Page 115 of Ravage

I hadn’t missed the fact that Emery had been there for every step of the way. I hadn’t asked her to stay. I didn’t have to. She’d been there since the first night, and she hadn’t left my side. She changed my bandages, gave me my meds, and made sure I didn’t overdo it, even when I was a terrible patient.

I appreciated her being there. Hell, it humbled my stubborn ass. I hadn’t had someone take care of me since I was a kid, and I wasn’t exactly the best patient. But Emery stuck with me through it all.

But I was better now. The stitches were out, and the soreness had faded to a dull pull that I only felt when I turned just right. I only needed the pain meds after I’d done too much, and that had been days since I’d taken one. I was good. I’d been good, and I was done waiting.

I’d behaved. I’d kept my hands to myself. I didn’t touch her when she changed my bandages or when she crawled into my bed in her pink flannel pajamas. I didn’t pull her close when she inched close during the night and smelled like vanilla mixed with temptation. But I could only be patient for so long, and I’d finally reached my limit.

And then she walked into the bedroom wearing my favorite T-shirt and nothing else. She entered the room, slow and deliberate, like she had something on her mind, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been thinking the same thing.

My eyes stayed on hers as she made her way to bed. She didn’t go to her side. Instead, she came over to mine, carefully easing the covers back. “I’ve noticed that you aren’t taking your meds as much.”

“Don’t need ‘em.”

“So, you’re really feeling better?”

“Much better.”

I pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her with passion and hunger as I pulled her body close to mine. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of her touch. Something about Emery made me forget everything going on outside that room. It was just her and me as I felt her arms wrap around my neck, and her fingers tangled in my hair.

Her intoxicating scent teased my senses as I delved deeper into her mouth, and when she inched closer, pressing her warm body against mine, I could feel the blood rushing to my already throbbing erection.

“Since you’re feeling better… there’s something I want to try.”

“Oh yeah?” She dropped her hands to my boxers, gently tugging them until I lifted my hips and let her pull them off. “What did you have in mind?”

“Something I haven’t done with you yet.”

She lowered herself onto the bed, settling between my legs, and a hiss slipped from my teeth when she took me in her hand, teasing me with soft, easy strokes. “But you’ve done it before?”

“A couple of times.” A wicked smile spread across her lips as she watched my body grow more tense with every flick of her wrist. “It was a long time ago… I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I’ve been doing a little research and…”

“Research?”

“I found a site online.”

A tortured moan echoed through the room when I felt the warmth of her tongue rake against me. “You watched porn?”

“Not sure I’d call it that.” Her fingers tightened around me as she continued to stroke up and down the length of my shaft. “More like a tutorial?”

Without another word, she took me in deep, greedy and needful, and every muscle in my body tensed. I reached down, taking her hair in my hands, silently begging for more as she continued to suck and tease. Damn.

Her mouth was soft, warm and wet, and I couldn’t imagine a better fucking feeling. Her tongue twirled around the head of my dick, and then her movements changed. Her strokes became firmer and quicker with a slight twist of her wrist, and she sucked harder as she took me deeper. The change was subtle, but damn near sent me over the edge. Her little tutorial was about to be my undoing.

I reached down and placed my hand on hers, and she removed her mouth long enough to ask, “What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

“Liked it too damn much… I need inside you.” I reached for the hem of the T-shirt, pulling it over her head as I said, “Now, Em.”

I reached for her hips, carefully lifting her as she straddled herself over my cock. Dragging her center across my throbbing erection, she leaned forward and kissed me passionately. I thought I’d lose my mind if I had to wait another minute to be inside her.

Feeling the same need burning inside of her, Em looked down at me and asked, “Condom?”

“Side table. Bottom drawer.”

She reached into the drawer and handed me the small, square package. As soon as I slid it on, she was back, centering herself on top of me. The heat of our breaths mingled between us until the anticipation became too much. “I haven’t done this before.”

“Nothing to it, Em. If it feels good to you, it’ll feel good to me.”

My breath became ragged as I fought the temptation to take over. A look of determination marked her face as she lowered her hand between us, and a slight gasp slipped through her lips as she slowly inched down, taking me deep inside. She was so fucking tight and warm and wet that I thought I would explode right there on the spot.