Yes

Emily exhaled a long, trembling breath.

Eli’s mouth was still warm on her breast, suckling slow and steady, his fingers kneading her other one with a reverence that was almost worship. The pull of his lips, the flick of his tongue, the faint tug as her milk flowed—it sent deep, intimate shivers through her body. Not sharp. Not urgent. Just... need, spreading like honey under her skin.

She rocked her hips subtly, almost without thinking. The motion brushed her bare, wet folds against his thigh—no lace in the way anymore, not since she’d slipped her panties off during the slow, swaying strip tease.

His eyes fluttered open at the sensation. He paused.

She kissed his forehead. “You don’t have to stop.”

“I didn’t mean to—uh—get... like that,” he murmured, voice low and embarrassed.

She smirked and kissed him again. “You mean hard as hell?” she whispered teasingly. “You’ve been like that since I took my blouse off.”

He groaned softly and dropped his forehead to her collarbone.

Emily chuckled and let her fingers drift down his chest again, mapping him slowly. “It’s okay. That’s the point, remember?”

Her touch teased along his hip, then down—close enough to feel the heat radiating off his length, but not closing the distance. She was soaked now, her arousal slick against his skin every time her thigh shifted against him.

She rolled to her side, pulling him with her so they lay face to face again, legs tangled, her thigh riding high against his hip.

He gasped softly as the underside of his cock brushed her inner thigh.

“Relax,” she murmured, voice like silk. “We’re not rushing.”

His hand slid around her waist, gripping her lower back, pulling her closer—her bare sex pressing flush to the thick heat of his shaft. The contact sent a tremor through both of them.

She moaned low and long.

“That feel good?” she breathed.

“Yeah.”

“Then do it again.”

He did.

They began to move together slowly—rocking, grinding, skin on skin, her slick folds sliding along the thick length of him. Not quite lined up. Not quite there.

But close.

Her leg hooked around his, garter strap tugging gently with each shift. Her breasts pressed to his chest, nipples grazing his skin as she moved. His mouth found her throat, kissed down to her collarbone.

The tension built like a coil—tightening, straining, but not snapping.

Not yet.

Emily kissed his cheek, his jaw, the edge of his mouth.