A/n: Smut alert!! 18+ Continuation of same scene as previous chapter. Separated for readers who do not want to read smut. It is not imperative that you read this chapter to understand the story.
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"Is there dessert?"
"Only if you let me have you."
I stopped breathing. Was this happening? Did dreams really come true? She stood up, extending her open hand to me. With wide eyes, I slowly took her hand, allowing her to pull me out of my chair. Before I could blink, she had pulled me in her arms. "Can I taste you, Angel? Will you let me?"
Holy hell. "Please," I begged.
She gripped my chin between her thumb and pointer finger. "Who knew such an articulate woman could become so speechless when presented with the opportunity to fuck?" she teased.
"Only you, Em. Only you make me like this." I lifted up as tall as I could make myself, desperate to kiss her again.
"Uh uh," Emily admonished, "Patience, baby. Don't worry; I'll take good care of you, but you need to be patient. I'm going to savor you tonight." I just whimpered. I was already aching for her. I hadn't had sex in over nine months. She slowly turned my head to the side and leaned down, licking a trail up the side of my neck. My gasp caught in my throat. Her tongue felt like hot silk on my skin. She nuzzled under my jaw, trailing slow, wet kisses anywhere she desired.
Finally, FINALLY, she made it to my lips. This kiss felt different. It wasn't sweet like earlier before dinner, and it wasn't frenzied like the night of the gala. She really might kill me with how slowly she wanted to take this.
She cupped my face with one hand while the other pulled me closer at the small of my back. I swept my tongue against her lip, hoping she would speed things up. She nipped at my lip, telling me to stop topping from the bottom. Her hand wound around to the back of my neck, slightly tugging on my hair. I moaned into her mouth.
I tugged on her arm and tried to step back towards my room. Emily followed my lead, walking me backwards. "Don't get used to me following your commands, brat." I smiled against her mouth.
"Yes, ma'am," I smirked.
"And don't be so pleased with yourself either, y/n. You're so desperate right now. Don't forget who has the power to decide when you cum tonight." She swallowed my gasp. She pushed me back rapidly towards my bedroom, stripping my suit jacket as she went. Our limbs shadowed each other as if engaged in a sensual tango.
"You're so soft," she whispered, rubbing her hands down my arms. When we made it to my room, she backed me up to the bed and laid me down horizontally on the bed. I stared up at her, enamored with the shape of her mouth. She lifted one leg in the air and kissed my ankle as she took my heel off. Her lips continued placing soft kisses on me while her hand trailed down my leg to my thigh. I quivered in anticipation. She moved to my right leg, repeating her actions. This time, she dipped her fingers lower, closer to my throbbing core.
I tried so hard to stay quiet, but my breathing resounded loudly in the otherwise silent room. She pushed the bottom of my skirt up to my waist. "Sit up, Princess." I immediately complied, hoping she'd take off more of my clothes. I was not disappointed when she slowly pulled the zipper down on my dress. She tugged on my arm, yanking me to standing position; my dress slipped to the floor.
"Beautiful," she breathed reverently. Her hands ghosted over my skin, raising goose bumps in their wake. Her eyes couldn't settle on one part of me. It's like she lost track of what we were doing. Wasn't she on fire like I was? I needed her sense of urgency to return.
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