Listed: Volume IV by Noelle Adams

they didn’t twinkle so fiercely.
    He
smiled and turned his head to look at Emily. She was smiling too, and she met
his eyes. They gazed at each other in silence for a moment, and Paul’s chest
tightened with feeling.
    Then
she scooted over and pressed her mouth against his in a kiss.
    He
responded immediately, pulling her into his arms and rolling her toward him so
she was sprawled on top of him. The kiss grew hungry very quickly—probably
because Paul’s urgency got the better of him. His lips devoured her as his hands
skimmed over her soft curves, settling on her ass and pressing her pelvis down
against his. Even through the layers of thick clothing she wore, her body was
warm and tempting.
    Emily
was soon as passionate as he was. She groaned and gasped against his mouth, and
she wriggled against his body. Her hands clutched at his ribcage and then
started fisting the fabric of his shirt.
    It
took Paul a minute to realize she was trying to pull his shirt off.
    He
broke the kiss for long enough to help her, yanking his t-shirt off over his
head. She made a husky sound of satisfaction as her hands started to stroke his
bare skin.
    Paul’s
groin was already throbbing, and the way Emily shamelessly squirmed against it
was exquisite torture. With a moan, he rolled them over so she was on her back,
and then he hurriedly started to remove some of her clothes.
    She
giggled when her sweatshirt got twisted up around her wrist. And she giggled
again when she accidentally kneed him in the gut when he was trying to get off
her pajama pants. Paul smiled but didn’t let himself laugh. He was so far gone
now that, if he let himself laugh, he was afraid he would let go completely.
    When
she was finally naked, Paul slipped one hand between her thighs and was
thrilled and gratified to feel how hot and wet she already was. She gasped and
arched up when he fingered her gently.
    The
night air was cool on his bare skin, and the dying flicker of the fire cast
orange light over Emily’s fair skin and rich curves. Paul stared down,
mesmerized at the hot desire in her eyes, the way her lips parted, the way her
neck arched in response as he pleasured her with his hand.
    Then
the sight of her luscious breasts, bared to his sight, tipped with very tight
nipples, became too irresistible. He leaned down to take one in his mouth. He
suckled her with as much skill as he could muster as he thrust two of his
fingers rhythmically inside her.
    “Oh
God!” she gasped, “Oh Paul!” She huffed out a series of eager, breathless
sounds that grew louder and louder as her body started to tighten. He could
feel her shaking, feel her digging her fingernails into the back of his neck.
    Then
he felt her let go, coming in helpless spasms and shudders. He knew she’d come
very hard—he could feel her clamping down around his fingers, and the
contractions lasted a really long time. She was almost choking on the pleasure.
    Wanting
to make sure she got all the sensations he could give her, when the
contractions finally lessened, he moved his thumb to her clit and massaged it
thoroughly.
    Emily
arched up jerkily with a loud cry as another orgasm ripped through her. Her hips
bucked up with the new sensations and kept riding out the waves on his fingers.
    When
she was through, the throbbing in Paul’s erection had become dangerously
intense. He reared up, panting loudly and staring down at her again. Her body
had relaxed, and her expression had shifted into a drowsy smile. “Wow,” she gasped.
“That was…wow.”
    With
a muffled groan, he leaned down to kiss her hungrily again, overwhelmed with
feeling, with primitive pride, with desire, with need. With need. With need .
    “Oh
baby,” he groaned, when he finally pulled out of the kiss. “Are you ready?”
    “Yeah.”
She was smiling as she fumbled beneath him until she’d managed to get her hands
hooked around the waistband of his pajama pants.
    Paul
raised himself up some more so they could remove his