William couldn't believe Emma just told Sherry to go away, even though they were meeting after such a long time. However, at the moment, he couldn't be anymore thankful.
The love of his life was currently on her knees, and if that wasn't enough to make his heart flutter, her movements added the excitement he never felt during the run this morning or any battle.
It was strange, it was exhilarating and he welcomed all of it.
Emma pulled back slowly, letting her lips drag along every inch until only the flushed head remained cradled on her tongue.
She kept her eyes lifted to his the whole time—wide, earnest, a little uncertain despite the heat in them. Her technique wasn't polished; there was no practiced rhythm.
What she gave him was raw devotion: messy, eager, almost clumsy in how badly she wanted to make him feel good.
