The gap closed between us again, this time deliberately. Burke looked at me with intense eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, but it felt like this might have been a spot where the less was said, the better.
His hands moved from his lap to mine. He moved them up my body until he had both around my hips. For a second, he and I just looked at each other, the intensity of the moment all but driving us to silence.
And then he pulled me in.
Chapter 24: Burke
I pulled her in for a kiss.
And when I did, I realized something that sounded so corny but was unequivocally true.
Whatever I had felt during my dreams, whatever feelings I’d had when I’d fucked her in my hospital-induced hallucinations, paled in comparison to the real thing. For all the shit we’d been through to get to this point, there was nothing more special than to kiss her after a near-death experience.
And for all that I’d been through in my life, to call a kiss with a woman “special” was something I never thought I’d fucking say. But when it came to Emily Lorne, that was really how I felt. All the rationalizations, all the justifications, all the half-lies I had told myself so I wouldn’t get hurt gradually faded away. No longer did I fear closeness with Emily; now I craved it.
But just because I valued that emotional intimacy and closeness didn’t mean that I’d forgotten what it meant to be a dom. And as our kiss lasted longer and our actions became more erotic, that side of me slowly began to awaken. And although Emily probably had an idea of what a dom is, she had no idea what she was in for.
I was about to rock Emily’s world. Add in the fact that I’d waited too damn long for this moment, and it was practically a foregone conclusion that I was about to make Emily see stars.
I grabbed her ass as our kiss went on and on. But that wasn’t enough for me. I pinned her against the wall and bit into her neck, causing her to gasp and moan my name. Her hand slid down to my pants and tried to dig in, not quite reaching my junk but sending the message all the same. I brought my hips up a bit and pulled back, and she dug her hands all the way in. As soon as she had a grip on my cock, her stroking began in full, causing me to moan quietly and bite back into her neck.
I let her have some fun before I pulled her back to her spare bedroom.
By now, the dom in me had fully awakened. I was now grabbing her and controlling her as I damn well pleased, and she loved every second of it. I turned her around when we got inside the room, I grabbed her breasts. I’d been waiting forever to touch them in real life, and somehow, it surpassed whatever I had felt in my dreams.
After I’d had my fun with those, I took one hand, slid it down her pants, and started rubbing her wet pussy. Her breath hitched, she backed her ass into me, and she moaned my name repeatedly. Oh, how fucking hot it was to hear “Burke” stretched out.
She finally turned around in a whirl, devouring me with a kiss, trying to push me back, presumably so she could go down on me. But I was a dom. I set the pace for how things went.
And that started by making sure she came first.
“Nice try,” I growled.
I then lifted her off the ground, moved forward a couple feet, and tossed her on the bed. I pounced on her before she had even landed from her first bounce, pulling up her shirt and kissing her exposed skin while I worked to remove her pants and underwear. I sat up only to get those removed, leaving her naked from the waist down.
“Oh, fuck, Burke—”
I didn’t let her finish whatever she was going to say. It wasn’t as important as making sure that she orgasmed.
I pressed my lips hard into her pussy, tasting her sweet, sweet juices. Holy fuck, how bad I had wanted this moment! I thought I’d had a turning point in Mexico, but I had somehow undersold how good this moment would feel.
To be with Emily, to be controlling her, to be doing things my way as I always liked to… .
I wrapped my hands under her thighs and pressed down on her hips, preventing her from moving while I ate her out. She tried to squirm out, but the harder she moved, the harder I pressed down so she couldn’t do anything. It was so fucking hot how she begged me to let her move.
Of course, if I did, she wouldn’t be feeling as good as she was now. So really, it was a sort of win-win for us. I kept her in place. The tension of feeling pinned accelerated her orgasm. What wasn’t to like?
She ran her fingers over my scalp and tightened her grip as she inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. I could feel her clit starting to swell. It was tempting to go slow and tease her out, but that was never my preferred style for a first encounter. Maybe later, we would, but for now, the goal was to show her how quickly I could get her from kissing to orgasm.
And I was damn well sure, no matter what her past was, I was going to be the fastest but also the best she had ever had.
Sure enough, it only took probably two, maybe three
