Page 10 of Dollhouse

My hands trail from her hips to underneath her, raising her ass slightly as I continue my muted teasing of her clit through her underwear. Her hips rock slightly as my hands grip the seam of her panties and slowly tear, until they’re a tattered mess I can pull from her and toss to the floor.

Emma stiffens now that the obstacle is gone, my warm breath on her pussy holding her hostage.

“Tell me you trust me,” I say, locking my hands underneath her thighs, and holding them in place. Emma tends to squeeze them together as her orgasm approaches, and likefuckis she locking me out today. “Tell me you trust Jesse.”

Her hips roll slightly, seeking my mouth. “I do, I promise.”

“You know we’ll take care of you, right?” I exhale warm air right on her clit, then turn to kiss her thigh again.

She tenses. “Yes. I know, I swear I do.”

“That’s right, Em.” I flick my tongue across her clit, so lightly it could never give her relief. “If nobody else in this fucked up world has your back, my family does. You understand that?”

“Please, Noah,” she whines, rolling up to seek my tongue.

“Say it.”

“I do, I understand. I won’t try to leave again, I promise.”

“That’s right,” I confirm, taking her clit into my mouth. Her moan is almost comically loud, but I could give a fuck less. Let them all hear how she sounds with me.

She’s mine. Mind, body, and soul.

I stroke her with my tongue, my hands draping her legs over my shoulders. I’ve missed her shivers, the way her small hand tangles in my hair, mussing it further. My tongue traces her seam, then teases her opening, feeling it flutter as I do. She lets go, giving herself over to the pleasure until it’s hard to hold her squirming body in place.

Plunging inside her, she flexes, trying to force an orgasm that my leisurely tongue-fucking won’t allow. I haven’t tasted her in a week, we can drag this out all night until I've gotten my fill of her.

Her injured ankle tightens on my back, and she flinches. A change in position should keep her from hurting herself, so I sit up, the blanket falling to hang on my shoulders, as I press her thighs all the way back to the sheets.

She’s a fucking vision, her strawberry blonde locks violently strewn across the dark bed.

My hand takes over, as I devour the sight of her. Those warm eyes, her mouth, slightly opened as she tries to figure out what I’ll do next. I push the large shirt up, and her dusky nipples harden in the cooler air.

Now it’s my turn to pause, to appreciate the beautiful woman I have here. That she’s decided she still trusts me.

My thumb circles her clit, and I dip one finger to her entrance, teasing it. “Next time you start to feel like this, Em, you come to me. Understood?”

Her hips make small gyrating circles against my touch, and she nods quickly.

It’s cute, but I’m not playing right now. “I’m serious. If you feel like you need help, like your mind is getting heavy, I need to know you will come to me. It’s not something I ever want you to feel alone with.”

Her honey eyes blink up at me and she sees right through my words. All the way through to when I couldn’t save someone. I’ll be damned if I lose her too.

“Yeah, Noah. I promise,” she says within a shaky breath. Her hand reaches out for me, curling into my hair, and pulling me down to her. Settling at her side, I watch her as my hand teases.

“Good,” I say, dipping my finger in as a reward. “It won’t be like this forever, Em. You have so much ahead of you.”

She drinks in my words, hands fisting the sheets.

Stroking her from the inside, I dip my head to take her nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue to tease and swirl around the hard peak. Emma shudders, and I slip a second finger inside her.

My teeth graze her heated skin, trailing my slick mouth to suck a hickey at the curve of her breast. “Emma, I want you to tell me about the future. Tell me what you want it to look like.” I curl my fingers inside her, and relish in her cry. “And if you stop talking before you come, you won’t get to.”

Her eyes narrow, but her pussy clenches around my fingers, betraying her. Her body gets off on the directions, the orders. On my control.

“Now, Em,” I growl, tilting her head back so I can suck on her neck.

“Ah, Noah,” she moans, as I work her body. “What do you want me to say?”