Emily’s breath hitched as he reached behind her, unhooking her bra with a deftness that spoke of his eagerness. He pulled the fabric away, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe, as if seeing her for the first time.
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her again, his kisses deeper, more demanding. He kissed down her chest, his hands sliding to her hips, where he slowly, torturously, unbuttoned her jeans. Emily squirmed under his touch, her body aching for more, for all of him.
When he finally slid her jeans off, leaving her in just her underwear, Alex paused, his eyes raking over her body, taking in every inch of her. “So perfect,” he whispered, his hands running up her thighs, making her shiver.
She couldn’t take the sweet torture any longer. With a soft growl, she pushed him back onto the couch, straddling him, her hands tugging at his shirt, eager to feel more of his skin against hers. He chuckled softly, his hands settling on her hips as she rid him of his shirt.
Their lips met again in a heated kiss, and this time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. Alex’s hands roamed her body, sliding under her panties, kneading the soft flesh of her ass as he pressed her closer to him, grinding his hips up against her, letting her feel just how much he wanted her.
The friction, the heat between them, was intoxicating, and Emily’s mind was a haze of desire. She wanted him—needed him—right now.
As if sensing her urgency, Alex lifted her slightly, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them off with one swift motion. His eyes darkened as he looked at her, completely bare before him, his hands gripping her thighs as he leaned in, pressing a kiss just below her navel, teasingly close to where she needed him most.
“Alex,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire, her hands tangling in his hair, urging him lower.
He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin as he obeyed her silent command, his mouth finding her core, his tongue flicking out in a teasing caress that made her cry out. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building rapidly as he worked her with a skill and tenderness that made her head spin.
“God, Alex,” she moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth as he took her higher, the tension inside her coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending her over the edge with a cry of his name.
He didn’t stop, his tongue and lips coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her until she was a trembling mess, her body shuddering with aftershocks as he finally pulled away, his lips trailing back up her body.
He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips, and she responded with a hunger that surprised even her. She wanted him inside her, needed to feel him, to be as close as possible.
“Please, Alex,” she whispered against his lips, her hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants, desperate to free him from the confines of his clothes.
He groaned, his hands helping hers as he rid himself of his pants and boxers in record time. The moment he was free, she guided him to her entrance, her breath catching as she felt the tip of him brush against her, hot and hard.
As their bodies stilled, the only sound in the cabin was their shared breath, ragged and heavy. But even in the aftermath, the connection between them crackled like the embers in the fireplace, their hearts still pounding in sync.
Alex’s eyes met Emily’s, and in that moment, something shifted between them—something profound and irrevocable. He brushed a damp lock of hair away from her flushed face, his touch lingering as if he couldn’t quite believe she was real. The depth of emotion in his gaze made her chest tighten with something achingly sweet, something that went beyond the physical.
He kissed her again, this time slower, more deliberate, as though he was savoring every second, every taste of her. His lips moved with a tenderness that made her heart swell, filling her with a warmth that was almost unbearable in its intensity.
“I can’t believe we waited this long,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. “I never want to go back to just being friends.”
Emily’s breath caught at the raw vulnerability in his voice. “Neither do I,” she whispered back, her fingers tracing the lines of his face as if memorizing him all over again. The realization that this was real, that they had finally crossed that line, was almost dizzying.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. His skin was warm and solid against hers, grounding her, yet every touch still sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under her palm, a soothing rhythm that matched her own.
But even as they lay there, basking in the afterglow, the desire between them didn’t fade. It was a simmering heat, a promise of more to come, and it made her pulse quicken all over again. She shifted slightly, her body already aching for him once more, a low, insistent need that she knew wouldn’t be satisfied with just one taste.
- END OF PRAISES -
