CHAPTER 669: 669-AMAZING SEX

Helanie:

His hand touched my curves so gently. He knew where to touch and where to kiss. When his lips kissed my ear with his breath causing my heart to stop, my body moved in a circular motion back on his crotch.

His hand ran forward, touching my pussy over my fabric for a second before he began to pull down my pajamas.

I closed my eyes and let him touch my bare pussy once he had left me naked down there.

He had tossed my pajamas out from under the blanket and onto the ground. His other hand moved up from under my top and touched my boob, grabbing it and massaging it gently.

I synchronized my move with his movements, my body reacting on its own as he kept grinding on him while lying on the side.

His fingers reached my clit and I let out the breath I had been holding back.

The tip of his fingers vibrated my clit, causing my whole body to feel the shock waves. My skin had goosebumps on it.

His fingers played around my nipple, his head moving under my arm and reaching for my other boob. His touch tickled my erected tits, his hand forcing its way between my legs. I caught onto it and closed my legs on his hand, not wanting him out.

I was so hot at that moment that I did not want any interruption. He pushed my legs open again and gently slipped his finger inside me, causing my back to arch onto his chest.

With every push of his finger inside me, I moaned under my breath. His hand massaged my breast so lovingly. His lips sucked my tit passionately. His finger fucked my vagina aggressively.

His hand would almost fist me down there when he would shove his finger up so hard.

After a few more thrusts from his finger, he realized he wanted to do more.

He adjusted my one leg forward and then his cock on my pussy from the back.

I yelped loudly this time when he shoved the entire length in me in one big thrust. His shaft was so hot and wide, making my eyes pop out every time he went deep in me.

His thrusts were gentle in the beginning, syncing with his hand touching my boob and lips on my tit. But then they picked up speed, causing me to tear up a little from the aggressiveness.

I liked it though.

I bit onto my bottom lip when he would suddenly change the speed and fuck me passionately.

Just knowing that it was Emmet was making me hotter.

I felt his shaft tear inside me and then go out with heat rushing from my pussy to my nipples that he sucked off.

After minutes of thrusting from behind, he adjusted his body and let me lie down on my back. He came on top of me, and this time, our eyes met deeply.

He placed his arm over my head, his lips leaning in to kiss my legs as he positioned himself between my legs and pushed his dick inside me once again.

This time, his movements were much slower. Each time he entered me, he would give me a passionate kiss on the lips, breaking the kiss as he withdrew.

"If I have to stay like this for the rest of my life, I won’t complain," he whispered on my lips, causing my back to arch with each thrust.

"I love you so much, Emmet," I could only manage to respond. My mind was overwhelmed with pleasure as my body experienced intense sensations.

He kissed my lips again before burying his face in my neck, licking and sucking my skin. His pace quickened, his movements becoming more forceful, and his thrusts speeding up like a machine. He began moving in and out of me rapidly, eliciting loud moans from me as he continued to kiss my neck. His shaft started to swell, and I felt a knot building inside me. I gasped loudly as he lifted his face from my neck and gazed at me, my eyes struggling to stay open. His cock remained knotted inside me as I heard him groan loudly.

"Fuckkk!" he exclaimed as he released his warm liquid inside me, filling my vagina. I finally exhaled, my breathing still erratic. He collapsed on top of me before we both got up for a shower and returned to bed together.

It was a passionate moment that we chose not to spoil with words. However, morning arrived as it always does, and we had to part ways. He was sleeping, holding me from behind when a loud knock on the door startled me awake. I opened my eyes to the voices outside, a reminder of my childhood here, where arguments would often start early in the morning.

"Emmet, somebody’s at the door," I whispered, trying to unwrap his arms from around my body.

"Hm?" Emmet groaned, finally letting go and rolling to the side.

"There’s no space behind—" Before I could react or stop him, he accidentally rolled off the bed. He hit the floor with a soft thud, and his eyes flew open.

"What happened?" he asked innocently, his eyes still half-closed.

"Are you okay?" I asked, caught in awe as I stared at his pouty lips.

"Yeah?" he mumbled, looking lost as he reached up, grabbed a pillow from the bed, and tucked it under his head like he didn’t care he was lying on the floor.

I smiled watching him, then got out of bed and practically begged him to get off the ground. I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave for the bathroom until I was sure he was comfortable. He finally got up and collapsed onto his own bed this time, drifting back to sleep while I slipped away to get ready for the day.

’Last night was amazing. He feels even better when he’s inside us,’ my wolf snickered, and so did I.

But then, I remembered Norman. Would he be so angry with me that things would start falling apart between us?