35. Apologizing.

Emily’s POV

He held me through my waist coming close. His hand went down touching my thighs.

"It's not good to masturbate yourself my little." he said. Oh god My little again!

His hand moved in between my thighs touching the most sensitive part.

"Wet?" He said huskily, driving me crazy.

I kept my head on his shoulder feeling his touch. He started rubbing my clit at a slow pace.

"Tell me you want more Emily," he demanded. "Say you want me to fuck you hard until you lose your breaths." Oh Jesus, his dirty talks are driving me crazy

"Rigel"

"What do you want?" his hand was now moving faster.

"I want you." That was it.

He turned me around, taking my lips in his mouth and kissing me hard. I grabbed my legs around his waist and we moved towards the bed. He lay me down taking off his shirt and he hovered over me.

He took off my hoodie along with bra and his pants. He was just in his boxers. He kissed me again this time more wildly. He moved down to my neck giving open mouth kisses all o