Page 81 of Hurt Me Not
As soon as I got to my room, I dug through the closet to find the carefully hidden flannel. I quickly shed everything else and put only that on before I perched myself on the edge of my bed just a few moments before Emerson entered.
She froze in surprise at the door, wide-eyed as she took in what I was wearing. There was so much I wanted to say. To explain.
But instead, I took it all in. Her expression. The way she walked toward me like she was hypnotized. The way the air between us crackled.
Desire swelled desperately inside of me, my cunt already throbbing from the bit of play we already had.
But Emerson did something that completely floored me. Her knees hit the floor with a thump. Her hands grasped my thighs, forcing them open and around her. I let out a gasp as my hands traveled up her bare thighs.
For the second time, Emerson was kneeling in front of me. And this time, I felt even more powerful.
“All this for me?” she asked, her voice thick with desire. “Makes me not want to punish you.”
“You weren’t the only person who kept things,” I murmured.
Her fingers traveled up my thighs until they were right at my cunt. They moved in slow motion, her eyes never leaving mine.
“It’s always been for you,” I said breathlessly. “My body.” I let out a moan as her fingers found my clit. Slowly, she started working me up again, her skilled fingers rubbing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“My mind,” I added.
I let out a deep moan when she sunk two fingers into my sopping wet cunt. She pumped slowly, a switch-up from our usual unrestrained sex.
It was more intimate. I was there, spread out in front of her, but she wanted to take her time. She was… enjoying me. Us.
“My heart,” I finally said.
Her other hand came up to continue rubbing circles on my clit. I threw my head back, my hips giving small jerks as pleasure built up inside me. The flannel fell off my shoulders, giving her perfect access to my breast, which she took advantage of when she pulled a nipple into her mouth, giving it small, feather-like sucks that had me arching into her.
But it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more.
“I want to fuck you,” I panted.
She bit down on my nipple, pulling a yelp from me. When she pulled away, playfulness lit her features, and it took my breath away to see her so unrestrained.
“Let me treat my pretty girl right, and maybe I’ll consider it.” My cunt squeezed around her fingers at those words. “So impatient,” she tsked and sped up her pace. “You offer yourself to me on a platter like this and expect menotto fuck you?”
“I want to worship you,” I forced out as her hand slammed into my cunt. I was losing the will to keep trying to convince her, my mind and body submerging into the hot, unrelenting pleasure she was pulling from me. “Show you exactly what I wanted to do all those years ago.”
She paused her assault, and I lunged forward to take her face in my hands. I nipped the bottom of her lip.
“How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?”
I pulled her onto my bed gently. She came with no fuss, letting me push her onto the soft mattress and straddle her.
“I never wanted anyone but you to touch me,” she murmured, her breath catching as my fingers dipped under her shirt.
“Give in to me,” I whispered, lowering my voice. “Let me be in control here.”
I loved seeing her react to me. It gave me a sense of confidence I’d never felt before.
She leaned up to help me take her shirt off, and I took my time kissing down her throat and lingering on her breasts, showing each of them some love.
When my teeth grazed her nipple, she let out a low groan.
“I’ve never given over control.”
“But for me?” I asked, looking up at her.
