Rush

He barks out a laugh. “I’m driving you crazy?”

He rakes my nude body before he looks at his groin. “You’ve been stroking my dick for ten minutes straight. I’m so hard that I’m in pain here.”

I lean forward to press my lips to the corner of his mouth. “I told you that touching you would make me wet.”

“My mouth can make you wet a hell of a lot faster.”

I kiss him again, deeper this time. It draws a groan from inside of him.

“I need to fuck you, Emma.”

I need that too, but…

My heart won’t get out of the way. I’m feeling so much already, and he isn’t even sheathed. Once he’s inside me, I’m scared that I’ll never feel the same again.

Can you fall for someone this hard, this fast?

He moves to reach behind him to the nightstand and the pile of condoms we dumped there.

I emptied the box I bought. He followed with his box. We laughed at the sheer number of foil packages.

He told me we’d use every last one before we go our separate ways. The promise dropped me onto the bed.

I watch as he tears a package open before he skillfully slides the condom over his erection.

It’s raw and uninhibited. Each motion of his hand is necessary but primal.

He glides his fist over his cock once and then again.

Before I can catch a breath, he’s on top of me. His weight is held up by one hand pressed on the bed next to my head.

His other hand dips between my legs.

I whimper when he rubs my clit.

“Jesus, Emma. You’re so wet.” The words fall from his lips in a groan.

I stop him with a hand to his chin. I don’t have anything to say, but my lips part as if I’ll find the words to tell him that this is everything. This moment is more to me than a fuck. I’m reclaiming a part of me that I left behind in my search for love.

“I’ll take it slow.” He laughs. “Or not.”

Locking eyes with him, I smile. “Or hard and fast.”

His eyes darken as he shifts his body until the crown of his cock is sliding over my sex.

I cry out when he pushes into me in one solid thrust.

“Easy,” he whispers. “Nice and easy.”

I wrap my legs around him, trying to lessen any distance between us. I want to feel all of him. I want this man to feel all of me.

His hand snakes beneath my ass to tilt my body to just the right angle before he thrusts once, and then again. And then over and over until I’m lost to every sensation and every sound we make.

He squeezes the flesh of my ass, his fingers digging into me as he takes me with hard, measured strokes.

Each pump of his cock sinks deeper than the last.

I moan as he kisses my neck. I lose my breath when he pins my shoulder to the bed and grinds into me.

“Feel it,” he bites out through clenched teeth. “Feel me inside of you. So fucking deep.”

We lock eyes as I clench around him. I can’t control anything. I feel everything, and when his teeth latch onto my nipple, I fly over the edge and climax in a shudder that leaves me breathless.

“Fuck,” he grunts as he rides me through my orgasm.

I hold tightly to him. His eyes lock on mine as his jaw tenses, and he lets out a guttural sound that shoots straight to my core.

I come again just as I feel the heat of his release.

“Please,” he breathes through slow strokes as he empties himself into the condom. “That was too much. Fuck, that was so much.”

It was everything.

Resting his lips against my neck, he draws in heavy breaths as I cradle him in my arms and wish, more than anything, that I could stop time and stay in this moment forever.

Chapter 49

Case

I crack open an eye to find Emma with her phone in hand.

“Are you trying to grab a dick pic?” I perk a brow. “You could at least wait until it’s semi-hard, Freckles. I don’t want a picture of my limp cock making the rounds in Seattle.”

Shaking her head, she lets out a laugh. “No.”

“That’s a shame.” I drop a hand to circle my now semi-hard cock. “This one deserves to be admired.”

Her gaze follows the movement of my hand. “I won’t argue with that.”

I brush my fingers over her hip before I roll on my side to face her. “What’s with the phone in the bed?”

Her eyes search my face. I can tell a question is sitting on the tip of her tongue, waiting to be asked.

Cupping her chin in my hand, I lower my voice. “Tell me what’s on your mind, Emma.”

“I take pictures of things I want to remember for my scrapbook.” Her bottom lip trembles before she sinks her teeth into it to halt it. “Can I take a couple of you? Maybe from the waist up?”