Southern Hotshot (North Carolina Highlands 2)

I’m hard, and I want to fuck. But for the first time, I want to make it last longer. Who knows when Emma will let me touch her like this again? I don’t want to think about what happens tomorrow, but I realize I’m at her mercy. I may be holding her, but she’s holding all the cards.

The last time we hooked up was intense. This time is soft. Slow.

It’s different, and I like it.

I’ve fucked plenty in my day. And while that was satisfying in its own right, now I understand that I never let it go deeper because I was too scared to let anyone in.

I’m still scared. But I’m letting Emma in anyway.

I let her learn me. She trails her mouth down my throat, stopping to linger on my collarbones. When she flicks her tongue over my nipples, I grab her hair and fist it. I feel her lips move into a smile against my skin.

Her hands wander over every inch of me. Caressing me, like what she finds is a wonder. Her fingers dance over my abs, and my stomach caves. The heaviness between my legs hurts.

“Stand up,” she commands.

My cock leaps. I like it when she gets bossy.

I also like where this is going.

Getting to my feet, I look down at Emma. I guide her onto her knees and take her face in my hand. She’s fucking gorgeous. Tits high, nipples puckered and perfect, brown eyes liquid and warm. Skin on her chest flushed.

She curls her fingers into the waistband of my sweats and pulls them down. Her eyes widen at the sight of my dick. It juts out from between my hips, rock hard and huge.

Emma’s lips twitch. “Wow.”

Smirking, I give myself a lazy tug with my free hand. “You’re welcome.”

“Hey.” She grabs my wrist, stilling the motion. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Aw, yeah.

Yeah, I really like where this is going.

I kick off my sweats and hold up my hands. “Tell me what to do, baby.”

She grabs my ass, fingers curling into my flesh as she jerks me forward.

“Come here.” Emma is eye level with my cock. She glances up at me. “You touch me, and I stop. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Keep your arms up,” she says. Then she opens her mouth, tongue darting between her lips, and licks my shaft. Starting at the base, she drags the tip of her tongue along the vein that runs up the side. I grit my teeth, sparks igniting deep in my core.

She circles her tongue around my crown. I want her to take my head in her mouth so badly. I’m leaking already, and I need to fuck the back of her throat right now.

Only Emma seems intent to take her time. My fingers curl into fists as she teases me, brushing her nipples against the tops of my thighs. I want to fist her hair, shove my cock into her mouth. But I don’t.

And the waiting, the unbearable tension—it’s hot.

When she does finally taste my head, my hips jerk. The sight of her lips ducked out over my cock might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Her mouth is warm and slick, and Lord does she know what she’s doing with that fucking tongue of hers.

But it’s her willingness to look me in the eye while she sucks my cock that gets me. Bobbing her head, taking me a little deeper, then a little deeper still, her gaze finds mine and stays there.

Her words were firm, but the look she gives me is soft. Heavy lidded. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming, but it’s obvious she’s turned on to the max too. She laps at me, drinking me in, her grip on my ass loosening as she loves me. She swallows me, taking me to the back of her throat, and I moan.

Her eyes glisten. Pulling back, she takes a deep breath and does it again. And again. Her head moves sensually now, slowly, and she wraps a hand around my shaft, giving me a tug as she goes up and down, up and down. She wants this to be good for me because she cares.

Still she looks at me. She lets me see her feeling, falling, and I know, I just fucking know, she wants me to do the same.

I want to too.

I let the dam inside me break. I want to close my eyes, to bear witness to the moment alone, but I resist the urge, and I look my girl in the eye. My stomach does a hundred backflips in the space of a single heartbeat.

My legs are Jell-O. I reach for her, grabbing her hand, saying, “I’m sorry, Em, I’m sorry, but I need—”

I need you.

I half expect her to pull away. Instead, she tangles her fingers with mine, palms flush, and gives my hand a squeeze.