Page 61 of Fate In Fiction

Fuck it.

I’m done with the restraint.

I’m done keeping her at a distance in fear of her wanting more than what this relationship is. This fucking woman has a wild side she’s been slowly teasing me with, and I need to explore it. I feel my eyes grow heavy with hunger as I stare down at her. Remaining mute, her gaze stays focused on the toy, and I debate tossing her on the chair behind me. Instead, I hand her the wand, and slowly, she brings her arm up to retrieve it. My feet step toward her, crowding her space as her back collides with the doorframe.

“Right now, I could easily go for putting the scene I just read into action.” My voice becomes hoarse, and the wand presses against her chest like a nervous performer does with a microphone. I wonder how loud I could make her pretty lips scream. “You put on a good front, Josephine. But I know what your mind and hand contain.” I rest my forearm above her head as my fingers curl, gripping the door frame to restrain myself from ripping the towel off her soft body.

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” A cheeky smirk forms on her face as she looks past me. “I’m used to keeping this pleaser to a party of one.” She winks and turns the wand on as we watch it blur with the vibration. A second later, she shuts it off. I pull back, unsure if this is an invitation to use it on her.

“That toy’s got nothing on me. Let me be your gift of relief.” My cock aches in desperation to find out.

“You’re so full of yourself.” She looks up, inches from my lips.

“You’re about to be full of me.” I meet her eyes as blackness replaces the hazel tint from her growing pupils. “Brace yourself for the real buzz, little darlin’.”

“You better have a long-lasting battery,” she whispers with a nod, and our mouths collide.

Her lips shake my soul with adrenaline; so soft, relaxed, and easy to suck on. Once her arms lock around my neck and she presses her towel clad skin against me, I take us a step further. Steadying myself, I press her flush to the wall and slide my hand around the nape of her neck. The amount of hunger pulsing through my blood stream should fuel me to devour her. To take her against this doorframe in the next twenty seconds. Yet, our kiss remains deep, almost passionate, for fuck’s sake. The slow, heavy breaths leaving her mouth have me focusing on how much she has been waiting for this moment right along with me.

Moving one arm around her waist, I quickly opt out of laying her on the reading chair. Josie keeps her mouth attached to mine, weaving her legs around my waist, rubbing herself over the tip of my cock still confined by my pants. Carrying her down the hall, I set her gently on the mattress to display her on my bed. Maybe because I haven’t screwed a woman in months, I want to desperately etch this moment into my brain. I’ll need something worth beating off to if she doesn’t want me again. She remains on her back with her hair fanned out like a goddess as I climb on top. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt, and once she gets the first few, my arm reaches back and pulls the shirt over my head. Heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes trace up my body and examine my tattoos before connecting with mine.

The fluffy towel is bunched and barely leaves anything to the imagination. Reaching down, I pull it out of the way and toss it onto the floor. A flash of uncertainty passes through her expression as I continue to trace my eyes over every inch of skin she hides under baggy clothing. Besides her bikini this weekend, this is the only time I’ve seen her entirely bare. My hand runs along the center of her breasts, continuing down her stomach to rests on her hip. I lower my lips to the upper side of her neck to whisper against her skin.

“You’re beautiful, Josie. I’m fighting with the utmost restraint to keep myself tame and take this slow with you.” My throat tightens as I attempt to steady myself. “I want you to remember me every time you decide to reach for a damn toy.” Her hands grip my jaw to pull me over her face, and instead of meeting my lips, her teeth tug on my ear.

“Put your words into action,” she begs, before lying back down on the bed, staring up at me with angelic eyes.

“I’ll only stop if you tell me to.” I kiss down her neck and let the hand that is resting on her hip jump right over to feather my fingers over her clit. “I want you to tremble from my touch as many times as your body can handle.” Dragging my lips to her breasts, my teeth lightly clasp on her nipple. On her gasp, I tug her nipple to the side and feel her stomach dip in and out like a wave. “And then, I’ll aim to make you tremble beyond.” I slip my middle finger inside her soaked, warm pussy.

“More, Emmett. I need more.” I grin, thrilled with how direct she’s being. Her back arches, as I add another finger and my thumb pushes against her clit. “Circle it. Please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” A smirk grows on my face, her words doing more to my body than I imagined. “Keep telling me what you like, little darlin’.” Most of my hookups have been straight to the point. Communicating with moans until the woman comes, and we part ways. Hearing what Josie wants has me striving to fulfill her every desire.

“Add more pressure in a rapid motion.” Her legs part for me, and I need a moment before I finish in my damn pants.

My eyes darken at the sight of her bare pussy lips, and I reach down, unfastening my pants with one hand to relieve some resistance. Her eyes hold mine as her arm travels down her body, doing exactly what I think. Reaching for her wrists, I lift them above her head, and her lips tilt downward.

“You don’t want a show?” Is she second guessing herself?

“Oh, I do. But your first orgasm in this bed is mine for the taking.” Winking, I lean down to nip her bottom lip while I kick off my pants. Her sweet shower gel intoxicates me as my lips trail across her jaw, down her neck, and continue tasting the rest of her body. Josie’s head tilts backward, rolling herself up into an impressive arch. Panting continues to fill the room as my lips descend to where I am desperate to have a taste. Her breathing skyrockets when my mouth gently presses onto her clit.

Her legs part wider, nearly flat on the mattress, as she brings them to her hips. I run my tongue up and down her slit before it swipes to devour her pussy. Her moans fuel my desire and send more blood pulsing through my cock so quickly it hurts. I can’t take it much longer. I need to be inside her. I slide my palms under her hips to grip onto her waist, sucking her into my mouth without easing up. Her hand finds my hair as her body contorts and convulses. The covers are soaked, and I’ve never been prouder of a mess I have created.

“Wow, you’re really good at that,” she sighs with a squeaky tone as I press my lips to hers, sharing the taste of her arousal.

“That’s not all I’m known for, Josie.” My cock finds minimal relief as it grinds into her hip.

“You need to be taken care of too, don’t you?” Her palm runs over my cock with a soft squeeze. “Wow.” I can’t help but smirk and lean over to my nightstand for a condom.

“I should take my time and make you beg like you’ve silently been making me wait for this moment.” I push my underwear down and roll the condom on, but she doesn’t give me the satisfaction of looking at my cock.

“Shut up and kiss me.” Her delicate fingers wrap around the back of my neck and bring my lips to hers.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Josie. I can’t wait to feel your pussy clench around my cock.” I’m blessed with girth, so I grind her wetness over her clit with my cock, edging her on a bit more so she’s really ready for me to thrust into her warmth. Lining myself up with her entrance, I pause to give her a silent moment to change her mind about this, if needed. Her book scene is about to have nothing on us. I aim to put the fictional guy she is reading about to shame.

She continues to kiss and arch into me. Feeling like she’s ready, I flex my hips and thrust the head of my cock into her, when her body tenses. Her fingers dig in deep around my neck and her kiss halts as her lips press together. The tightness of her pussy tries to force me out, and I can’t feel her breathing. I’m barely in, but I withdraw.

This feeling hasn’t happened since…