“Why did you do this?” he whispered, my lips having just left his.
His heartbeat thrummed against my palm, his eyes still closed.
I slid my hand down to hold his, pressing my forehead to his.
I was still high on the taste of his lips; I hadn’t had enough.
I pressed my lips to his once more.
His unsteady hands in mine were giving all his hesitation away, but it only lasted a few seconds.
He released my hands only to grab my waist and pull me closer.
I giggled against his mouth when I felt his hand cup my butt.
“You’re trouble,” he muttered as his lips brushed my jaw.
His already seduced and deep voice sent a shiver down my spine.
He lifted me a little so that I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I tilted my head back to open my neck to his kisses.
‘‘You just told me that I am a good kind of trouble,’’ I said in a playful voice.
“The best kind,” he rasped, his voice muffled by the pressure of his mouth between my breasts.
That made me giggle.
He set me on the giant wooden table.
I kept my legs wrapped around him, and pressed his butt with my heels to pull him closer.
He grabbed my chin firmly and grazed my lips with his thumb.
His eyes were getting darker and darker.
“Where’d you learn to kiss like that, Emily?” I could even sniff the smoke of his feelings out of the depth of his voice.
“Born with it,” I said to lighten the air and pulled him closer impatiently to kiss him more.
My hands pressed him by the nape with rough strokes.
He grabbed my chin again and pulled me back a little.
‘‘I will show what a real kiss is, Emily…’’ Then he teased me by coming closer as if he was going to kiss me but pulled himself back to say, ‘‘… and what real man feels like!’’
That was it.
His kisses felt like a needle, breaking every layer of my skin to reach my flesh and inject his poison through my veins.
“I’m rewriting the rulebook for you, Arquette.”
That was it; this was when he pressed his lips fiercely against mine.
His hands slid down to grip my thighs hard, lifting me off the table as if I weighed nothing.
I was carried near the fireplace.
My legs were still locked when he pressed my back against the warm wall on the side of the fireplace.
He pulled my hair to tilt my head back and pulled me back as I tried to reach for his lips.
‘‘I want you to feel what I am feeling every damn time I look at you.
You want to touch me, don’t you, Emily?
You want it too badly, don’t you?’’
‘‘Yes!’’ I responded with a needy voice.
‘‘Say you want me so bad.
I want to hear it, Emily.
Say it!’’
‘‘I want you so bad,’’ I whispered.
‘‘Good girl,’’ he said before sending his tongue inside my mouth.
His hungry kisses moved through my skin to my breasts.
My hands were roughly pulling his hair and pushing his head closer as if I could have any deeper kisses.
I found myself lying on the cushions by the fireplace, and his soaked wet shirt made me shiver as it brushed against my stomach.
He pulled his body away, but his lips didn’t leave my skin.
I felt his touch around my waistline.
He finally removed my tight, wet pants.
I pushed him in the chest with my feet.
He was off guard; his surprised face gave it away.
I sat on his lap and removed his shirt first.
Then I kissed him as my hands stroked through his chest when he slapped my butt.
My lips left his to wander through his skin.
I felt his pulse between my lips first, and that gave him a deep breath.
He grabbed my hair as my lips went down to his collarbone.
I could feel his hardness against my wet panties. Get faster updates on g.com.
He changed our positions and placed me under himself wildly.
His lips crashed back onto mine with a raw, punishing kiss.
I melted against him, my fingers finding his hair to pull him deeper while the fire crackled beside us that was nothing next to the heat building inside me.
His wide hands ripped off my sports bra, and his lips found my nipples just as I felt the tip of his finger press against my clitoris, inside my panties.
‘‘You little horny brat, you are ready to take me already, aren’t you?’’ he said as his one finger was already making me moan inside.
I was moving my hips toward his finger.
‘‘It feels so hot, wet and smooth inside.
I cannot hold myself back anymore!’’
I could sense his desperation, desire and urge to have me at the same time.
‘‘What are you waiting for, Eduardo?’’
The challenge in my voice made his eyes darken.
He lowered his pants to free himself completely as he tore my panties with only two fingers.
I felt his manhood for the first time, pressing against my slick flesh.
He brushed it over me, causing my hips to lift and my body to curve instinctively.
“You’re just a little dirty brat, aren’t you?” he said with a proud smile right before he shoved inside me, making my nails dig into his shoulders.
I whispered his name between my moans.
He grabbed my chin and whispered in my ear, “Yes, baby… Say my name like that!” before pressing his lips against mine.
Our bodies moved together in a desperate rhythm against the warmth of the fireplace.
His hunger fed mine, starving me for more: more of his touches, his affection, his soul… Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over us until we got breathless and shattered as one.
I stroked his hair to ease him as his head fell onto my chest to catch his breath.
He placed his chin between my breasts to meet my eyes.
‘‘How are you feeling, Ma’am?’’ he asked with an annoying grin to tease me.
I slapped his arm in laughter before saying, ‘‘Don’t call me that.’’
He leaned up just high enough to kiss my forehead.
‘‘You are Emily,’’ he whispered.
‘‘My Emily!’’ he declared before kissing my lips.