Page 86 of That Last Secret
“Everywhere,” she pants.
“I need you to be more specific.”
I pull the other strap down, pressing a kiss to that collarbone. Emiline reaches behind her, unclasping her bra and tossing it tothe side. Her breasts are on full display for me. I lean forward, taking the hardened nipple between my teeth before sucking it.
“Fuck,” she moans, eyes fluttering closed.
“Is this where you want to be touched?”
She nods in approval. I bring my hands up and cup both breasts in my hands, teasing her nipples between my fingertips. Her hips move faster against me as if she’s craving the friction her body so desperately needs to feel.
But there’s no way she’s getting off on me again by dry-humping my cock.
With one hand still teasing a nipple, my other reaches for the waistband of Emiline’s leggings. Her eyes snap open, looking down at where my hand is.
She lifts herself off my lap until she’s hovering over me, giving me access to reach my hand inside and feel how wet she is right now.
As soon as I do, a guttural groan leaves my body.
“You didn’t tell me how wet you were.” A smirk forms on her lips. “If grinding against my cock got you this wet, I can’t wait to feel how wet you are once I do this.”
Two fingers slide inside of her with ease, my palm making contact with her clit. Her head falls back in pleasure. I lean forward, keeping my lips on the pounding pulse of her neck while I fuck with my hand as best I can with her pants still on. Her hips grind against me, and I swear, there is nothing sexier than the way Emiline feels pleasure.
It only makes me want to be the only one to ever be able to do this.
“That’s it, Em. Ride my hand. Take what you need from me and grip my fingers with your pussy. I want to feel every single thing.”
“Oh my god, Logan,” she says breathlessly.
“Yes. Say my name when you get yourself off. Remind me who gets you off like this. Who makes you feel this good?”
“Logan,” she shouts, reaching the breaking point of her orgasm.
I can feel she’s close. Her arousal coats the palm of my hand as it rubs against her clit, back and forth with each buck of her hips.
I want more.
I want to feel her lose control with me inside of her, but know that I can’t push this.
“I’m coming. Oh my god, I’m comi—” she shouts, but I cut her off by reaching behind her neck, and pulling her face to mine, eating her moans with my lips as she rides out her orgasm on top of me. Everything around my fingers tightens, her body stills, and she struggles to even kiss me back.
I don’t relent, holding her lips to mine. I realize immediately there’s no turning back after this.
Emiline’s body finally relaxes as she releases our kiss. I pull my hand from her leggings, and at the same time, she climbs off my lap. She sits next to me like she’s spent. Like her body just went through a marathon of feelings.
I stand and lean down to kiss her lips quickly before going to the kitchen to clean up. My cock is screaming for attention, but I don’t want her to think this is about me. I want to giveherpleasure. Before going back to the living room, I run to my bedroom and grab an old pair of sweatpants to give her because I know her pants are probably a mess after that.
When I leave my room, I find her in the hallway.
“Sorry, I was grabbing you a pair of sweatpants to change into,” I say, handing them to her.
“Thank you,” she says shyly, taking them from my hands.
Gripping the back of her head, I lean in to kiss her forehead. “No need to thank me. Go get changed. We have a movie to watch and snacks to eat.”
Emiline smiles widely before sidestepping me for the bathroom.
When she returns, we watch the entire movie together, lying on the couch with my arms around her and her head on my chest.