Sweet Little Nothing

"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 frustration 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."