Emerson wasn't a slouch in the bedroom, much as his typical demeanor might've suggested it. He typically enjoyed quite a bit of foreplay of all sorts, but he hadn't had near enough patience for it today. It was the culmination of every fantasy he'd had of her from the day he'd bought her. He'd simply needed her, and it seemed that neither of them had wanted to wait.
He thrust into her, harder and faster than before. There was still rhythm to his movements, but his eyes betrayed his need and just how close he was to losing himself completely in the moment. When he felt her own release coming, the pace became borderline frantic as he crushed his lips to hers once again.