Hers for the Holidays

Chapter Nineteen

“We should close the door,” Emily said, glancing over at the open door to her room.  It wouldn’t do for one of the kids to walk in.  Vincent smoothed her hair back behind her ears and gave her a quick peck on the lips as he rolled away, his feet hitting the beige-carpeted floor with an ungraceful thud as he moved to close the door. 

Emily sat up and pulled off her sweater, she blushed as she smoothed out her white lace camisole.  Vincent closed the door and turned back to look at Emily who was now sitting on the bed watching him.  He smiled and pulled his hoodie over his head revealing a well-muscled torso.  Emily sucked in a breath as she looked at him, he must have spent a lot of time working out to look like that, she fidgeted with the lace of her top as she thought about how she looked.  Soft and nerdy compared to him, at least that was how she felt until she saw the heat in his eyes.

Vincent kicked his shoes off as he walked closer to Emily.  The innocent blush that played across her cheeks made him grin as she looked up at him through long dark lashes. He watched as she looked away biting her lip, he brought his index finger to her chin, guiding her to look up at him.  

“Stop biting your lip Em,”  He said, his voice gravelly with the arousal he felt for her.

“Okay,” she said looking up at him nervously.

“We don’t have to do this if you are not ready.”  He squeezed her hands softly. It was easier for him to say that when she wasn’t looking up at him like something he wanted to chase.  

Emily pulled her hands from his and stepped closer, pressing her breasts against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

 “I want to do this.”  She said pulling back slightly, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes practically glowed as they met his.

Vincent smiled as he brought his lips to hers, his hands going around her waist as he deepened the kiss.  He took his time kissing her, his tongue snaking out to trace against the seam of her lips as his hands rested on the curve of her hips, thumbs tracing circles onto the smooth strip of flesh that her camisole left exposed. 

Emily’s hands were not idle as she tangled them into her wavy hair, gently scratching his scalp as her lips moved against his, her tongue caressed, tasted, and she felt that same spark as when their hands first touched.  She let out a small groan of frustration as he stopped kissing her to pull her thin camisole off.  

Vincent ran his thumb over her swollen bottom lip, his gaze flickered to her face before Emily spun him around faster than he was prepared for and shoved him gently towards the bed.  Vincent looked up at her as he bounced on the soft mattress, he crawled back towards the pillows as he watched her kick off her shoes before moving to crawl up his body. He bit his lip fighting with the urge to pin her down and take control of the situation as she got further up his body.  

Emily stopped as she reached his waist. She undid the button of his jeans and leaned forward using her teeth to drag his zipper down.  She smiled to herself as she heard him draw in a sharp breath; freeing his aching c**k and ran her hand up and down his length, taking her time to enjoy the velvet feel of his soft foreskin.  

Vincent watched her with hooded eyes as she stroked him. He buried his fingers into the teal bedspread underneath him as she leaned forward to blow warm moist air across the head of his c**k.  She smirked up at him as he twitched; she leaned closer again, repeating the action before she engulfed him into her mouth, and started to move her head back and forth.  

“Oh f**k Em,”  Vincent said as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, she swirled her tongue against his shaft taking him deeper into her throat and he let out a soft moan and Emily smiled as she pulled back to cup his balls in her hand.  

“You want me to stop?”  She asked with a teasing glint in her eyes as she moved her other hand swiftly up and down his c**k.

“Only if you don’t want me to c*m,”  Vincent said through gritted teeth. If she kept touching him like that he didn’t know if he’d be able to control himself.  He was thankful for shifter stamina, he’d be ready to go again in no time, til then he would have fun tasting her.

All thoughts were wiped from his mind as she took him into her mouth again.  He growled low in his throat as she worked her hand up and down the parts of him she couldn’t fit into her talented mouth, Vincent could feel the tightening in his balls as she caressed them and he knew he didn’t have too much longer.

“Emily I’m going to come,” he growled trying to warn her, but she kept bobbing her head up and down she let out a little humming sound that made him lose control, he fisted his hands in the blankets as his hips pumped faster, he spilled his seed into her mouth watching as she swallowed his essence.  

She pulled back and smiled at him and Vincent leaned forward and he cupped her face with one hand, the other tangling in her mass of dark hair he tenderly pulled her closer.  

“God, Em.  You’re perfect.”  He said before kissing her. He could taste himself on her lips and deepened this kiss with a soft growl.