Free Healed by Rebecca Brooke Page B

her expression made a warm feeling spread through my body. It wasn’t lust, but a contentment at seeing her so happy.
    She lifted up until she was seated, leaning her back against the headboard of the bed. Carefully, she unwrapped the paper, almost as if she was afraid to tear it, and pulled the box from it wrappings. The name of the jewelry store was emblazoned on the outside of the box and with trembling hands she removed the lid, lifting the velvet box from inside. Flipping the lid open, she gasped when she saw the beautiful white-gold oval pendant encrusted with diamonds, and aquamarines that matched her eyes.
    “It’s beautiful,” she breathed.
    Reaching down, I took the necklace from her fingers and latched it around her neck. “No, now it is beautiful.”
    The smile she gave me was exactly what I wanted to wake up to every morning. “You sure know how to sweet-talk a girl.”
    She slid her leg over my thighs until she was straddling me, her long hair covering my chest as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. The warmth of her body seeped into me at every point we were connected. Opening my mouth I slipped my tongue out to suck on her bottom lip, convincing her to open up and let me in, and when she did, her taste exploded through me, making me shiver. The kiss was quickly spiraling in frantic, frenzied need.
    In my opinion, there were too many clothes between us—even though Emily only slept in a T-shirt and panties. I grabbed the hem of her shirt, breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over her head and throw it to the floor, only to return my lips to the sweetest place on earth. The kiss was all-consuming, stealing my breath and making me dizzy. Emily had a way of making me feel things no other woman had ever been able to.
    Suddenly, Emily pulled away.
    “Baby, where are you going?” I asked through labored breaths. I reached out to bring her back to me but the glint in her eyes and the way she bit her bottom lip told me she was up to no good. She grabbed my hands and pinned them to the bed. It would have taken me less than a second to shake her off, but I didn’t, wanting to see where this was going.
    My eyes closed the moment her lips slid down the column of my throat, the kisses stopping at the base, only to be replaced by a light sucking, making my dick twitch in need. Her warm, wet tongue continued its descent down the center of my chest, down to dip into my navel. A moan rose up from the back of my throat. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire with her simple touch.
    When her lips left my body, I almost groaned in disappointment. Small fingers dipped beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs, lowering them until my dick popped free, before her touch disappeared completely. I tried waiting patiently for it to return, keeping my eyes closed and trying to control my breathing, but it was impossible with the parts of my body that still tingled where her mouth had been.
    Soft lips wrapped around the head of my cock and my eyes snapped open.
    “Em, what are you doing?” I moaned as she took me deeper into her mouth.
    With a half-hearted attempt I reached for her. Emily had done this before, but every time it felt better and better. It was incredible—unlike anything else. Nothing compared, except being buried inside her. I doubt there was a guy alive who didn’t love the feel of a warm mouth wrapped around them.
    She brushed my hands away and kept sucking, taking time to suck just the head into her mouth. The move had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. At least until she moved all the way down my shaft and I gritted my teeth to keep from thrusting my hips up toward her sweet mouth. My brain was covered in a massive fog of desire. To stop my body from moving, I fisted my hands into the blankets next to me.
    “Oh God, Emily, please don’t stop,” I panted, needing to feel her lips as they continued to take me in.
    “Mmm,” she moaned around my cock, sending tingles from the tip