“Look at us,” I demanded. She sat up slightly, a moan leaving her lips.
“That’s so hot, Saint,” she purred.
“I’m not going slow, so be ready,” I told her as my hips thrust deep, not stopping until I was all the way inside her.
“Oh shit.” My hands cupped her tits as Emerson’s body shook beneath me, pussy clamping down, and, swear to Christ, it was like she was coming again.
“Yeah, you get there, sweetheart. Take what you need.” I rocked back and forth. The only sounds you could hear in the room were our moans and the rasp of our skin gliding against one another. Apparently, my girl can come multiple times, and I saw to her coming twice with my cock alone. I pinched her nipples with my thumbs and pointer fingers, wanting to see what it took to light her up one last time. Emerson’s hands went into her hair, fisting it, all while she stayed in tune with the way I was owning her body.
“I’m coming,” and I could feel it the way her pussy bared down, the wetness on the inside of not only her thighs but gliding down my balls, and that was when I let loose. My cum left my body, and it took everything I had not to fall on top of her after the way I swear she sucked the soul out of me. Her greedy hands pulled me down, and Emerson lifted up enough to meet my lips. I maneuvered us to where we we’re lying on our sides, not leaving her body.
“That was amazing,” she whispered and smiled.
“Hell, yeah, it was, and it’s only the beginning.” I kissed her forehead. Emerson let out a yawn.
“You wanna clean up or sleep for a little bit?” I asked her, hating like hell I didn’t think to at least get a few towels while grabbing the sheets and comforter for the bed. It was one of those beds in a bag where they come with everything you need, comforter, pillow cases, sheets type deal,, nothing major because I knew it’d be changed out soon. I did grab the essentials while I was back in Cocoa Beach—clothes, toothbrush, toilet paper, but God forbid I brought things like body wash and towels.
“No, I’m just going to sleep here for a little bit.” Her voice drifted off. It definitely wasn’t easy getting out of bed, but I know by the end of today, I’ll be completely settled and moved out of Cocoa Beach, and that’s something I’m fucking thankful for.
Twelve
Emerson
“Shit.” I slam my hip into the railing as I follow the furniture people up the stairs. This day has gone to hell. Waking up without Saint sucked, but he did leave me a text letting me know he’d be late getting back, and he’d make it up to me.
“Are you okay, Auntie Em?” I hear Josey ask from her spot at the table and chairs that the moving people set up. Mack decided to hang out with his dad today, and with Misty out of town, Josey called me and asked if she could hang out with me for the day. I didn’t have any showings, so it worked out. I brought my laptop, she brought hers, and we hung out on the deck, backs to the wall, computers propped up on our laps, enjoying the fruit salad, yogurt, and sweet tea I had the forethought to grab when I nabbed her out of school early today.
“Oh yeah, you know me, tripping over my own two feet,” I grumble. She responds with that sweet laughter of hers I love so much. Mack is my sidekick, but Josey being the younger of the two, she flocked to me, especially now that she’s older.
I make it up the rest of the stairs without getting hurt, making sure the furniture company doesn’t just throw things haphazardly and that it’s set up right for Saint. This morning, it took some finagling, but I was able to move the mattress against the wall.
“Is this where you want it, Mrs. Hunt?” I stop, liking the sound of that more than I should.
“Oh, sorry. Yes, this is perfect.” The bed is set up against the wall without windows, so the view of the water is what you’ll wake up to. Once the crew is done, I watch as they walk out the front door, my momma bear instincts always on high alert when I have the kids with me, then go back in the room. It’s time to get the mattress back on the frame and remade.
It doesn’t take me long to get everything back to normal, then I move back downstairs. While Josey was doing her schoolwork, I was meant to be doing my own administrative work, but what I really did was place a few orders for Saint’s place. There’s no way he can stay here fulltime without the essentials. So, I placed an order from the local big box store, one that has free two-hour delivery. Saint will probably yell at me for ordering groceries, kitchenware, and a few other things, but he’ll just have to get over it. Especially when he told me things are taking longer than anticipated for him to pack up his rental place. I wonder if he’s having a harder time than he thought he would and waiting on help from Cruz.