“You wore them,” he grins, sitting back on his heels to admire my choice in panties.
I look down at the black lace thong barely covering my most intimate flesh. It’s the same pair I was wearing that night at the party, when we finally let each other in on how we really felt, if not out loud. That night seems like eons ago, but it’s only been a matter of weeks. Look how much can change when you’re honest about what you really want.
“I thought you’d appreciate that,” I whisper, letting my legs fall open before him.
“Appreciation doesn’t even come close,” he growls, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his own jeans.
The rise in his black briefs can’t be contained. He’s hard as a rock for me, and absolutely huge. Emerson loops his fingers through the band of my thong and slowly, reverently, eases it down my legs. I lay before him, utterly naked, the cool air playing against my slick sex. With his eyes locked on me, Emerson tugs down his briefs, letting me see him in all his glory.
For a moment, it’s all we can do to stare at each other. Emerson kneels over me, his cock standing at full attention for me. I drink in the sight of it, thick and throbbing with want. Without thinking, I bring my hands to his hard length—I need both to grab hold of it. Emerson groans as I kneel opposite him, working my hands all along his cock. Taking my lead, he lays back on the bed as I continue to stroke him, feeling him get harder in my hands. As his head hits the pillow, I can’t wait any longer. I bring my lips to the round, shapely tip of him and close my lips around it.
His eyes scrunch up in bliss as I take his cock into my mouth, running my tongue along his tender shaft. I work my mouth along him, using both hands to keep a firm grasp. I love the feel of him as he fills up my mouth, the taste of him as he pulses for me.
“Abby,” he gasps, reaching for me, “I need you...I need...”
“Tell me,” I breathe, breaking away before running my tongue all around his bulging head. “Tell me what you want.”
In reply, I feel his hands close around my hips and tug me up toward him. I let him guide me, not knowing where this is heading but not caring too much either. With firm hands, he turns my body around so that I’m facing away from him. Before I can ask what he wants me to do, he’s tugged my hips back toward his face, lying out beneath me.
I cry out in delighted surprise as he brings his mouth swiftly to my sex, licking along my wet slit from below. My back arches with pleasure as the tip of his tongue finds my rock hard clit, and I groan as he wraps his lips around it. His cock is standing tall, harder than ever and far too delicious-looking to let be. As Emerson flicks his tongue across my aching clit, I lean forward and take him into my mouth as voraciously as ever.
We work each other into a frenzy, giving and taking as much as we can possibly manage. How can something feel so illicit and so natural all at the same time? I suck hard on Emerson’s cock as I feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. He must be able to feel it in me, because he takes out all the stops. I feel him slide two strong fingers into me as he licks along the length of me. His fingers pulse against that tender spot inside of me as the tip of his tongue flicks against my clit.
And just like that, I’m a goner.
I come hard as he laps up my desire, the room spinning around me. As the orgasm shudders through me, Emerson rolls me onto my back. I sprawl out beneath him, wide-eyed with blissful wonder. Wordlessly, he reaches into the pocket of his discarded jeans and pulls out a condom. Ripping open the package with his teeth, he can scarcely keep his eyes off of me. He rolls the condom down his pulsating length, and it finally hits me: this is really happening. His eyes are blazing as he lowers his taut body to mine. Wrapping my ankles around his tapered waist, I moan as I feel his swollen head pressing against my wet sex. This is it. At long last.
Emerson locks his eyes on mine, and we might as well be the only two people on the planet. He lingers there for just a moment, on the precipice of our knowing each other in an entirely new way. My whole body is screaming to feel him drive into me, demolish and rebuild me with the force of his need. I reach up and take his face in my hands.
“I’m all yours,” I whisper, my gaze steady on his face. “Take me.”
Something blazes behind his eyes as he brings his mouth to mine. He bucks his hips, pressing himself into me. A moan fills my throat as he parts my silky flesh with his staggering length. I can feel him diving into the very core of me. At last, he’s all the way in, and I can scarcely believe that he fits at all. But he does. And it feels fucking fantastic.
Our bodies move together, limbs tangled, chests heaving. He drives into me as I pull him in further, each of us trying to feel as much of the other as possible. A low, thudding bliss is building inside of me once more, and I can feel him growing to fill me—he’s right on the edge. He thrusts hard and deep, his face screwed up in a mask of ecstatic wonder. I grab hold of his perfect, firm ass, pulling him in as far as I can as I tell him, “Let go.”
Both of our voices swell into a huge groan as he pummels into me once more and comes, hard. I clutch onto him as I feel him spasm and gush inside of me, gaze up at him as his mouth falls open into a perfect “o”. It feels like a year goes by before we even begin to come back down to earth again.
Emerson lowers himself down next to me on the bed, pulling me to his chest. I rest my cheek on his hot skin, listening to the wild beating of his heart. I can’t formulate a single word to tell him what this has meant to me, that it was so much better than I ever could have hoped, and that I don’t know how I’ll stand to never have him again.
But the thing is, I don’t need to tell him. Just laying here beside me, it’s clear that he already knows.
Chapter Nine
I arrange my blonde hair into a hasty up-do, trying to keep from crying. I’ve been on the verge of tears since about five minutes after I woke up this morning—when I remembered what today is. Our parents’ wedding day. The day that Emerson and I become step siblings.
I’ve changed into my maid of honor dress, a lavender sheath, and tried my best to apply fancy makeup. We have to head right to the church this morning, just like we promised, and we’re already getting kind of a late start. I lock eyes with myself in the mirror, see the tears shining there.
“Stop it,” I whisper, “You can’t cry now. You always knew this was coming.”
But even though Emerson and I had our one night together knowing full well that it would be our last, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.