He licked up and down her folds?—
Oh, God.
He was everywhere, burrowing into places she’d had no idea could feel so good. His lips circled her clitoris, lapping it gently. One finger played at her entrance, taunting her while his lips and tongue worked their magic. The combination was exquisite torture, nothing she could ever have imagined. Her head rolled back, and her eyes fluttered shut?—
He stilled.
Her body wailed in frustration. Her eyes flew open, a protest on her lips, only to find him watching her with gentle intensity.
“Stay with me.”
“But I?—”
“I want you to see what I see. How much I fucking love touching you. When you’re right there at the edge, I want you to look at yourself. I want you to see how beautiful you are.”
Desire and vulnerability warred inside her, but the warmth in his voice steadied her. She needed him. Needed his touch. And if that meant believing she could be beautiful, even for a moment, she could try. She gave a small, shaky nod.
“I will. Now, please, Emil. Please, give me more.”
“You’re so brave,” he breathed. “And brave girls are rewarded.”
He kept his eyes on hers as he leaned forward. His tongue flicked against her, then dipped inside her. She shuddered at the new pleasure, her walls constricting around him. He plunged in and out with his tongue, his gaze never leaving hers. It was obscene. Terrible. Wonderful. She couldn’t look away. His hands squeezed her buttocks, kneading her while his tongue worked in and out of her. Her gasps and mewls punctuated the air. And all the while, he held her gaze. Gave her his approval.
It was becoming hard to breathe. She needed release. She needed more. Barely knowing what she was doing, she put a hand on the back of his head and ground down on Emil. He moaned into her sex, and she knew she'd pleased him. A finger probed into her, stretching her while he lapped at her flesh. It was too much, she was going to?—
Her gaze flew to the mirror. The woman in the reflection was in the throes of passion. Her hair flowing down her back, her bare breasts heaving. Hips undulating wantonly while a man knelt between her legs, worshipping her pussy as if she were a goddess.
Her.
It was her.
She was all the things Emil said.
She let go of her embarrassment. Her hesitations and worries. She let go of it all. Allowed herself to live fully in this moment and embrace this new side of herself. Moans spilled from her mouth as pleasure wound higher and higher. Emil was changing her. She was changing herself. She wanted it all. Wanted to feel everything.
“More,” she gasped.
Emil slid another finger inside her, his tongue and lips relentless on her sex. Pleasure rocked through her, and she cried out, shuddering. The woman in the mirror—her—bit her lip and ground down on Emil’s mouth.
She reached the pinnacle and tumbled down the other side, shaking and spasming, gasps and moans wrenched from her mouth. Emil guided her over, never letting up. Not letting her miss out on even one minuscule spasm of pleasure.
At last, she could take no more. She shuddered and fell forward over Emil’s broad shoulder.
Sated. Content. Safe.
Emil carried Olive to the bed on wobbly legs.
“You’re incredible,” he rasped.
He couldn’t remember ever being so aroused. His cock was bent against the inside of his pants. Should have taken them off before he’d touched Olive. But he’d been so focused on her. Hadn’t wanted her to be distracted from her own pleasure for even a moment.
“You’re incredible,” he said again as he laid her on the blanket. “Incredible.”
Seemed he’d lost his capacity for speech. Olive didn’t seem to notice or mind the repetition. Each iteration brought a fresh smile, a small flush. God, she responded so beautifully to compliments. He wanted to shower her in them, to drown her in words that made her glow as brightly as she did now. Hard to believe he’d doubted he’d be able to do it. He certainly didn’t care if what he said wasn’t eloquent. If it made Olive happy, if it made her shake with pleasure, then they were the right words.
He shoved his pants down his legs, then took his aching cock in his hand with relief.
“I’m so fucking hard for you. Look what you did to me.”
