The Favor

Before I can say or do anything, he’s climbing the bed, hovering over me.

“Tell me you want that.” He leans close, his nose running along my neck. “Tell me.”

“I want that.”

His eyes meet mine, and for a split second I think he may recognize me, but he doesn’t say anything, except, “Good.”

He flips me over on the bed, and the next thing I know his hands are all over me, unzipping my dress, removing it from my body as his tongue drags along the skin of my neck. I don’t even know how he’s so in control right now.

I can barely move, let alone think.

“Leave the heels on,” he tells me when I go to remove them.

I lean my head back, closing my eyes when he grabs my ankle, him kneeling right between my legs. He kisses my skin, dragging his tongue down my leg, moving closer and closer to the one spot I want him the most.

My fingers fly into his hair when he gets closer, and I move my body in time with his.

“I’m going to make you come a few times tonight. First with my tongue, then my fingers, and lastly with my hard cock.”

I suck in a breath. “Yes. Yes.”

He’s a master in the bedroom when he spreads my legs apart and brings his mouth over me. I buck off the bed, not ready for how powerful his tongue is as it laps at my wetness. Oh my God. This. This is what I wanted.

His expert tongue finds all my pleasure spots and he grips my ass with both hands. “My dick is so hard eating you out,” he says, and then returns back to his mission. His one true mission of getting me off.

And I’m so close. I’m right there, teetering on the edge, barely able to contain myself. Every nerve in my body is on fire. Every sense is alight with sparks. I’m this live-wire and I can’t control how I’m feeling right now.

A small part of me wants to tell Emmett who he’s kissing. Who he’s touching. But, would he stop? Would he be upset?

Ugh. I can’t think about any of this right now. I’m so close to coming undone all over Emmett’s tongue. My heart slams inside my chest and I try to control my breathing.

I love the way he touches me. And I hate that this is only a one-time thing. He keeps working me over, and my body builds and builds.

And then, the stars all collide together, like some cataclysmic shift in the universe. My mouth opens and I string out one unintelligible word after another. My body hums as Emmett doesn’t relent. He keeps touching me, kissing me, and nibbling all over my sensitive skin.

He moves up my body, his eyes drinking me in. It’s dark, he can barely see me, but his hands...oh my...his hands are everywhere. Touching, feeling, memorizing every curve.

“Everything about you is perfect,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

He kisses me, full on the lips, like he’s starving for my mouth.

His tongue roams over my tongue, and I taste myself.

It turns me on. “Don’t stop,” I tell him, losing my accent completely. I try to overcompensate. “Please, don’t stop.”

He props himself up on his elbows, staring down at me. “You have me as long as you want me.”

Should I tell him I want him always? Do I want him always?

He kisses me again, and my thoughts are swept away by a painful amount of desire. The thoughts of forever fade away, but they don’t disappear completely, because well let’s face it, I think I kind of do want this man forever.

His hands are in my hair, and he sniffs deeply. “I’ve always loved the smell of your hair.” Then his lips are roaming over me, trailing kisses along the column of my throat.

He’s always loved the smell of my hair?

He doesn’t know who I am.

Maybe he’s lost in the moment and this is what he always says to women?

“I need to be inside you.” He props up on one hand, holding his dick in the other, and he positions himself at my entrance, sliding a condom over himself before entering.

And then I hold my breath, thanking my lucky stars that all my dreams are about to come true as Emmett pushes deep inside me.

“God, you feel so good. So damn good,” he breathes out, his body stilling just a bit before he begins rocking into me again.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper.

He kisses my lips, sucking my tongue into his mouth. “You feel too good to ever stop.” He closes his eyes, moaning and groaning, and I can’t believe this is really happening.

“Abby,” he groans out, and I barely hear it.

But then, I sit up, pushing him back slightly. “What did you just call me?” I ask in my accent.