I smile, keeping my hand on his neck.
"Yes," I breathe, bringing our lips together a hairsbreadth apart, noses pressed together.
Emery looks so hot right now. Creases form on his forehead, at the corners of his eyes. His mouth hangs open, fingers dig brutally into the skin at the base of my neck. The delicate tenderness of his caresses pose a sharp contrast to the fiery maelstrom of heated emotions playing on his face.
I love seeing him like this, so desperately conflicted by the pain and pleasure vying for his attention.
"I love it," he sobs again.
My thumb flits around his chin. "It feels so good..."
He's so beautiful. I've never seen such perfect, sweet surrender in his body language. The entire time, he's been crying silently, he's soaring so high right now.
"Say, I love dick in my ass," I instruct, still fitting my hand loosely around his neck, thinking, mine.
He mewls something incoherent, eyes still boring deeply into mine and jaw hanging. "Say it, baby..." Our noses bump briefly. My breath catches in my throat.
"I love dick in my ass," Emery grits out through clenched teeth.
I grin, snagging my lower lip between my teeth.