her guard up. But I'm not going to let her. I pull back and whisper against her lips, "Let me in."
I press my lips to hers again. She opens for me, and I plunge my tongue into her sweet depths. I kiss her for all I'm worth, wanting to show her exactly how much I love her, how much I've missed her, and how much I've needed her.
My hand goes down her shoulder onto her breasts, squeezing her, kneading her there. And then I trail my fingers down her belly. Her gown is high on her hips, and I go to her panty-covered pussy and touch the wet material at her most secret spot. She groans and pulls away.
Her hands go to each side of my neck, holding me there in place. "I can't, Nash. I'm not ready for this, not yet."
I let my forehead fall to hers. I'm breathless as I answer her. "Let me make you come. Just let me make you feel good. That's all I want."
My hand is still between her legs, and when I feel her hips jerk, I take that as an answer. I pull her panties to the side and bare her pussy to me. I stroke through her swollen, wet lips and plunge knuckle deep into her channel, coating my finger with her wetness. I draw my finger up to her swollen clit, stroking it back and forth. She's ready. She's more than ready. She may not want to admit it, but she needs this.
I bring her close to the edge and then ease off. She moans and whimpers, and I do the same thing again, this time taking her completely over the edge. Her body is bucking against my hand, and I swallow her moan by fitting my mouth over hers.
Her orgasm races through her body, but I'm relentless in taking her to the edge over and over until she's completely spent. I release her, bringing my hand up to my mouth. She may not be ready for more, but I can't go another second without the taste of her on my lips. I've missed it. I suck her cream off my fingers, and my already hard cock gets even harder. I groan as I roll to my stomach and try to take deep breaths. The pain is relentless. It hurts like a son of a bitch, but it's worth it. Fuck it's worth it.
She puts her hand on my back, and I flinch. "Give me a second, baby."
"Nash, I can..."
But I shake my head and stop her. "No, we can wait until you're ready. I'll be good."
I keep taking deep breaths, letting my body calm down. When I'm able to get control, I roll onto my back and pull her body against me. One step at a time. I don't care how slowly I have to take it, Emery is worth it.