The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 24

The dirty language coming from that sweet mouth turned him on more than he thought possible and with a strangled groan, he grabbed the condom. As soon as it was on, she lifted her hips and slid down on him, taking him all the way inside her all at once and without a word. He gripped her ass and threw his head back, his eyes closed tight at the feeling of being sheathed fully in that clutching, pulsing heat. He shook with the effort not to come right away, but it was damn difficult.

Emma felt his hard length nudging deep inside her. She was completely filled by him, her aching p***y stretched and pulled over every inch of his c**k. She buried her face in his chest, held onto his shoulders.

His hands on her ass and lower back were demanding now, and she began to roll her hips, alternating slow circles and deep plunges, working his body with her own, relishing having this man quivering under her. His breath was hot, hoarse, and his thrusts were rough and urgent. She moved on him again and again, loving how it felt to have this strong man completely under her power, at her mercy. She watched his face as his rapture grew, amazed at how much it turned her on to pleasure him. Emma felt his arm and back muscles tense and release with his crazed desire to come and his wordless need ignited her own.

“Dean,” she whispered.

His eyes opened and met hers. The heat and lust burning in those green depths sparked a response in her and she started to come.

“Come for me, Dean.” She tightened her p***y muscles, flexed and released them on his throbbing c**k. “I want to see you come. Now, babe.”

At her words, he gave a long moan and exploded. The force of it pushed her up and off the bed; her feet left the floor. He lengthened inside her, pushed her sweet spot and her own release tore through her. They clutched each other, crying out and shaking, their hot bodies straining and reaching, wanting the feelings to go on and on. They collapsed on one another, panting, heartbeats thundering.

Holding her as close as possible, Dean tried to slow down his breathing, his whole body still tense from his orgasm. Never in his life had he experienced anything like that. He felt shaky and almost teary and he buried his face in her shoulder. Emma stroked the back of his neck, pulled him tighter, felt him start to relax under her.

When he was able to speak again, Dean pulled back and ran his hands through her tangled hair. “Jesus Christ, Emma. Where did a nice girl learn those moves? And where’d the dirty mouth come from all of a sudden?”

Her beautiful eyes were bright. “You liked it?”

“f**k, yeah. I loved it.” He took a deep breath and touched her face. “You OK?”

“Yep.” She kissed him softly, ran her tongue along his lower lip. “Better than OK. I’m good.”

“You sure as hell are, angel.” He kissed her back, sweetly exhausted. “You sure are."