Page 22 of Passion and Promises
“Allie figured she and I should be ready for anything this weekend.” She shrugs. “I didn’t plan on getting laid, but I knew better than to argue with her.”
As soon as she’s within reach, I grab her around the hips and toss her back down on the bed. “Allie is officially my favourite person,” I growl, bending down to kiss her. Then I pull back. Something about Emma makes me want to be open and honest. My voice is sober when I continue. “The truth is, I don’t sleep around. Finding you was the best fucking surprise I’ve had in a long time, but a surprise I’m not prepared for.”
“I guess Allie knew something we didn’t know,” she says with a small smirk.
“And what was that?” I ask.
“Always be prepared.”
I laugh, and Emma’s answering giggle is low and sultry as she makes quick work of opening the packet and rolling the latex over my cock.
“Now, where were we?” she purrs.
I lay down on my back and lift her over my hips. When she takes me in her hands, and lifts up to line me up with her entrance, I find myself holding my breath in anticipation. She slides down on me agonizingly slow, and my breath comes out in a low groan of pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside me, Nash.”
Those filthy words coming from her beautiful mouth send me into overdrive. My fingers dig into her luscious hips as I guide her up and down my length, varying speed and tempo with my own hips thrusting up underneath her as well. Emma’s hands come to my chest, her fingertips digging in. She drops her head forward with a moan and her hair falls around us in a silky curtain.
I can feel myself growing impossibly harder inside of her tight, wet heat and try to stave off my release. There’s no way I’m coming until she does again. I move one hand to her clit, circling it with my thumb. Judging by the sounds she makes, she’s close. She leans back, moving her hands to rest behind her on my legs, and arches her hips and chest upward. I stare greedily at her tits as they bounce with every movement.
“You are the hottest fucking woman I have ever seen.” I reach a hand up and cup one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between my fingers, watching her face to see the reaction.
“I’m gonna come, Nash. God, I’m gonna come so hard,” Emma moans. Her head is tossed back and her face is pure ecstasy. She chants my name, a whisper at first, growing in volume as she slams down on me harder and harder. Our movements become frenzied and we both lose control, shooting off into our orgasms within seconds of each other.
Emma collapses down onto my chest, my dick sliding out of her. She feels good in my arms, in my bed. Like she belongs here. And that sends me into a weird spiral of unfamiliar emotions. I’ve never felt this way with a woman, and it’s freaking me out a bit. Eventually she rolls off of me and onto her back with a contented sigh.
“Wow. That was, umm, that was amazing.”
I let out a low chuckle. “I could say the same, baby. That was incredible.”
Emma’s quiet for a moment, and I watch her tug her lip between her teeth and a small frown furrow between her brows. Just as I’m about to reach out and smooth it with my fingers, she rolls over onto her side.
“So.”
As soon as that one word leaves her luscious mouth, I know she’s starting to think about leaving. And there is no fucking way I’m letting that happen again. Not yet.
“I’m starved,” I announce. “Want to order room service?”
Her eyes widen briefly. “Umm, sure. I could eat.” She still sounds uncertain, but at least she isn’t leaving.
“Why don’t you look at the options while I clean up.” I press a quick kiss to her lips, and dart into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. After dealing with the condom, I wash my hands and splash some water on my face. I open the door to see Emma sitting on the bed wearing my T-shirt, looking over the room service menu. I shouldn’t be ready to go again but when she looks up at me and gives me a smile that is the perfect mix of sexy and sweet, I can only think of one thing.Damn she looks good in my shirt. Good enough to make me want to flip her over and take her again. But my stomach rumbles, reminding me I haven’t eaten anything in hours.
Food first, fuck later.
We eat burgers, sitting in the chairs over by the massive window in my suite, Emma in my T-shirt and me in my boxer briefs. It’s dark out, but the view is still impressive with the lights of the town below shining at us.
“So who is Emma…shit, I don’t even know your last name,” I laugh to myself at my attempt at conversation.
“Oh, wow, yeah I guess you don’t,” her laugh is low and sweet. “Walters. My name is Emma Walters.”
I lift her hand to my mouth and press a kiss to the back of it. “Good to know. So, Emma Walters. Tell me everything about you. All I know is you’re beautiful, captivating, and completely irresistible. That, and you have a bad habit of disappearing on me.” I give her a mock glare, hoping she senses the teasing in my words.
Thankfully, she rolls her eyes and doesn’t tug her hand away. “Come on. I doubt you were short on company these last couple of years.”
That makes me frown for real. “Emma, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since our first night together.”
Her jaw drops open. “Seriously?”
