Her head falls back down to the table with a slight “thunk” and she mutters, “God no… but please do that again.”
I smile but she can’t see me. I smile because now Emma understands there’s a shit pot full of stuff she’s been missing out on in her narrow little world.
Dropping my chest, I work my shoulders under the backs of her thighs, which spreads her a little wider. I hear a sharp intake of her breath, and when I bring my mouth to her, it comes out in a low moan of abandon and need.
And Christ… she tastes fucking delicious. Smells divine. Looks stunning in the light. Sweet, sweet pussy that I could eat for hours and then a day.
Gently I work my tongue in slow circles, barely touching the outer edges of her clit. Emma is so damn responsive, her hips start to circle and thrust, trying to put that little bundle of nerves in more direct contact, but I evade.
I tease.
I poke and prod in tiny little strokes.
I make it a torturous game, building her up but keeping her orgasm just out of reach, until she finally bucks her hips hard and demands, “Evan… for Pete’s sake… just… do something.”
Opening my eyes, I look up her body again, find her breasts heaving in those delicate silk cups and her face flushed. Her eyes beg me to finish her off, and truth be told… I really, really want to see her fly for me.
I push a single finger into her, fascinated by the way her eyes roll into the back of her head and the groan that tears out of her throat. Her elbows go to the table and her neck arches as her hips start moving again… silently demanding my mouth once more.
So goddamn sexy and without a single ounce of reserved, prim Emma to be found.
I’m a good guy, so I give her another finger, pumping them in and out of her tight core, and then bring my mouth down onto her clit. I give her exactly what she needs, where she needs it. With only a few hard lashes of my tongue on her, and my fingers three knuckles deep into her pussy, she lets out the most beautiful cry of release I’ve ever heard. Her hips shoot off the table, her back arches, and I bury my face hard into her to help her ride it out.
Bringing my hands under her ass, I gentle her down with soft licks and kisses, feeling the tiny quivers of her muscles as she continues to catch all the tiny last sparks of her climax.
When she goes still, I lower her ass to the table and rest my chin on the top of her mound so I can look up at her. Her head comes up, and she looks at me with the most wondrous look I’ve ever seen on a woman’s face. It’s as if she’s been given an epiphany or found the Holy Grail. She looks completely satiated, utterly grateful, and best of all… there’s a gleam in her eye. A curious gleam that says to me, “What in the hell else have I been missing?”
I cannot wait to fucking show her.
CHAPTER 14
Emma
My dream is nice.
In my dream, Evan spent an entire day and night filling my body up over and over again. We christened almost every square inch of the hotel suite. He put his mouth between my legs so many times that I lost count. We had sex in every imaginable position, and some I’d never have the creativity to imagine. I honestly don’t know how many condoms we went through.
As I start to come awake in the early morning light, my mind tries to replay many of those moments. The feel of him inside of me. So big, thick, strong, and demanding. Slick flesh sliding, whispers and moans, skin slapping, and grunts and groans. It was all so barbaric and base and without a doubt the most amazing and wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced.
Even now, I can remember with absolute clarity how he felt inside of me.
The best was when they were long, deliciously slow strokes so that every single inch created a firestorm of lust within me. I can feel it now and I let my body relax into it, willing myself to fall deeper into slumber and enter into a stunningly vivid dream of Evan Scott and all the ways in which he pleasured me.
I fall deeper, and I can actually feel it.
Feel him thick inside of me. Hot and wet.
A small pain bursts in my nipple and Evan whispers in my ear, “Can’t stop fucking you, Emma. Can’t get enough.”
Oh, what a lovely dream.
Another pinch to my nipple, and Evan growls, “Come on, Emma. Wake up. Want you to come with me.”
What?
My eyes fly open and realization that I’m not dreaming slams into me with such tremendous force, my entire body shudders from the overload of pleasure.
I’m on my side, my head resting on one of Evan’s strong biceps. His front is pressed to my back, and my outer leg is bent and then raised, supported by his own thigh.
And he’s inside of me.
His hand is on my breast, and he pinches my nipple again, causing me to groan.
He’s inside of me, pumping deeply and grinding against my ass. I can feel the wetness seeping onto my inner thigh I’m so turned on. I’m turned on as I realize Evan got me wet and ready, even though I was sound asleep.
Evan’s breathing is harsh and ruffles my hair with every ragged breath he exhales.