“Maverick.” Her toes curl and dig into my muscles. She grabs at my hair. “Right there.”
“I thought I needed a lesson in female anatomy. You still going to teach me, Red?”
“No.” She shakes her head frantically, and a bead of sweat rolls down her shin. I reach up and lick it away. “It’s good. So good. No one’s ever?—”
“No one’s ever what?”
“Made me come like this,” Emerson says, and that makes me want to burn the fucking world down. “With their tongue on me.”
“We’re changing positions.” I lift her in my arms and crawl onto the bed. She holds onto me, and I drop her near the headboard. “Sit on my face.”
“What?” She looks at me like she’s in a fog. “What was—I was so close!”
“I’ll get you there again.” I lie flat on my back, my head against the pillows. “No one’s ever made you come like this because you were with boys before. I’m a man, and I told you I like to eat. Now fucking sit.”
I don’t give her a choice, lifting her up and setting her on my face.
“Fuck,” she cries out.
“Open your legs nice and wide. Death by your pussy is the only way I want to go, and I’m not going to stop until you come on my tongue.”
She settles into the position and shifts her weight forward. Her legs shake around my cheeks, squeezing my ears, and her breathing turns rough.
I cup her ass cheeks, my nails digging into the swell of her curves, and she grinds against my mouth.
“There you go,” I say, and I bite the inside of her thigh. “Take what you need. Use me. Show me how much you hate me.”
“I don’t,” she says, and she yanks on my hair again. “Not when you do that.Maverick.I’m going to come. Please. Can I?—”
“I’ve got you.” I squeeze her ass impossibly hard. “Come for me, Emmy girl. Let me taste you.”
She trembles above me, and I laugh against her clit when she shoves my face deeper between her legs, like she wants to suffocate me.
I don’t think she realizes this isn’t torture, but paradise.
I can tell the second she breaks. She leans forward and almost falls over. Her hands hit the wall, bracing herself upright, and she chants my name over and over again through a broken sob.
I’m going to be thinking about that for months.
I don’t stop, taking her all the way through her orgasm until her legs loosen their grip and she moves off of me into a heap of tired limbs.
I look at her, and she’s even more beautiful now than she was ten minutes ago. I reach over and trace her lips with my fingers. When she opens her mouth, I press down on her tongue.
“Suck,” I tell her.
Her eyes flutter open and lock on mine. She sucks my fingers with so much enthusiasm, I go out of my mind wondering what it’s going to be like when she sucks my cock. When she finishes, I drag my thumb across her bottom lip and pat her cheek.
“My good Emmy girl,” I murmur, and she lights up. Rolls onto her side and looks at me. “Did you like that?”
“Is this the post-orgasm survey?” She gives me a dopey smile, still clearly floating high above the clouds. So fucking beautiful. “The part where I give you feedback?”
“What kind of feedback do you have for me?” I prop myself up on an elbow and run my wet fingers over her tits. “Tell me how I can improve.”
“That was—” Her throat bobs. “Nice.”
“Nice?” I repeat. “That’s it?”
“Satisfactory.”
